"no," troye spat, pushing himself as far away from jacob as he could. "you're no different than the rest of them! i thought you were different, b-but you're not!" "troye-please-" jacob gasped. but it was too late. troye was gone. {a tracob texting fic}

dan: i don't think we were meant to create a melody. phil: no, we weren't. we were born to make a symphony. or in which phil lester tries to get piano lessons from a brown-haired boy, but he ends up loving the teacher more than the music. © hvrcrux 2017

dan was shy; phil wanted to change that. d+p high school a.u., including bold!phil and shyartist!dan © 2015 -oceanrising

[completed] two strangers are stuck on an elevator on a rainy monday morning. confessions ensue. ; copyright © 2016

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