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Ride With the Moon In the Dead of Night

               Phil hurried through the crowded street, nudging aside other life forms with muttered apologies. He wanted to get in and out of the shops quickly, okay? Already, Phil was carting around several bags of miscellaneous materials; Rhododendron Petals, Bottled Spiders’ Legs (no spiders were harmed in the making of this product, the label assured), a few jars of Frankincense, Frog Saliva, a small bag of Lion Fur, the list went on and on. He had a lot of jobs this time a year, and those jobs required a lot of ingredients. And of course, Phil still had to cleanse his own home before next Saturday, so he should probably grab a few things for that, too.

               Phil breathed a sigh of relief as he finally bustled his way into his favorite shop in the plaza: The Doctor’s Order. The best potion shop in London, in Phil’s humble opinion. Phil darted around the shop, quickly loading a basket with even more ingredients and supplies, mumbling quietly under his breath as he went. Nightshade, Jerusalem Cherries, Yew Seeds, a carefully-wrapped, clear container of Poison Ivy. Finally, Phil had everything he needed. Well. Almost everything.

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Frigid

Summary: Daniel Howell is trouble. It’s a well-known fact of the school, and Phil isn’t stupid enough to try to interact with him… at least, he wasn’t. But now he’s talking to Dan, learning about him, and suddenly wanting to protect him? Where did he go wrong?? And why the hell is Dan Howell so damn pretty???

Word Count: Approx. 10,500

Warnings: Homophobia, Swearing, Violence, Bullying, Child Abuse, Smoking, Mentions of Suicide, Slightest Hints of Alcoholism (Like, Only Once), [[Cigarettes are referred to as fags in British slang! Just in case that upsets anyone!]]

Tfw you’re trying to emphasize eye contact and you’re running out of words for “to look at” without it being repetitive as all hell.

              Frigid was a good descriptor for a lot of things in life. Ice cream, freezers, rain in the late fall. Winter was usually the first one that came to mind. For most.

               For Phil, it perfectly described one Dan Howell.

               Daniel Howell was tall, dark, and had one of the coldest personalities Phil had ever encountered. He sat in the loneliest corner of the cafeteria, and nobody sat with him - nobody dared to. Phil had never seen anyone try, but he had heard things. Stories about yelling and violence and it was just about enough to keep anyone away from Dan.

               Now, Phil would be the first to admit that he wasn’t a perfect person; he was snippy with others fairly often, too, and he often found himself thinking things that made even him wince. About sex, about love, about people and life in general. No, he wasn’t perfect, but even he had the common sense to stay away from Dan Howell. He was trouble. Everyone knew it.

               Daniel Howell was a great big ball of trouble that reeked of cigarettes and anger at the world.

                 So, on the day of December 1st, even Phil didn’t know what the hell he was doing when he approached Dan Howell after seeing him trip in the hallway.

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There was a boy named Phil

Summary: There was a boy named Phil in Dans class. Warnings: small mentions of self harm. Suicide attempt (not detailed) and depression. (Happy ending) Words: 587 Notes: hello! I'm working on some stuff right now and it's going to take a long time, so I wrote this. Hope you enjoy! •*•*• There was a boy named Phil In my class. He has a lovely smile, and tons of friends, yet I think his smile would be better, if it reached his eyes. •_• There was a boy named Phil in my class, who has started to wear long sleeve jumpers in the spring, and if I looked closely enough, I could see some red marks. ~_~ There was a boy named Phil in my class, who had to leave the classroom today, and as he walked by, a note fell from his hold. The note read ‘faggot’ and some rumors have gone around that Phil was found crying in a stall that day. *<* There was a boy named Phil, but he wasn't in my class today. I asked some people where he was, and was told he was sick at home. I'm starting to wonder if when he says sick he means In his mind. *>* There was a boy named Phil in my class today, who now had dark rings around his eyes, and frowned most of the time. I don't think his friends believe him when he says he's fine anymore. ~[~ There was a boy named Phil in my class today, who no longer bothered to speak. Instead just leaving when the teacher yelled at him for not answering, not looking up as he walked to the door. ~]~ There was a boy named Phil, who didn't show to my class today. In the middle of a lecture, the teacher got a phone call, and as she slammed the phone back down, she started to sob, saying how she was sorry she didn't notice. ~{~ There was a boy named Phil, in the hospital today, and when they asked me who I was, I explained that I was someone wishing to talk to Phil. ~}~ There was a boy named Phil, back in my class today, who smiled and lit up everyone's world. ~<~ There was a boy named Phil, who called me sobbing at 3am, telling me he was sorry, and how he never meant to do it. He never meant to fall in love. ~>~ There was a boy named Phil, sat in my bedroom today, and even though he relapsed, I was lucky enough to hold him and tell him that it was okay, and that's a part of getting better. ~+~ There was a boy named Phil, at the prom today, and as we danced and laughed, he told me he loved me. ~-~ There was a man named Phil in our room today, and I smiled as I listened to him make a video on how it gets better. On how it took time, and it wasn't gone, yet he was okay because he knew now there was something worth smiling about, even if it was a small lady bug. ~•~•~ There was a man named Phil today, and I cried first this time, as I claimed his last name and became Daniel James Lester. ~•~•~ There was a man named Phil sitting by me today, and as we watched Buffy, I told him he was the strongest hero I had ever met, and that our soon to be daughter would think that as well.

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when phil sprayed dan and he was so proud of himself for pranking him and dan was kind of just shaking his head and smiling and saying that doesn’t count as a prank…nice

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dan: y'all know phil was, in fact, drinking out of a vase right

phil, spraying dan with a plant sprayer to shut him up: don't fucking remind them

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history was made when phil sprayed dan while his eyes were closed and dan’s face slowly broke into a big dimply smile and then they both started laughing

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“every 5 minutes, literally, phil goes swish swish!”

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17 / 08 / 17

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ok but that whole succulent spray ‘prank’ and phil doing a full body laugh after he sprays dan with it and dan not even being able to fight his smile watching phil be so happy …… … and then dan’s little squeaky giggles during that whole explanation of how phil frequently fails miserably at pranking him … omg …… . . he was so fucking fond wtfdflksdf and i’m still crying about phil admitting that his pranks more often than not just turn into them making awkward eye contact while he stands in a strange location and waves at dan

he “““pranks”””” dan for no other reason than to make him laugh, not for a video or anything else, just kicks and literal giggles and then it ends up working but not in the way he wants, dan just giggles bc he thinks phil is cute when he messes it up wtdfFUCK :(

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17/08/2017

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and maybe we’ll work this out

summary: old habits die hard. sometimes those habits can make your flatmate kiss you and realize, shit, you’re in love with them.

a/n: this was a prompt i found on phanfic, where phil finds dan crying, kisses him, acts like he didn’t just kiss him, and dan’s like shit i’m in love with you. it was with all my intentions to make this super cute and fluffy, but that didn’t happen. a big thank you to seb for being my beta and to harry styles for being a good human. title from “meet me in the hallway” by harry styles.

xx. oliver

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