a/n: this started off with phil having the kinds of synesthesia that i have but they are v boring so it turned into this instead

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Word count: 5363

Summary: Phil has synesthesia, and it’s his most guarded secret as he grows up with the boy who made it the most beautiful.

Triggers: a little bit of physical bullying implied

Genre: fluff!

Shoutout to the baes beautiphillester and gettinhellaspooky for being awesome betas and especially beautiphillester bc our friendship inspired this fic! :)

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Phil climbed into his mum’s car quietly, lost in thought. He didn’t say hello, or tell his mum about his day; the six-year-old simply stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth and chewed on it.

“Phil, sweetie, are you alright?” his mum asked, noticing Phil’s unusual silence.

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summary: in which dan is a struggling writer who gets sad sometimes and phil works in an ice cream shop

warning for mentions of depression

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“Phil, it’s been months now since our last formal introduction,” Dan says. “I think we should have another one, for old times sake.”

Phil turns to look at Dan, confusion written on his face. “Okay,” he says. “But, um, why?”

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Summary: Phil drags a reluctant Dan to prom.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Some swearing

Here With You

A slither of light breaks through the darkness, seeping in through a crack in the stage. I feel the tension, the closeness of the heavy platform to my face, the distant tinkling of overly optimistic music. Beside me I can feel the warmth of a body, a hand clutched in mine. We don’t speak, not yet, we don’t need to. In the crushed darkness I can almost imagine I am somewhere else, maybe outside with a world of stars at my fingertips or in a cave that holds the secret wonders of the world. I like the darkness, it masks the horrible reality. In the darkness I can imagine it is just me and him in all of the world. I like that world more than this one.

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