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.

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Jack and Cry spend most of their free time in their tiny apartment filming videos for their few fans or watching their favorite YouTubers, the internet famous friends Markiplier and Pewdiepie. When their friend Bob meets a nice man named Wade who happens to be friends with Mark and Felix Bob comes up with a plan to give Jack the best birthday ever. But will things go the way he planned? [I know its not that good but i promise the story is better im just bad at descriptions. Please take it easy on me this is my first story.]

Sean McLoughlin has a blog. Mark Fishbach has a blog. They were heartbroken. By each other. //Finished 16/10-2017// [Note: this is a fanfiction. Therefore, the characters are based off of real people. My intention was never to upset anyone, and I'm sorry if that's the case. Septiplier is not real. This is not real.]

phil lester and friends thought it would be fun to text random numbers from the phone book. he never expected to make a brand new friend. *lowkey hate my writing in this but i think the sequel is a lil better*

In which Phil is looking for a relationship and Dan is looking for a friend.

Phan texts and oneshots ~ is there a better description than that?

«Markimoo has started a conversation with Jackaboy» Markimoo: Hey Jack! You're adorable. Jackaboy: uhm...who the fuck are you and how do you know my name? Markimoo: I'm friends with Felix. Jackaboy: okay. But that still doesn't tell me who you are.

Take that haters