update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance //trigger warning// //dans pov// "do you love me phil ?" "maybe i do"

There's only two things that Dan likes: 1) colors and 2) flowers And also 3) Phil Lester (Technically three things)

A collection of writing prompts that I've been doing for a while. Feel free to take any prompt you want to use. Fair warning, these may or may not showcase my sadistic tendencies the the excessive murder of characters. Writing styles include: Poetry Dialogue-only Romance Si-Fi Literally any other style *note* I'm not going to edit any of these. I'll proof read for spelling and grammar mistakes, but I'm not going to change the basis of the parts. This is simply because I think that one day when I come back and look at this it'll be cool to see how I've grown as a writer

When dan and Phil go to the same high school, they hate each other. But will a project change that One project turns around the life if both boys. One for better the other for worse. My first phanfiction and story writing please don't judge.

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues

in an alternate universe, your soulmates names are written on your wrist, first and last. -short story- #WATTYS2017 highest rank: 431 in #phillester 88 in #dan

If you're into texting phan, general phan, smut :) , or innocent!dan and fuckboy!phil and major daddy kinks then you've come to the right place

at two in the morning one tuesday, a boy runs into tyler's apartment without even knocking or anything and just starts begging to sleep there for the night. not that tyler's complaining, because a) he wasn't sleeping anyway and b) this boy was very cute. so naturally he lets him. in the morning they find out theyve somehow managed to live next door to each other for three months unknowingly. at least they finally met? tw: attempted suicide / self harm / rape / drugs / some fuckin.. bad shit / smut / do i need 2 tag daddy kinks is that a thing

Dear Phil, It's three am. I can't sleep. So, I'm writing to you.

the tale of the prettiest street pianist phil lester had ever laid his eyes on and how he madly fell in love with him.