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

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.

In a world where everyone has a special ability, a "power", young Dan Howell is alone in having nothing to show for it. He now constantly, obsessively searches for something, anything, that could mean he was different, day after day. But maybe all it takes is a certain Super showing an interest in him to make him truly feel like he doesn't need a power to make him special.

Phil has been lost and heart broken for 5 months, spending each day in his bed wishing Hayley had never left him. Little did he know that soon his only friend Dan would make him see the light and see who was the perfect person for him. (very short story, like 2 chapters long, just phil being sad then the rest is phan fluff, but no smut)

A book of Dan and Phil one-shots, ranging from 300-3000 words, fluff to angst, and shitty to slightly less shitty writing. Enjoy your stay.

as fluffy as your favourite feather-filled pillow :)

Everyone is born with something special. Everyone uses that something special in their future life. For Jack, it was Sam on his hip. Sam was his little Septiceye, and he helped Jack in every way possible. For Mark, it was his Warfstache. Each attachment had a mind of it's own, but was also linked to the owners mind. At the grade of 6th, the attachment starts giving small hints about who they, the owner and attachment, are meant to be with. No matter the distance, they will find each other before highschool. These two soulmates just happen to be on opposite sides of the world.

Dan is a fire he shows nothing but hate to everyone mainly ice. If his hate grows or jealously fire will spread Phil is an ice he a secretly soul he keeps his feeling hidden if they stay hidden for to long he freezes what ever he touches What happens when Dan and Phil cross paths in their high school

When life's got you down, you're supposed to get back up. What if you stay down? *trigger fuccking warning* for ALL my fics, just don't read em, but this one especially, okay?

" we're friends right? well, you can't really tell me otherwise anyway, which is probably why we're friends. " Or the story of an overenthusiastic boy called Phil, who has trouble shutting up, and a reluctantly mute boy called Dan, who's life is falling apart, and how they both come to realise that sometimes - actions can speak louder than words.