I hear you like superpower Phan ;) Well, in here, you've got the one and only Phil Lester as an empath, and the iconic Dan Howell as a guy unaffected by him. Plot ensues.

What once could be an undeniable truth could undeniably become a lie. // Dan Howell lies about everything. What he does on Saturday nights, how he feels, what he loves, who he loves. Phil Lester never tells a lie. He's all about promises, and trustworthiness. Liars piss him off. Dan can fib about anything. A white lie here, and a white lie there, never hurt anybody. But after a while, he can't bring himself to lie to Phil Lester. And he struggles the most to lie to himself, when he just can't deny that he's extremely in love with him. //smut warning//

"tired blue boy walks my way, holding a girl's hand, that basic bitch leaves finally, now i can steal her man" - trigger warnings: depression, physical and emotional abuse, excessive drinking, and suicidal thoughts other warnings: possible smut - based on melanie martinez's pacify her, all rights to her.

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.

where dan is a struggling music artist and phil is a cocky, successful and a sexually frustrated producer ; copyright © 2016 ; highest ranking #5

"Some people are grey. And some are white. And some have small hints of purple or yellow or red. I am white. With a little dash of light blue." Synaesthesia is a pretty powerful thing, and for Dan? Well it pretty much rules over his life. He sees people and emotions in colours, and one day when he finally decides to leave a note for the boy he admires he hopes that he will see him in colour as well. Dan has spent his entire life writing poems and when he finally found out that nobody really cared what he was writing about he went mute. Phil is a kid with a bit of a learning problem but a passion for art. When he finally picks up the letters Dan has been leaving behind for him will he be too far behind, or will he catch up to fate.

"well, what can i say sweater boy, you and i mix as well as those damn paints on my brushes and the colors in those sunsets you love so much."

"Phil, let's play a game called ouija. "

the tale of the prettiest street pianist phil lester had ever laid his eyes on and how he madly fell in love with him.

My name isn't Jacqueline, it's Jack. And I am a boy. Jack McLoughlin is a transgender 17-year-old in his Junior year at a new highschool. He's living alone in a small apartment and works every day at the Starbucks down the street. He's short and insecure, but has a passion for art. But he finds another love of his after he bumps into a tall boy in the hallway.