Summary: Dan draws, Phil doesn't. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn't talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil's reckless, Dan's not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love story. Because unexpected things always happen, when you try to keep someone at arms length. Rating/Warnings: Mature Readers (READ AT OWN RISK). This story may contain topics of depression, cutting, anxiety, panic attacks, assault, gay slurs, and minor sexual content. If any of the listed content triggers you, please do not read. Please do not copy and post my story anywhere else or create an "adaptation" of my work. Thank you. Copyright © 2013. strawb3rryvib3s All Rights Reserved.

COMPLETE (fem!dan!jock!phil!) (journal entries) "...this boy loved sitting underneath the cherry blossom trees, reading poetry, while drinking white roseberry tea."

Vic Fuentes a 17 year old, what you'd call 'typical' boy. He loved his family and friends, he loved his band and making music. Everything was going well in Vic's life, there was no worries or bumps in the road. You could say he had it easy.. Until, His mother and father decided to foster Kellin. Kellin was also 17, but didn't have a life anything like Vic's, he had been though so much pain and so many different families he never thought he could finally settle and be happy. That was of course before he moved into the Fuentes house hold, and his life changed forever Disclaimer: this book MAY cover some acts of violence, depression and sexual content

I decided to take some of my stories off of my tumblr (originally phansdick, now botanistlester) and compile them on here for you lovely people to read! So here is my collection of oneshots that I have written <3 Enjoy

Two boys; both on the run. One running from society. One running from reality. Their one shared enemy and antagonist; Life, fast on their trail. ~~~ "Oh c'mon Cupcake, just say yes." His breath dusted over my lips, sending shivers up my spine and chills throughout the entirety of my body. His muscled arms encircled my waist, pulling me closer to his chiseled body and as I defensively raised my hands to his chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him away, he entwined them with his own before placing them on either side of my head on the wall behind us. He smirked devilishly, pushing me further against the wall, and inserted a leg between my thighs, slowly lowering his head to my neck. His nose teasingly rubbed against the crook of my neck, causing my breath to run ragged. I bit my lower lip harshly to keep my moans of pleasure silent as he placed a single kiss between my ear and neck. "You know you want to." And the worst part was, just how much I really did want to. ~~~ Disclaimer- Trigger Warning! Does contain slight Mental Instability! Also, the views of the characters aren't necessarily the views of the author! There is mild to severe language and humor! ~Updates Regularly~

"You're not afraid of the dark, are you Dan Howell?"

Random Kellic one-shots to fulfill your gay for the day. (May contain triggers, smut, foul language, etc.)

Bear: You should probably look up soon Mrs. Thomas is going take your phone away Lion: Thanks; Who r u? Highest tag: #5 in #phankik

[Kellic] As Vic grows up with his childhood best friend, Kellin, he starts to feel things that aren't normal towards him, something more. And he tries with all his might not to let anyone know he's gay...or about his crush on his best friend. But how long can he really keep in his feelings for Kellin? This story is gonna be long af. This story contains mature themes like sex, drugs, violence, and foul language Follow my Instagram for updates on my stories! Wattpad.queeen

Vic Fuentes is the best wizard of his time. There's not a spell he can't conjure or a potion he can't brew. In fact, there's almost nothing that he can't fix with a little bit of magic. Almost. Vic Fuentes can't kill his oldest enemy, Kellin Quinn. Throughout the last century everywhere he's hidden, Kellin has shown up around the corner. But Vic's finally had enough and will go to the most extreme lengths in order to get the job done. Plagued by the nightmares of his past, Vic has found difficulty in finding a purpose in life. He's not sure if he really resents Kellin or if he resents himself for what has happened to their old friends. More importantly: he doesn't care. Well, that's what he's telling himself anyways. But Vic can't help the nagging voice in the back of his head that's wondering if he really wants to go through with this. Because at one point he and Kellin had been best friends, hadn't they? What the fuck had happened to them a century ago that stopped that?