Phil Lester is 'special', having the power to manipulate water with just a flick of his hand. Because of this, he was transferred into the special school, Dahlia Academy, which was built to harbor students with magical abilities. Here, he meets Dan Howell, a cold and distant pyromaniac who doesn't get close to anyone. Based loosely off of the manga/anime of Gakuen Alice. (Cover credit: monster7437)

in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

"goddamn right, you should be scared of me" {this fan fiction contains some very triggering topics}

Castiel and Dean have grown up together since they were four years old. Now the two have become completely different from one another, one being a punk and the other a jock. Yet nothing stops the two from being the best of friends. When a drunken night in a camping tent turns their whole relationship upside down, will their friendship survive? [FURTHER DESCRIPTION IN FIRST PART]

Dan and Phil have been friends forever now and have always been close. Close to the point where everyone, including their family's, are suspicious about them, but they are both straight. They claimed it many times that they both like girls and truly believe it, but they both also struggled when it came to girls. They didn't know how to impress, kiss, touch, and please a female. They both figured that they were just bad at this kind of stuff, so they decide to practice on each other because platonic straight friends kissing and fucking each other doesn't mean anything right? "This doesn't make us gay right, if we teach each other how to kiss and practice on you?" "Of course not, we're friends and straight." "No homo?" "No homo"

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

Cas loves to text Dean. Dean loves when Cas texts him. But don't tell them they're in love. © totallymisha 2015

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