acquaintance [uh-kweyn-tns] noun -a person known to one, but usually not a close friend. After years of Dan and Phil not talking since they moved out of their flat, they start to talk. Dan will try to make it up to Phil for ignoring him in the beginning. Phil doesn't know how it will go, but he goes for it and contin...
After three years of Dan not answering Phil's emails, he finally responds. Though, the tables turn. Phil doesn't reply to Dan after he replies. Dan will try to keep in contact with Phil after all he has done, but he doubts he'd ever reply back. Highest Rank: #33 Fanfiction
Dan and Phil's friendship has ended. They moved out from their flat and went their separate ways. Phil has tried to keep in touch with Dan, but he never answers. All of his emails are unanswered, but that doesn't mean Dan never reads them.
Young love is a lot more than just chemicals inside your head, it's a lot more than just having a petty crush on a hot guy that sits in front of you, young love is the start of emotions; the beginning of learning how to love. Might be a lil cringe as I never intended for this to become my first full on phanfiction, re...
"Dear Dan I love you but the closest you'll get to being mine is the dreams in which I'm holding you tight" *disclaimer-this story is completely separate from my Dear Phil story*
*'BEST SERIES' WINNER (FANFICTION AWARDS 2017)* FIRST BOOK IN THE 'STAINED' SERIES Meet Phil Lester, a bad boy with blood on his hands. Literally. After one night strikes, Phil turns to a group of serial killers as a distraction and soon he finds himself with a trail of dead bodies at his own fault. Meet Dan Howell...
a mysterious blue eyed boy shows up at dan howells door every morning with flowers. ~ mute phil
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...
"The less you care, the happier you are." He turned to face me, his blue eyes dull with traces of betrayal. "No. The less you care, the lonelier you are." - In a world where people have the ability to flip an emotions switch, many people lack feelings and sympathy in general- including Dan Howell after a tragedy str...
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!
Dear Dan, I thought I should start writing letters to you. I know it's cheesy, but I've always been accused of being a hopeless romantic. I guess people are right - love drives you crazy. - Phil © 2015 -oceanrising
update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance //trigger warning// //dans pov// "do you love me phil ?" "maybe i do"
Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?
Summary: Dan draws, Phil doesn't. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn't talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil's reckless, Dan's not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love...
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
"the world isn't just black and white, you know." the year is 1994. philip lester has been brought up with the most religious of ideals, in a highly christian household. he attends church every sunday, says grace at the dinner table nightly, prays as often as possible, and wouldn't ever dream of disobeying his parents...
"Why do you think you have to base yourself off what others think of you? Why can't you just be yourself for you?" I looked at him, befuddled. "How would you possibly know I do that?" I scoffed. He looked back to me this time, looking deep into my eyes. "I just know. I know that behind that pretty face of yours, you...
