"respond to pm you little shit." "i dont even know u gtfo" "then why did you accept my request?" "bc ure hot" i wrote this when i was legit 13 its so ugly -JEALUHS©️ 2015

"hey, asl?" [highest rank: #26]

To: Phil Phil, it's Dan. Please talk to me. I'm dying here.

oneshot book!! (all are my ideas unless stated otherwise; I take requests and feedback!) stories have tagged triggers if any; please note this is not a smut oneshot book lol

Phil goes to football games, but not because he likes sports. Inspired by the music of Troye Sivan Pairings: Phan TW: Minor homophobic language Genre: Angst, Fluff

phil's entirely normal. dan's entirely not.

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

he was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suicide. if there are any specific trigger warnings, send a DM please!

It all started with that kiss, that moment and that passion when Dan became lost and Phil was clueless but both in love. The story of a skinny love that slowly becomes into something more and at the same time something less. *Note* Depression, suicide, self-harm and things like this will be mentioned a few times in this phan fiction and it shouldn't be triggering in any way but if it is, I apologize in advanced! Also, I wrote this a while ago now and my writing, grammar and spelling weren't the best so please excuse that. Enjoy!

'i fell in love with plant boy'