"Are you a virgin?" "Sir, is that appropriate?" ____

❎ When I see you in the morning it brightens up my day there are so many thoughts on my mind so many words I want to say ❎ ~~ Copyright 2015 by onechonce on WattPad All Rights Reserved

Dan Howell. A name that could make any girls heart swoon. Well, all but one. Charlotte Lester is that one. Growing up, Charlotte has seen nothing but the meaner side of Dan; the nasty and cruel one. She hated him. Despised him. Until one drunken night when all emotions and secrets spill and her perspective twists. // Regular updates - No set time\\

"Are you the devil?" "If you aren't a monster, then what are you? What can possibly be worse?" "A mad man." A Dan Howell fanfic. Warning Triggers: explicit language, sexual content, mental institutions, mental illnesses, drug use, gore. Mature content, some might find offensive. - Enjoy. ~ (Amazing cover by cliquot on Wattpad!)

we were: strangers friends best friends lovers strangers, again -- [Dan x Reader] A story in which love is anything but easy, and the boy is the broken one. [For readers that are done with clichés.] -- fair warning brought to you from @magicalbeasts: hola, bitch get yo goddamn TISSUES

The adventures of 'pretty boy' and 'dyke'. The story of the boy with the boobs who can pack a serious punch, and the girl with a dick and her all mighty powerful butt, and just how the two happen to meet and perhaps happen to fall for one another. And the two's battles against dysphoria, the foes of the judgemental gaze of the outside world, and sometimes themselves, sometimes even each other, but in the end, they both know from that very first moment, the first eye contact: it's the two of them against the motherfucking world. (Trans AU, FTM Frank & MTF Gerard)

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

I knew that being up this late was a bad idea. Staying up until 6 am and having to go to uni at 9. Not very smart of me. Yet, I did it every night. This night was different though. I started talking to him and what makes it any different than any other night was that he actually replied. He replied and didn't stop replying. ©TheMeganHowell 2014

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

"I think that skirt would look really pretty on you." "I-It isn't for me..." "Are you sure? Forgive me; the pink Vans and daisy flower crown misguided my judgment." All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.