13-year-old Iris has been living her life trapped in lonely foster homes. She's moved almost every month, due to being antisocial and distant towards the families. Nobody seems to understand the trauma she's dealing with; the memories of her biological family constantly haunting her. It's impossible for her to feel a sense of safety. She never feels at home. Although she does experience times of joy, it is quite rare for her to find any source of light in her life. But there are two YouTubers who manage to give her momentary happiness. And all it takes to get their attention is one letter. Just one letter, and suddenly Iris' life is where she never thought it would be; In the caring hands of Dan Howell (danisnotonfire) and Phil Lester (AmazingPhil). [A/N: There are some triggers, but overall this fanfiction isn't centered around those things. However, there is some swearing and sexual content. You've been warned!] *I am the queen of this plot so y'all better bow down to me*

Dan Howell secretly loves Phil Lester. Phil Lester secretly loves Dan Howell. Dan Howell is bullied. Phil Lester is best friends with Dan's bully. Dan Howell wants to die. Phil Lester is too afraid to stop him.

A boy raised around religion and the discounts for sin, Phil Lester is definitely not one to go around looking for trouble. With his father being the vicar of their local church, Phil has a lot to live up to and has to keep his reputation high if he's to be accepted. He doesn't do parties or drinking; the thought of sex alone is enough to terrify him. So it's no wonder that when Dan Howell, a boy who embraces the life of parties and rebellious acts, shows up to join the church program, Phil starts having trouble keeping himself sane as he tries to teach Dan the path to God. But, religion isn't the thing on Dans mind and he seems to find himself a new toy to play with. [warning: this does contain violence and mature content (as shown) and there's a lot on the topic of homosexuality and negative views towards it from characters in the story. Please read on with care <3]

Dan is a dancer, but it's his best kept secret. Moving to a new college results in new friends, new hobbies and a new outlook in life; but what does it really mean to be human? A series of strange and seemingly unconnected events unfold that all seem to link back to Dan's mysterious new boyfriend. etcetc phan with kickthestickz This story carries some warnings, however they're p much all spoilers except non-graphic violence and injury on one occasion, and non-described minor character death. No major character death and no self harm. Please message me if you think you'll need to know the TWs! To avoid spoilers, you can give me a list of things you don't want to read for whatever reason and I'll let you know if they're in the fic or not :)

Philleh; Nudes? Dannie; New phone who dis? *mentions of suicide* Edited; 3rd April 2017

angels can't fly in the rain credits go out to my friend ashley and tumblr

"i wonder how biology can explain the physical pain in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone." - d.h. or, various happy endings for your two favourite idiots. {may 2015 - july 2017} all of these works are my own (however much it pains me to say it with most of my earlier stuff). please do not repost. thank you ✨

TRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE, SELF INJURY, DEATH AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Can Dan save Phil? Phil is suicidal and Dan is the only one who's there for him. Can he alone save Phil?

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!

"Are you insane or are you just that broken?" he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I'm a little bit of both," I admitted, looking into his eyes. "A trip into my mind would be a trip into a nightmare."