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Get Out Of My Head (Phan)

And I thought no breakup could be as bad as my last one. Sometimes I wonder how naïve I can be, especially when it comes to love. I always let my heart lead me where it chooses, with my brain creating the boundaries to try and stop me getting into trouble. It’s when I let someone inside the walls that I’m the most vulnerable. Like now. Why can’t he get out of my head? I mean it’s not like I didn’t see this coming. Ever since we had that argument (well, was it a fight? There wasn’t any shouting, but neither of us are confrontational, it was just more of a cold shoulder on his behalf) over the stupid Dan

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Literature

Get Out Of My Head (Phan)

And I thought no breakup could be as bad as my last one. Sometimes I wonder how naïve I can be, especially when it comes to love. I always let my heart lead me where it chooses, with my brain creating the boundaries to try and stop me getting into trouble. It’s when I let someone inside the walls that I’m the most vulnerable. Like now. Why can’t he get out of my head? I mean it’s not like I didn’t see this coming. Ever since we had that argument (well, was it a fight? There wasn’t any shouting, but neither of us are confrontational, it was just more of a cold shoulder on his behalf) over the stupid Dan

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196 deviations
Literature

Blitz (Phan)

The air raid siren went just as mum had put the dinner on the table. It’s now familiar wailing shot through the house, an inconvenience rather than a cause for fright. There have been bombs in our area (where haven’t there been bombs in London?), but lately all the warnings have been false alarms. It’s a real pain, because none of us ever get a full night’s sleep anymore, meaning we’re all groggy and grumpy the next day. We seem to live at mercy of the piercing siren. We grab whatever food we can carry, gas masks, blankets, and dad’s cigarettes, then head out onto the street. Our Anderson Shelter is still

Youtube One-Shots all pairings

80 deviations
Literature

How do you cope? (Star Trek)

 TW: Suicide + Spoilers for Into Darkness. This is probably the most depressing thing I've ever written, so if you've been affected by my stuff before then please be careful. How do you cope when a captain and friend dies? (Set in an AU where Bones can't save Kirk using Khan's tissue). 3 days since Jim’s death. My name is Doctor Leonard McCoy, chief medical officer of the Starship Enterprise. And this is what I’m prescribing myself to deal with the trauma of losing my captain. I don’t think the word ‘trauma’ fully covers how I’m feeling to be honest, it’s more like the feeling of your heart being s

Non-Youtube One-Shots

4 deviations
Literature

Breadline (Phan/Kickthestickz/Jean Hobbs) [Part 1]

Some people live on the breadline, poverty, whatever you want to call it. Dan and Phil are just 2 of those people. Phil’s meagre wage struggling to keep the two afloat, him working all hours just to try and make ends meet. Hard life for the two lovers. Let’s take a look inside the flat. 2 rooms: living room/kitchen/bedroom and bathroom. Little more than a bedsit really, barely larger of most people’s sitting room for the floor space of the entire flat. No cooker, just a hob and a dodgy microwave scrounged from the tip. It’s temperamental, but it does the job most of the time. No table, just a couple of fold up ikea ch

Breadline

12 deviations
Literature

Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Phan) (Part 1)

I walk the lonely road which leads from my house to everywhere and nowhere all at once. Normally it’s an exciting, happy, or at the very least, normal road. But not today. Today I walk the road with a heavy heart and a heavy bag and the knowledge that I won’t be welcome if I turn around and go home. So I keep on walking, in the hope that somehow everything will turn out alright for me. I’m bright, I’m fit and healthy, I should be able to get a job. But there’s one small problem: I won’t have a permanent address. From now on, I’m homeless. I’m glad I timed this the way that I did. I waited until

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

3 deviations
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Trapped

19 deviations
Literature

What happens next. [Phan/Kickthestickz] Part 1

 {PJs POV} Bundled up in my winter coat, I stand on the corner of the street, and sing as loud as I can, strumming my ukulele with frozen fingers. My woollen hat is on the ground, in hope that someone will give me some change, a few pennies, anything at all. Without the hat my head feels like an icicle, and little bits of frost have frozen into my hair, so it almost sparkles when the light catches it. Around me, shoppers bustle around, anxious to be out of this arctic-like climate. A few children smile at me as they pass, their rosey-red cheeks full of joy, before their parents usher them away. Not many people stay to listen to me sing, n

