The story that made us all Joshler Shippers cry, Still do not have owner

Daniel knew he had die hard fans but never in a million years did he think he might one day become good friends with them or even fall in love with one. Will this turn out to be the best decision of his life or the worst?

❝I wish I could have told you that, Dan.❞ - Phil Lester grew up. Dan Howell didn't have the chance to, well, in Phil's eyes, anyway. Phil finds himself with a lot of time alone, and so he sits down with a pen and caramel macchiato and reminisces on days on the Manchester Eye, the sofa at Starbucks and walks through abandoned hospitals. - A My Chemical Romance inspired fan fiction, taking place when Phil doesn't have Dan.

*'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.

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

"We can't do this, it's a sin." "Well I'm a sinner." ::Christianboy!dan punkboy!phil)

because of the boy with dark hair and ocean eyes. tw: sensitivity with topics such as depression; not meant to romanticize mental illness.

You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

Phil had never been one to dwell on the bigger picture, he was the type content to saturate in the moment. He'd never really understood the way his best friend would get so hung up on finding purpose, not when he'd come to terms with the idea that life was what you made of it so early on. He considered himself a firm believer in the idea of karma, that putting good out into the world would bring you nothing but the same back. That's why he was always so careful to keep positive, to keep a smile on his face through it all. That's also why it shattered him so when the world handed him back a nightmare in exchange for his dreams. You would think, with how long they've known each other, by now Pj would have grown accustomed to loss and the crippling grief that comes along with it. He has trouble accepting it, that it's a permanent thing and no amount of reminiscing will give him the opportunity to make new memories again. That's why he reasoned with himself that becoming a medical student was a good idea, that someday he would be there for someone in a way that no one else had been there for him. He wanted to save people. And, unbeknownst to Pj, there was someone out there equally as determined to save him. Felix had always envied the simplicity that came with gaming. The guided path from start to finish, the reassurance along the way that you were doing the right thing, and if all else failed he'd always had manuals to fall back on. Real life wasn't like that, it wasn't as simple as keeping your team alive until you crossed over into the credits. Choosing between what he's always known and what his heart tells him to do won't be easy, but thankfully he's not in it alone. With zombies on their tail and feelings they don't yet want to face ahead of them, this gang of unlikely heroes are about to realize that things aren't always what they seem.