sooooooooooooo……………. in a totally hypothetical situation…………….. would anyone be down……… theoretically………. for a fic tonight………….. 

me: damn!!! a model!au set in the 80s is such a good idea!!! how hard can it be!!!!!

also me: 

phanlight:

prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.

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I’ve made one of my new year’s resolutions to put this thing back onto some kind of updating schedule. I don’t know what it’s going to be yet or whether I’m going to stick to it, but I’ll give it a shot :)

Update: im so sorry I wrote that note on the 3^rd of January it’s now the 24^th and im a mess but ill still try my best hAha

warnings: smoking, mentions of violence

Twenty-Two

“Just like the old days, this is,” Freddie grins, gazing up at the sky. Clouds part every now and then, giving way to idle twinkles of light against the blackness. “Us lot, out here, hiding from the cameras. It’s almost as if this year hasn’t happened, isn’t it?”

Phil gulps, the taste of tobacco souring in his mouth a little. The idea of smoking to relieve his stress suddenly doesn’t seem so smart anymore.

“Except we’re missing someone, aren’t we?” Violet chimes in, feigning sickly innocence. “Where’s your best friend, Phil? Too bad he couldn’t join us.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Phil mutters bitterly.

“Must be a real bummer being cooped up inside on your own when everyone else is free, mustn’t it?” Freddie comments.

“Good,” Phil bites back. “The further he is away from me, the better.”

“Someone’s touchy,” Violet comments. “I never remembered you being so scathing, Phil.”

“I do,” Freddie comments. “You were probably thrilled when his tag got extended.”

“Yeah; it’s such a travesty my father actually gave him the punishment he deserved,” Phil puts his hand on his heart in mock-sorrow and fuck, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“You’re saying it’s justified to give him a three month tag extension for something out of his control?” Freddie raises his eyebrows, huffing out a surprised breath. “Wow. I guess being a self-righteous wanker really does run in the family.”

“Look, if you’re here to lecture me on my gene pool, I want nothing to do with it,” Phil rolls his eyes.

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prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

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I’ve made one of my new year’s resolutions to put this thing back onto some kind of updating schedule. I don’t know what it’s going to be yet or whether I’m going to stick to it, but I’ll give it a shot :)

Update: im so sorry I wrote that note on the 3^rd of January it’s now the 24^th and im a mess but ill still try my best hAha

warnings: smoking, mentions of violence

Twenty-Two

“Just like the old days, this is,” Freddie grins, gazing up at the sky. Clouds part every now and then, giving way to idle twinkles of light against the blackness. “Us lot, out here, hiding from the cameras. It’s almost as if this year hasn’t happened, isn’t it?”

Phil gulps, the taste of tobacco souring in his mouth a little. The idea of smoking to relieve his stress suddenly doesn’t seem so smart anymore.

“Except we’re missing someone, aren’t we?” Violet chimes in, feigning sickly innocence. “Where’s your best friend, Phil? Too bad he couldn’t join us.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Phil mutters bitterly.

“Must be a real bummer being cooped up inside on your own when everyone else is free, mustn’t it?” Freddie comments.

“Good,” Phil bites back. “The further he is away from me, the better.”

“Someone’s touchy,” Violet comments. “I never remembered you being so scathing, Phil.”

“I do,” Freddie comments. “You were probably thrilled when his tag got extended.”

“Yeah; it’s such a travesty my father actually gave him the punishment he deserved,” Phil puts his hand on his heart in mock-sorrow and fuck, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“You’re saying it’s justified to give him a three month tag extension for something out of his control?” Freddie raises his eyebrows, huffing out a surprised breath. “Wow. I guess being a self-righteous wanker really does run in the family.”

“Look, if you’re here to lecture me on my gene pool, I want nothing to do with it,” Phil rolls his eyes.

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*flips table* 

*smashes 3 plates* 

*picks up megaphone* 

*inhales deeply* 

WHO THE FUCK WANTS SOME FUCKING ILLAKS TONIGHT 

*quietly places megaphone down and leaves through the window*

ok but how about……….. a fic……. based on castle on the hill…… by ed sheeran…….. would ppl read That Shit™ because i wanna write That Shit™

YO so im late as fuck to this bandwagon but i got nominated for a few fic awards this year!!!

if ya wanna vote for me, here are the fics nominated and for which category:

• phanlight (dat me) for fave phan blogger and best author
  
• a friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid for best tumblr fic and best oneshot
• the bookshop that has (almost) everything for best of the best AU and originality award

i dont wanna be That Kid but having been writing on this blog for over three years it honestly means the world to be nominated again like srsly WTF thank u all so much its been a good year (on here at least lmfao). heres to the next 3 years!!!

HAPPY VOTING XXX

oh bless u thank you so much!! i literally forgot the phanfic awards were happening hahahah but i think these are the ones ive done this year?? 

(pls dont feel in any way obliged to vote for me im already very very grateful for the support u all constantly give me for my writing and i know the awards are only a bit of fun!!)

melodramatic, but it turns me on - this is a mess and i literally cannot process how or why it did as well as it did but THANKS Y’ALL

the bookshop that has (almost) everything - literature student!dan and librarian(ish)!phil what more could a gal want

someone tell victoria her secret is out - i like to quietly pretend this fic doesn’t exist

the sun will rise, and we will try again - barista!phil musician!dan and spacey space metaphors

i’m sure as hell the happiest i’ve ever been - just a lil drabble thing i’d actually forgotten i’d written till now ooooo

a friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid - ok im not gonna lie im actually real proud of this one it did so well i still cant believe it

imagine living like a king someday - this fic is literally my pride and joy i wont lie if it won something i would be v v happy indeed

it’s been a wild year here on phanlite dot tumblr dot com

someone please tell me why im sitting here awake at 3am listening to you me at six on repeat with the overwhelming urge to write a spontaneous bwybms sequel or spin off or sOMETHING 

idk i just miss that verse so so much i just wanna come back to it and tie up a few loose ends but idk if people are interested enough for me to do that idk IDK help 

prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

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Thank you all so so much for your consistent patience with this. College work (and a hell of a lot of it) has unfortunately become my priority right now what with university just around the corner and subsequently I haven’t updated it nearly as regularly as I would have liked to, but you guys have been so supportive and understanding and I really cannot thank you enough for that. I’ve missed this and I’ve missed you. Here’s to more regular updates in the future <3

(sidenote I’m sorry if this seems a lil wooden I haven’t written this in literal months so it might take a while for me to adjust to the story and the prose again so pls bear with me)

OK emo words over let’s fuckin DO this cue emo dan and a Lot of tension and also dishonesty because phil’s a fucking idiot

warnings; mentions of violence, smoking

Twenty-one

Phil’s been on edge all week. He can’t remember the last time he relaxed.

Every day, every hour right from the second his eyes flutter open to the sound of his morning alarm, is spent with a thudding heart and searching eyes. Even when he’s sleeping he’s tense – his dreams have spiralled into a whirlwind of almost nightmares, technicolour episodes crashing into the other in colourful sparks and bursts that end in cold sweats and aching muscles and whisperings from the boy only centimetres away from him. And it’s stupid because Phil should be the one comforting him after a bad night (and he still tries his best nonetheless), but he can’t deny there’s nothing quite like the feeling of Dan’s gentle lips on his forehead at four a.m., the sound of his voice whispering reassurances with his arms draped over Phil’s waist like a protective shield.

He hasn’t seen Liam since he grabbed at any excuse and all but ran out of Noah’s room upon his discovery that no, Phil doesn’t still have a tag, and he’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.

And yeah, it was a very stupid move to dodge the bullet in the way he did, to fling himself out of the situation without even stopping to at least try and explain himself, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t think he can face sitting through another one of Liam’s explosions without crying or running for cover, and he just can’t look that evil glint in the eye. Not since he saw the very same one glittering menacingly when Liam looked at Dan, the daggering stare boring into the other boy. The image is still printed deep in Phil’s mind, resurfacing during the darkest part of the night.

That’s cowardly. Phil doesn’t care.

“Are you sure you-“

“Phil,” Dan sighs. “For the final time, I’m fine.”

“But you-“

“Honestly,” he insists, brown eyes shining. He’s trying, with one hand, to unwrap the chocolate bar Phil had insisted upon him. “It was just a bump, that’s all. The paths were really icy this morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Phil sighs, tapping Dan’s bandage patch delicately. It sits just under his fringe.

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so as a lot of you probably already know, after months of hiatus illaks is finally returning tonight!!

if you’re not aware of what illaks (imagine living like a king someday) is it’s a hench boarding school au i’ve been writing for a while now here is the summary:

“Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.”

if that sounds like ur kinda thing GIVE IT A READ and check back here sometime this evening because i’m updating it tonight oooOOOo

srsly tho im so glad i’m able to finally update this i’ve been so busy recently and ive missed writing it sO MUCH u have no idea

SO ANYWAY YES. A NEW CHAPTER. THAT WILL BE A THING AT LIKE 9PM

HAPPY SATURDAY XXX

fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny

summary: Phil works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to suspect something’s up.

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“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can I ask you something?”

Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A Memoir” down on the counter.

“Do you actually need half of the books you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that, you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them all?”

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i.

Graveland’s Books is the kind of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate, or very lost.

It hides on the tail end of an alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out of 2016 and into the 18^th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone shop sitting directly opposite, of course.

It’s not big in size, with a staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when you’re not concentrating properly.

But, for a job running along the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.

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OK NEW FIC DROPPIN AT LIKE 9PM (GMT) JUST SO U KNOW X X X

i just finished a 7k oneshot!!! im going out this evening so idk if i’ll be able to have it up by tonight but if i dont then tomorrow for sure bc it’s all ready to post and stuff!!!! it’s a bookshop au and an idea that ive had for wayyyy too long and i hope y'all are gonna like it

it feels so good to get back into writing u have no idea

YO WHO’S UP FOR A NEW FIC AT SOME POINT TONIGHT POSSIBLY????????