What Happens Next

15 deviations
Literature

Little Orphan Philly (Part 4) [Phan]

[Dan] I feel so sorry for Phil, I really do. He’s such a nice person, he doesn’t deserve what has happened to him. He deserves much better. And he had a sister who died too? That’s awful, that’s terrible. Why do such bad things happen to such good people? I now realise how lucky I am, to have parents with good jobs and to be able to have just about everything I want. Phil could get nothing that he wanted, and now I see how selfish I was. I won’t be selfish anymore. I’m going to share with my brother! And I’m going to try to stop the bullies. I haven’t quite figured out how yet, but that’s

Little Orphan Philly

4 deviations
Literature

The Carer [Phan] (Part 1)

I’m awoken by the sound of Rosa crying, just like every other night for the past 2 weeks. When will she get passed this phase? I roll out of bed, and glance at the clock. 4am. Well, at least I should be able to get some sleep once I’ve got her sorted out. It’s the worst when she’s like this at 5 because I can never get back to sleep, and if I do I have to be up by 6! Those days are the worst, when I lose an hour of sleep. I live on the bare minimum of sleep as it is, without losing some. I pad across the room and over to her crib, scooping her up and into my arms. She’s so small, even by baby standards. Prematur

The Carer

6 deviations
Literature

209 Days Missing [Phan] - Part 1

"Phil! Phil, listen to me!" I call out "No Daniel. You made your choice." The use of my first name terrifies me. He's not even going to act like we're friends. "I didn't mean to offend you! I'm sorry!" The door slams in my face and I fall to my knees, sobbing. I wake up sweating. I had the nightmare again. That makes 209 identical nightmares. 209 bad nights of sleep. 209 nights of wondering where he is. 209 days if worry. 209 days of tears. 209 days of wishing I'd done something differently. 209 days and nights of missing Phillip Lester. I walk into the kitchen and pour myself some shreddies. I still buy the big boxes, they remind me o

209 Days Missing

8 deviations
Literature

Agent (Carrie + Phan/Kickthestickz/Jean Hobbs)

-Prologue- I felt like I spent a thousand and one years waiting for my prince charming, waiting to be the girl who was rescued, the Ariel finding her Eric. And then I thought I found him, and he left me sad and heartbroken. He wasn’t evil, no I can’t say he was evil. I thought, and still think, he was perfect, and that’s why I was so upset, because I wasn’t good enough for him. It was my fault, I’m the one with the flaws, not him. It all reduced me to a sobbing mess. And my friends just couldn’t help. Most of my closest friends are boys: Jack, Alex, Cieran, Dan, Phil... and seeing boys straight after a br

Agent

2 deviations
Literature

Love for a slave (kickthestickz/phan) [Part 1]

CONTEXT: It’s the year 2013, in a parallel universe. Society revolves around sex more than economics and love. Those without shelter are sold off as sex slaves, who are then bought by the richer ‘traders’. Phil is one of these slaves. He has recently been captured, and is a virgin. None of the many traders at the auction like this quality. All but one; Dan Howell. Stranger: Phil stared out into the crowd, into the blank faces of the traders. He was scared. Who he’d be sold off to was there staring him in the face, yet he didn’t know who. He might be lucky, however. Nobody had shown an interest. “Going, goi

Love for a Slave

4 deviations
Literature

Not really.

She asked if I was ok I thought of telling her Of the scars on my arms Or the anxiety Or that my sisters call me fat And ugly And the worst And that I believe them. But I didn't say All those things I just said I was tired Because does she really care? Not really.

Non-Fanfic

16 deviations
Literature

The Casebook of Jenny Flint: A Study in Silver

The Casebook of Jenny Flint. A Study In Silver, August 1983 It was late in the summer of 1893, not long after Madame Vastra and I had visited Sweetville, when we got a curious letter from a Dr Charles Banner. Madame was busy finishing her afternoon tea, and Strax was in Glasgow on his weekend off when the letterbox flapped open and the heavy parchment dropped onto the doormat. Confused, as the postman had arrived hours before hand, I had a glance up the street and saw there was nobody to be seen on the cobbles. I shut the door and brought the letter to Madam, placing it next to her saucer with a curtsey. “What’s this, Jenny?&rdq

Casebook of Jenny Flint

2 deviations