Addiction is everlasting. There's no end, there's no reprieve. There is no getting better. You fail and you fall and you remake mistakes. But you're stronger for it. Being an addict doesn't mean you're weak, you're only weak if you let it make you as much. All you can do is fight, learn, be stronger from it. Find new addictions in better things, find addiction in love, in exercise, in poetry. Find a new addiction in being better. I had to take it into my own hands guys, there are ZERO phobe fanfics out there and if they are then GIVE ME THEM. Anyway, please enjoy what I intend to be a heartbreakingly gay love story. phoebe x fem!reader

Julien moved to a new small town and is looking for company. When she sees an annoyed-looking, purple-haired, girl, sketching on a roof, she befriends her. Aliza is reluctant, but realizes they have a lot in common. And they soon grow VERY close. But will their differences devide them? Or bring them closer? And are they reeeaalllyyy just friends? TW// homophobia, forced religion/trauma, description of injury and overall intense scenes. 15+

two best friends run a bar; three best friends visit. will a friendship blossom? or something more?