Pastelxpunk Stories

Two girls on the internet meet in a strange way going on a journey with each other. "The distance is a killer but your face behind the screen is my cure"

In which a proud feminine boy stands up to his bully [may contain sensitive content]

Pastel! Dan x Punk! Phil high school au Dan is a sad high schooler with no friends. He lives on his own in a cheap apartment since his parents kicked him out when he came out as gay to them. He works a part time job as a store clerk and barely makes enough to pay rent and support himself. He's constantly bullied at school and treated as subhuman. A new and mysterious punk starts going to his school and takes internet's in Dan. Will the punk be willing to risk his reputation in order to get close to the small pastel boy? Trigger: Depression, anxiety, smut (maybe?) Status: Incomplete

It was a bitter cold night. Dan wasn't wearing a jumper. He stormed out of the house. "Why am I still alive?" He kept repeating to himself. "Why am I still alive?

pastel!Dan X PUNK!Phil When two British boys meet at a cafè they can't stay away from each other.

A pastel florist, who doesn't believe in love but just in romance and goes by a strict five-date-limit, finds himself wanting to break his own set rules with the new punk tattoo shop owner in town. (Basically based off the movie of the same title that came out in 2009)

Pastel!Laurens x Punk!Alex ---- Hey you! Yes you! Do you enjoy wasting your life reading fanfictions and then crying because you need to wait for a new chapter? Yes? Well then, this is the book for you!

Punk Dan and Pastel Phil meet at prom and spend the night together. Cover by @crazyjojo on Tumblr!!

Art done by me and my friend Ava I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORYYY

"Hello Phil! How are you?" "I'm doing pretty good." he mumbled, looking up at me with a glum expression. My smile faltered a bit. Why did he seem so sad? His hand was resting on the counter in front of me. I hesitantly placed my own on top and made eye contact once again. "You okay dear?" He blushed redder and smiled slightly. "Yeah, don't worry about it." "But I worry about everything!" I replied, removing my hand and resting my head on my closed fists. "There's no need to worry about me, sunshine." Phil looked down at his feet, hurt hidden deep behind his eyes and the blush replaced with pale skin once again. "I've been through enough to get through on my own." --- *previously titled in a way, we are the same*

Half of the world where everyone is depressed and always doing anything for money. (Much like earth..) But the other half is a place where everyone is in a good mood and always helping each other with money problems. (what earth need to be tbh..) The both sides don't like each other and would rather keep away. But two wondering boys had found one an other and changed a lot of things.

"Hey there, Daniel. What's it like in New York City?" .:: unedited ::. .:: possible tw.not much ::.

Dan howell is a pastel!nerd. he loves colours and anything having to do with flower crowns and being happy. Phil Lester is punk!nerd. he loves the colour black and anything having to do with lions and drawing. when a rainy day pulls them together, they instantly connect. but they seem like polar opposites. but Dan doesn't know about the death of his mother and the abandonment of his father. Phil already knows about his parents murder. Dan and Phil are different and the same. // credit to my best friend Kaylee for the cover <3 ^x^

dan and phil are tumblr famous-both run their respective blogs, both having different aesthetics and are running a race to see who will reign supreme. (pastel!dan, punk!phil) *smut warning for later chapters*

A phanfiction based on Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan.

He was a small pastel boy and he was a punk who loved the others aestheic and personality. The pastel was pure and graceful. The punk was a lighters flame, a bad influence. Or so he look as if he was..

Daniel Howell, a small pastel angel, and Phil Lester, the school punk, decide to go on a date. Alas, all does not go to plan

"Vodka, with a side of...flowers?" He asks, looking at the bouquet in my hands. Flower-shop-owning-punk!Phil Coffee-shop-working-and-stripper!Dan

Tattoos, cigarettes, black clothes... Mark never thought any different, he never let himself fantasize "further" about what he already was. Sweaters, flowers, bright colors... Mark never thought he'd be weaker than a pastel boy. --- English version of "Little Pastel Boy", written by me. Translation by Writer-Of-Profecy on DeviantArt. Original in my profile.