It had been three weeks since Phil died. Dan couldn't do it anymore, so he made a final video.... Cover by @Muke_Ziall

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 is the popular guy who can have anyone he wants. His friend Chris isn’t so sure about that though and makes a bet with him: By the end of term Dan has to make Phil Lester fall in love with him. A/N: There's no selfharm, no depression, no eating disorders, no character deaths, no bullying, no getting beaten up, ... Basically it's just a really cute story with minor drama, which, however, doesnt involve any of things mentioned above.

" 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.

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.

You're Driving Me Mental sequel. Phil is slowly going insane. Well, more 'insane' then he previously thought he was. Dan is definitely more 'insane' then before, making Phil, the supporting boyfriend, want to look after him. One day Phil snaps and walks out on Dan, moving in with his parents for a while. Feeling guilty, he goes back home, unaware of what he had caused. You don't have to read the other book for this one to make any sense.

They told Dan that he and Louise would be safe under their watchful eye. That all they had to do was move to Manchester, take on new identities, and no harm would come to them. The Witness Protection Program controls everything in their new lives; their jobs, their home, their worlds. But there's one thing they can't control. Phil Lester. When Phil starts snooping into Dan and Louise's past, he not only puts the three of them in danger, but he also risks exposing his two new friends to a terrible threat. It's up to Dan, now James, to protect his new friend and his new identity, until the whole thing blows over and he can go back to being his old self. But Dan will never be the same. Not after Manchester, not after Phil, and definitely not after James.

"You must love a princess, Daniel!" My mother shouted. The entire room went uncomfortably silent for what seemed like hours. "But what if I love a prince instead?" //To clarify, this is set in the past. I imagine somewhere between 1500's and 1700's. //ALSO, history nerds, don't come for me if something is historically inaccurate. The only history class I have ever payed attention in was my western civilization college course that I took the summer after 10th grade.

Phil is the new patient at an adolescent mental health unit. A young Dan is told to keep an eye on him but apparently, not caring causing things to go down hill. Will Phil get better, for Dan, as well as himself? ~ COMPLETE ~ BOOK ONE ~

"I'm hearing things Phil." "Like what?" "Like...." I paused realizing I shouldn't say it. "Like, nothing never mind." "Tell me coward!" He pushed me off my bed, kept me down with his hands, he sat on my hips, inches from my face he said, "Have you been hearing that I'm an excellent kisser? Because that's true."