I really hurt but no one cares enough to ask why. Its always 'what do you do it with?' and 'you shouldn't' and my personal favorite 'you have no reason to'. But no one ever ask why? You have to fix the problem to at least attempt to stop. Otherwise I have no reason to stop. But no you just want it all to end. You try to gilt me into stopping which only leads to me cutting deeper and deeper than before but only now I deserve it because of the darkness that is pain, hate, and utter disappointment I see in your eyes every time you so much as look at me that was once happiness and life. So my problems just pile up until one day I can't take it an
I really hurt but no one cares enough to ask why. Its always 'what do you do it with?' and 'you shouldn't' and my personal favorite 'you have no reason to'. But no one ever ask why? You have to fix the problem to at least attempt to stop. Otherwise I have no reason to stop. But no you just want it all to end. You try to gilt me into stopping which only leads to me cutting deeper and deeper than before but only now I deserve it because of the darkness that is pain, hate, and utter disappointment I see in your eyes every time you so much as look at me that was once happiness and life. So my problems just pile up until one day I can't take it an
Whispered Memories (part 4) by tealobjective, literature
Literature
Whispered Memories (part 4)
Pairing: Phan
Warnings: Domestic violence (not in this part, but in the other ones)
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil because that would be 1. impossible 2. illegal. This is fiction
Phil’s POV
I woke in the same bed I was in yesterday. This time it was different. There was someone beside me. Dan. The events from the night before came flooding back. The flashback. Screaming. Tears. Dad. Pain. Dan. Dan’s arms. His soothing words. Safety. I opened my eyes to see Dan’s face close to mine. I flinched away in surprise.
“Phil, it’s ok, it’s only me”
I looked into his chocolate eyes, seeing a
Pairing: Phan
Warnings: um imlying self harm and depression
Genre: fluff/angst?
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil because that would be 1. impossible 2. illegal. This is fiction
“Hey, Dan?” I yelled from my bedroom, my voice croaky from not using it for the whole morning.
“What?” Dan replied in a similar tone and volume to mine.
“Can I use your laptop?”
“What? Come here Phil! I can’t hear you”
I huffed and got up off the bed where I had been lying for most of the morning. Then stretched, my hands nearly touching the ceiling. On my way out of the room, I grabbed the hoodie, that was dra
Why don't you love me?
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Phan
Note: I do not own danisnotonfire or amazingphil!!
Dan felt the salty tears sting his old cuts as the blade ran down his tan skin, leaving a bloody line. Each scar had a story, a reason it was there. suddenly there was a loud bang on the door. Dan's father banged on the door. Dan pulled the sleeves of his jumper down and sighed. Dan put the shiny blade in his drawer and slowly opened the door, greeted with his drunk father. "What do you want?" Dan looked to the ground, not allowed to look at him. His father threw his fist at Dan, hitting him right in the jaw. Dan held his jaw and whimpered, h
I Remember When We Were by iguessicantry, literature
Literature
I Remember When We Were
I Remember When We Were
Genre: Angst
Description: It’s been a few years since the divorce and Dan still can’t cope.
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She’s nice. She always greets me with a smile and a hug. She’ll come on time and call ahead. She is polite and, I guess, just perfect for him. She’s pretty, too pretty. Her name is Samantha but he calls her baby. It’s a hand-me-down pet name. It used to be mine.
She’ll drop off my kids every friday after she’s picked them up from school. Those are the arrangements, an order of custody passed down from a judge. It’s a
It's just a game -Phan- by kittyxuchiha11, literature
Literature
It's just a game -Phan-
Not a lot of things get to me. Sure losing my oyster card or Dan stealing my straightners annoy me a little. But I get over it pretty quickly. I mean, what’s the point in letting life get you down? But recently, there’s been this one thing that I just can’t get over.
Dan started playing this new game a few weeks ago. I was a little confused at first. I mean, Dan always tells me absolutely everything. He would have definitely told me about it if he was planning on getting it. But no, he didn’t mention a single word about it. The weirdest thing was it just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Like, the day it appeared Dan w
Where Do We Go From Here ~ PHAN by Simple-Fangirl-Yay, literature
Literature
Where Do We Go From Here ~ PHAN
Title: Where Do We Go From Here
Author: Simple-Fangirl-Yay
Pairing: Phan
Genre: angst (sort of)
Word Count: 2556
Phil slams the alarm clock’s snooze button yet again, though he knows it’ll make him late for work. Waking up for a day job sucked, to say the least. He wishes things had panned out better from making YouTube videos, but that’s life for you. One day you’re paying the bills with some change you’ve made with videos, the next, people change their minds, or maybe you haven’t made the best video, then bam. Boom. Swoosh. It’s over. Suddenly 10,000 views less each week force you to consider what
Phil stared at Dan until their eyes locked together. He felt as if he had been struck by a million tiny lightning bolts, all of them pricking at his skin and making him feel wide awake and filled with energy. "How about we go into town and get a massive milkshake each OK?"Phil said, grinning from ear to ear. This seemed to cheer Dan up a bit and he went off for a shower.
"PHIIIIIL?!"Dan shouted from the bathroom ten minutes later. "Yeah?" Phil replied, walking towards the door. Dan suddenly poked his head round the door, making Phil jump. Dan laughed, showing off all of his perfect teeth. Phil was glad he was back to smiling so soon after t
Dan's P.O.V
I took this as my chance.Pinning Phil against the wall,I kiss him deeply.His mouth feels like a lightning bolt on mine.I don't want to stop kissing him,it just feels so right to be here with him.My hands run over his clothed chest.He squirms a little at my touch but leans into me,his arms wrapped around my neck.I start to run my hand's under his shirt,stroking his warm,pale skin.I feel goosebumps form on his skin as my fingertips draw out patterns.
Phil's P.O.V
Dan kissing me is the best thin i've ever experienced.I can feel myself shivering as his skin comes into contact with mine,forever carressing the surface of my stomach a
Summary: Dan and Phil go out to the club, as just friends cus why not. And Dan tries to get Phil jealous. Confession of attraction yeah yeah.
I sigh and continue to grind against the short, chubby blonde girl in front of me. My lips find my drink as I gulp it down again. I look in Phil’s direction to see him talking to a girl with short, black hair. I groan and grab this girl, whats her name… eh fuck it, hips. My grinds enhance. My eyes slowly drift back to Phil. He’s glaring knives at me. I feel my lips curl up and let out a small, dark giggle. Anything to catch Phil’s attention.
“Wanna maybe go back to my
Phan - Duvets and Confessions ~fluffy oneshot~ by Galacticunicorn123, literature
Literature
Phan - Duvets and Confessions ~fluffy oneshot~
Uh oh, I wrote a very long fic. I'm sorryyyy
Pairings: Phil and Dan
Warnings: Nothing but cuteness and a lil kiss, nothing bad.
Author: Galacticunicorn123
Note: Hai:3, please comment, le criticism is taken on board. Pls comment
I have no friends.
Anwayssss, on with le show.
(3rd person)
3.am, still no Dan. Phil picks up his phone, unlocking it and wincing as the white light pierces his retinas in the dark room. He was worried about Dan, understanding that he is 22, he holds back the urge to enquire about his location. 'C'mon Dan, where are you?' Phil mutters, confused by himself. Why was he so worried about Dan? Granted, he is Dan's best f
Dear Nice Guy,
I wrote this for you...
As a window to give you a glance in to my brain and a understanding of the demons that plague my thoughts.
I wrote this for you...
Hoping you could understand just who I am.
I wrote this for you...
But you'll never see this because I'll never show you in fear you might truly understand my demons.
And still...
I wrote this for you.
- Shyness