"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

"hey, asl?" [highest rank: #26]

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}

[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4

[completed] philgon: she can fuck you good, but i can fuck you better ; copyright © 2016

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

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