Bruises. •Phan•
Trigger Warning: physical/mental abuse "You are the mistake that ruined my life"
Trigger Warning: physical/mental abuse "You are the mistake that ruined my life"
[ SEQUEL TO NUDES ] ANYTHING HURTS LESS THAN THE QUIET ;;; IN WHICH DAN AND PHIL HAVENT TALKED IN AWHILE [STARTED ; JAN. 23, 2017] [ENDED ; OCT. 1, 2017 ]
@PLANTBOYLESTER - HEY NUDES? @SPACEBOYHOWELL - WHAT IS A NUDE? ;;; [started; nov. 14, 2016] [ended; dec. 19, 2016]
whenever phil touches someone for the first time, he sees into the time he touches them for the last time he'll ever touch them. so to speak, phil can see into the future. touristlester© 2016-17
phil lester is alone. in school, at home, everywhere. all his life. until an unknown number comes along. (lower-case intended, triggers will be added if needed.) triggers as of so far:-- swearing. violence. mentions of death.
-- - Keith's a full-fledged gay, obviously Lance is a bisexual flirt, OBViously - © klancefordays
just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}
(This story is officially over a year old, thank you all for your support!!) This is a Phanfic of what it would be like if Dan was actually born a girl but wanted to be a boy, and now that he is, he has to tell Phil.. This story will not contain romantic relations between Dan and Phil, sorry to disappoint you. A/N: it...
Pastel!dan and Punk!phil Dan Howell is a sweet young boy he loves people. He never seems sad and doesn't care what people say. He also loves to wear Flower Crowns, oversized sweaters and nail polish. Phil is a typical punk. He hates people. He has tattoos scattering his body, along with piercings in places you don't w...
Dan Howell, the school 'nerd'. Yeah, that's the clique he has been put into. He's shy, has a passion for theatre, loves to draw, wears flower crowns, button up shirts, and pastel sweaters. The popular group bullying him constantly, pulling flowers out his flowers crowns, crumbling his drawings, physically harming him...
“Can I please have my crown back”, I asked quietly, a little too quiet for my liking. The boy bit his lip, looking up as if he was thinking, but then he turned to me, leaning down to my ear and letting his lips skim over it. “Well, maybe”, he chuckled, and turned around, but not before muttering, “The name is Phil, by...