"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."

Summary: Phil moved to a small town in order to help run the family restaurant for a year. He only plans to be there for a year but he doesn't account for Dan, the writer who loves the town and surrounding forest he calls home. While Phil doesn't want to hurt Dan when he moves away, he can't help falling in love with soft smiles, endless conversations, and the boy who always carries a journal. Warnings: pre-fic death of a family member (dealing with the grieving in the fic), swearing, smut Amazing cover made by @lucifers-sarcastic-breadbrumb on tumblr <3

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.

The year is 2096. The earth has seen two more world wars since 2016. The last war that destroyed a quarter of Canada and half of Japan, was enough to make the government enforce strict actions. Countries are now split, no communication at all between them. Humans now live in conglomerations of small pods stacked upon each other. Each person has their own space, but they're all confined to being underground. Half of the people living inside the pods have never seen natural sunlight. Birth rates are violently controlled due to the lack of space and pods constantly having to be built. Couples are allowed, but physical contact reaching past anything more than a hug is forbidden. Sex is strictly banned unless it is agreed by contract or an operation is done to assure a baby cannot be created. It's a tough life. It's a boring life. And it's a lonely one too. A life underground simply isn't good enough for some and sooner or later, you have to leave the shadows.

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

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]

New kid, Dan Howell moves in to town. His first impression with the shy kid, Phil, is not great. Does that mean they will never talk to each other. No. But with all of their encounters, it gets worse and Dan is starting to look like he hates everyone. When Dan and Phil get paired in a project, things may change. There view of each other, of the school, of life itself... There is someone else is out there, looking for Dan and his family. And another. One has good intentions and the other does not. Who are these people? (writing improves throughout story) A Phan AU

❝Remember that first time we hugged at the train station? I remember seeing your face light up and I hugged you for so long, I didn't want to let go because for once, I felt complete. But that was before you left.❞

swiggity sway these blokes are gayy.