Summary: Dan has been hiding his struggles from Phil since they met, and as the monster grows stronger, his will to live gets weaker. He is just a shell and Phil is his nightlight and maybe love can overcome many things but not everything. Wordcount: 8.8k (holy shit) Genre: Angst, fluff, romance Warnings: TW suicidal ideation, self harm, swearing A/N: This is probably the most intense thing I’ve ever written. It’s dramatic and romantic and has a nice ending I promise but be safe and don’t read it if you’re sensitive to any of the warnings. Thank you so much, I hope you like it!

Dean's the owner of his own pretty successful coffee shop, and he's absolutely, totally not in love with the hot accountant guy who comes in every day. He's way out of his league. Isn't he?

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 with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

Just some Troyler one-shots :) (send me requests for one-shots if you have something you wanna see)

It's 2022 and many things have changed. prepare. (oneshot)

All the oneshots I write which you should 100% read as they're what I'm best at

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