in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

dan howell liked space, and in phil's eyes he saw galaxies. phil lester liked nature, maybe dan could paint him flowers. [spaceboy!dan x plantboy!phil]

kawaii-dan✨ is typing... ❝let's ask the magic conch if i give a fuck❞ kawaii-dan✨ is typing... ❝ no❞

"Phil, let's play a game called ouija. "

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!

"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've got an even prettier personality. Show the world!" Dan will do anything to be the same as everyone else. Phil will do anything to 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.

Playing music has always been a big part of Phil's life. From the time he was five, and banging spoons against the table, to present day; seventeen years old and apart of the upcoming Alt. Rock/Everything-In-Between band, Heinous. It's an easy life to live, he's sure. Making music with his best friends, trying to avoid failing high school the best he can, and getting his parents to stay off his back about 'that God-awful noise'. And there's Dan Howell. His sex-on-legs, hot tempered boyfriend, who miraculously shares his love of music. It's like they're meant to be. You know, except they're apart of different bands. Rival bands, to be exact, with every member hating the other, with a vengeance. They know damn well not to publicise their relationship, not with a certain competition coming up that could make or break them; the tension would be off the charts and would do nothing but cause unwanted drama. But you can't keep secrets forever. And with the stress of practice and their band members on their backs, it's getting harder to keep it in the dark.

"hi, i'm phil and i have heart cancer." ☤ © phntasia 2015 HOSPITAL SERIES BOOK ONE HIGHEST RANKING IN FANFICTION: #461

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