"I'm hearing things Phil." "Like what?" "Like...." I paused realizing I shouldn't say it. "Like, nothing never mind." "Tell me coward!" He pushed me off my bed, kept me down with his hands, he sat on my hips, inches from my face he said, "Have you been hearing that I'm an excellent kisser? Because that's true."
Beating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made me feel."
complete phil: you okay dan? dan: ;( will go through severe editing and plot changing in late january--early febuary
dan howell liked space, and in phil's eyes he saw galaxies. phil lester liked nature, maybe dan could paint him flowers. [spaceboy!dan x plantboy!phil]
Dan and Phil's friendship has ended. They moved out from their flat and went their separate ways. Phil has tried to keep in touch with Dan, but he never answers. All of his emails are unanswered, but that doesn't mean Dan never reads them.
❝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.❞
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...
When Phil and his family have to move house because his dad got a new job, what will he think about the boy next door? This is a joint Fanfic between me and my friend.....mostly me ;) (tbh he wrote one chapter😂😂) Hey this is my first phanfic so like be nice. I don't own Dan or Phil or any of the real life people...
I'm sorry... please forgive me.... . . / Phil's POV / WARNINGS: Angst, minor mention of self-harm, depression, etc. (( Copyright © 2016. silhouette-boy ))
They say that the moment you find the love of your life, you're love-struck. They say you can't speak because your mouth is too dry and your heart is beating too fast and forming a coherent thought, let alone sentence, is an impossible task. (Few people also say something about 'sparks' or getting lost in the stranger...
