Years after his boyfriend's disappearance, Dan has been living alone, moping by himself and refusing to go out. He never gets any visitors, until one night there's a knock at his door, and he opens it to reveal someone he thought he'd never see again: his not-so-missing boyfriend, Phil Lester. Dan struggles to grasp...
Dan Howell has a personality more fragile than the flowers he presses. After meeting Phil Lester- an explosion of a human being living in an explosion of a house- Dan is forced out of the tiny world he used to live in. (shyxpunk) This story includes mature themes.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY IN ANYWAY POSSIBLE. ALL CREDITS GO TO LVCKYPHAN ON ARCHIVEOFOUROWN.
Let me tell you about the tale of how a boy who had flowers growing in his soul fell in love with the boy who had thorns trapping his.
*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, rig...
phan // in which a boy named dan leaves flowers with every step and phil wishes he could grow a garden in his small london apartment
Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts...
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...
Dan Howell was the typical spoiled, rich boy with butlers driving him to operas and maids making him nachos for breakfast. Phil Lester, however, was the opposite. Barely any money and deadbeat parents, he lives in a bad neighborhood in a gross apartment with cat hair covering the carpet and an odd roommate. And then...
It was an accident, but Phil blames himself. Dan's gone, but Phil still feels him there. What did it matter if Dan was dead? Nothing.... Nothing mattered anymore.... (Warnings: MC death, depression, attempted self-harm, alcohol and drinking, very angsty, I cried while rereading this so you may cry too) I have no idea...
It all started with that kiss, that moment and that passion when Dan became lost and Phil was clueless but both in love. The story of a skinny love that slowly becomes into something more and at the same time something less. *Note* Depression, suicide, self-harm and things like this will be mentioned a few times in...
❝Remember that first time we hugged at the train station? I remember seeing your face light up and I hugged you for so long, I didn't want to let go because for once, I felt complete. But that was before you left.❞
"Are you insane or are you just that broken?" he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I'm a little bit of both," I admitted, looking into his eyes. "A trip into my mind would be a trip into a nightmare."
"he looked up, and fell in love all over again with the idea of a happy ending." [in which dan howell misses phil lester, and he just wants him back] + lowercase intentional inspired by "all of the stars" by ed sheeran trigger warnings: character death, self harm, suicide
in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phi...
[COMPLETE] Dan sends anonymous texts to his bully, Phil. Bad decisions lead to unrefined, sloppy, disgusting love. warnings; -panic attacks -hurt/comfort -self harm -eating disorder
not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues
the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying
