[complete] i want to be there so you don't have to be brave ; copyright © 2017

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 :)

i was sinking, and i couldn't swim. {phan au} highest ranking - #10 in danandphil

*'BEST PHANFICTION' WINNER (FANFICTION AWARDS 2018)* Daniel has anxiety and crumples paper to calm himself down. Phil has ADHD and diminishes hearts to bring himself up.

After Dan Howell dies at the tragically young age of 26, he is greeted by death with a book. A book of every lie that anyone had ever told him. This seems like harmless fun but as he nears the end, he realized everything isn't as it seemed in life with his best friend, Phil Lester. Ship: Phan, Kickthesticks Genre: fluff/angst (no smut) Trigger Warnings: male X male, major character death, suicide, self harm, existencial questions, depression, abuse, torture situations, substance abuse and panic attacks. (i want all of you to be safe and happy whilst reading this so if you are triggered by any of these please don't read)

Phil, If you're reading this. I want you to know that I love you so much. I'm so sorry. -Dan •story is complete•

Blue is the prettiest color, isn't it? (an: this book is utter shit but for some reason people like it so it would be wrong to delete it )

Beating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made me feel."

It started with two boys and a mental ward. A blue eyed boy who couldn't sleep and saw things that didn't exist, and a brown eyed boy who heard voices in his head and had suicidal tendencies.

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