Camp Overfell is a two month long escape from the troubling teenage life. At least, that's what the website says. For Dan Howell, it's nothing but an excuse for his parents to get rid of him for the summer, and rightly so. Okay, so maybe he fucks up sometimes. He didn't mean to set the classroom on fire, he was just trying to liven up the coma-inducing lesson. Long story short, he doesn't want to be here. But he is, and dealing with it isn't easy. Three roommates, one bathroom and constant adult supervision? Not his idea of an 'escape'. What he needs is fun, and maybe his eccentric bunk mates can help with that.

There are ten ways to kill a mockingbird. You could drown it Burn it Or fry it alive Slit it's throat and leave it out to dry Cut its wings Or drive him insane Put up a window or hit it with a cane Poison the rose And Hang it upside down But no matter how you kill it, the mockingbird still mocks. Although the bird stops its sing, the words continue to sting Dan Howell, semi-profession assassin and self proclaimed human-hater, is given a new target. Dan Howell, this time, is given something he couldn't quite prepare for.

Dan is a dancer, but it's his best kept secret. Moving to a new college results in new friends, new hobbies and a new outlook in life; but what does it really mean to be human? A series of strange and seemingly unconnected events unfold that all seem to link back to Dan's mysterious new boyfriend. etcetc phan with kickthestickz This story carries some warnings, however they're p much all spoilers except non-graphic violence and injury on one occasion, and non-described minor character death. No major character death and no self harm. Please message me if you think you'll need to know the TWs! To avoid spoilers, you can give me a list of things you don't want to read for whatever reason and I'll let you know if they're in the fic or not :)

Dan Howell and Phil Lester are two semi-famous British Internet Video-Bloggers who live in the same flat. Their lives aren't exactly top secret. Dan and Phil make anecdotal videos about their lives. Dan tweets constantly. Phil posts pictures on instagram from time to time. They are both constantly announcing their next endeavors to their fans via social media. It's impossible for secrets to be kept, so how long will they be able to keep this one? ~ Warnings: N/A This is a safe fanfic :) Rating: PG-13 for mature concepts and mild swearing Genre: Phanfiction/Romance Word Count: 38K Status: Completed

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

**WARNING** I wrote this a while ago now and I really don't like any of it. Expect poor writing and character development. Sorry in advance. * "Dan, can you stop that, it's really weird," I protested, trying to shuffle away but instead I felt myself being sucked into his magnetic gaze. Suddenly, I was centimetres away from eyes. What was going on? What was Dan doing? It was beginning to feel a bit spooky now. I desperately wanted to get away but I was being pulled into a black hole and there was no escape. Why was he being like this? What did he want? Why did I- Next thing I knew, Dan's lips had melted against mine and he was kissing me. Shocked, I stayed motionless, eyes wide open and my hands glued to my sides for a second. I had no idea what was happening. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips against mine... **Sort of based on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen**

Abandoned at Alton Towers for an extra large milkshake, Dan decides to try out Oblivion for the first time. But when it breaks down, and he meets someone friendly, what will he do when left to his own devices? (more friendship than lovey-dovey stuff)

Dan Howell? That's His Royal Highness Daniel James Howell, heir to a small European country's throne, to you, pleb. A royal pain in the ass, too, apparently. And him? Well, he's just Phil: a down on his luck journalist, searching desperately for a news story that'll save him from losing his crappy job. And who are they? They're members of the Russell family, a once prestigious dynasty brought to ruins by Howell's powerful ancestors. Bitter and resentful, they eye Perigna's heir as means of getting revenge to an old and potent slight. What are the chances of all three meeting up in London, eh?

THIS FIC IS CURRENTLY NOT BEING UPDATED Phil is in need of some money and sometimes the best way to get it is to the do harder jobs. Model!Phil & Harsh!Howell || HIGHEST RANK: 52 in fan fiction ||