"because as you know all too well, my dear phil, i sometimes want you to just drop dead." "ah, but you see, the feeling is mutual, howell." |serialkiller!phil x depressed!dan| |lowercase intended|

Phil tries to be straight but that doesnt doesn't work out.

Dan admitts his love for Phil and Phil loves Dan back. But what will they do when one cold misty morning in London they start to get strange knocks at the door?

"My name is Dan, stop saying it's Diana!"

a list of songs and their lyrics that contributed to saving my life

*text fic* **mentions of depression, anxiety, suicide, and swearing** Also the majority of this is text, so I'm not going to worry about spelling or grammar errors

you're the color of everything that's ever meant anything

Just some little short stories I made while writing my books :) Hope you like them! (warning, can be graphic)