❝I wish I could have told you that, Dan.❞ - Phil Lester grew up. Dan Howell didn't have the chance to, well, in Phil's eyes, anyway. Phil finds himself with a lot of time alone, and so he sits down with a pen and caramel macchiato and reminisces on days on the Manchester Eye, the sofa at Starbucks and walks through abandoned hospitals. - A My Chemical Romance inspired fan fiction, taking place when Phil doesn't have Dan.

Austin, the school outcast, has been having visions for as long as he can remember. They're always important. He's saved countless lives by preventing disaster. But when he starts to have visions of Jesse Wilde's dark future, Austin has no clue when it comes to saving him. [boyxboy] DISCLAIMER: I was 15, thirsty and very very angsty when I wrote this. Please quit getting mad at me in the comments T__ T

"a soul mate au when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well" disclaimer: i do not own dan and phil in any shape, way or form. hope you enjoy reading this long-ish phan oneshot based on a prompt from tumblr.

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)

"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."

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying