" my name's blurry face and I care what you think. " Dan Howell has an unknown condition where he cannot see faces - no matter what he wears or does - they are always a blur. The doctors nicknamed it 'blurry face', and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it; Dan will have to live without faces. That is, until he meets Phil Lester - the 'bad boy' of Dan's new school - who's face is strangely visible to Dan; much to Dan's wonder and Phil's distaste.

It was an accident, but Phil blames himself. Dan's gone, but Phil still feels him there. What did it matter if Dan was dead? Nothing.... Nothing mattered anymore.... (Warnings: MC death, depression, attempted self-harm, alcohol and drinking, very angsty, I cried while rereading this so you may cry too) I have no idea what possessed me to write this. I am so sorry.

After three years of Dan not answering Phil's emails, he finally responds. Though, the tables turn. Phil doesn't reply to Dan after he replies. Dan will try to keep in contact with Phil after all he has done, but he doubts he'd ever reply back. Highest Rank: #33 Fanfiction

Phil's been hiding the fact that he's an Earthbender for ten years, ever since it's been considered illegal when the Fire Nation invaded. And, of course, the only solution to a random Fire Nation soldier seeing him earthbending is to kidnap him, right? creds to @xSillyTilly for the awesome cover! (ominousdan.tumblr.com)

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

[ This AU was created by maddox_rider, an incredible artist and huge part of the PHANDOM. Find her wonderful work on Instagram, Twitter, tumblr, AND YouTube ] Dan stared at the computer from where he had fallen to on the carpet. The face on the screen blinked at him with its strange eyes and grinned. His teeth were like knives. Dan could feel phantom hands stroking his hair, pulling gently at his shirt. "What..." He started after swallowing. "What is it?" "tHAnk yOu foR fiXing mE, dAN."

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.