" we're friends right? well, you can't really tell me otherwise anyway, which is probably why we're friends. " Or the story of an overenthusiastic boy called Phil, who has trouble shutting up, and a reluctantly mute boy called Dan, who's life is falling apart, and how they both come to realise that sometimes - actions can speak louder than words.

Here are some thoughts I have late at night. Some are inspirational, some are poetic and some are straight up mind boggling, pick and choose which you need at the moment. (Ps:I write these at 2:00 am, there are major spelling errors)

Phil has never had a best friend until now. He didn't see it as a bad thing, but there was a down side to not having experience in friendships or relationships... How was Phil meant to know the definition of platonic? If there was a line between friendship and a relationship, where was it? Had Phil crossed it? ❝ The few second seemed to last forever, and Phil looked just as tranced as Dan did. Truthfully, nothing was more magical than meeting your best friend for the first time. ❞ Trigger-free. Despite some drama, it's a pretty positive phanfiction.

Some cute and very fluffy short stories I write about Phan. Vote or maybe even leave a comment if you like them ^-^

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"

he looks me in the eye. C O M P L E T E

Social anxiety ridden Phil Lester meets socially active, energetic, Dan Howell in his film class.

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!