*'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.

Dan Howell has telekinesis - a power just like out of a comic book. Yet instead of protecting the universe as a brave superhero, he hides. He hides his power and himself, fearing nothing more than getting attached to somebody and dragging them down. Of course, Phil Lester, the new kid in school, just had to come waltzing in, destroying his entire view on nearly everything in the worst (and best) ways possible. Phil's like a drug, and boy, is Dan addicted. Warning: contains self harm, depression, boyxboy, references towards abuse, and other possible triggers or content you may not be comfortable with. you can message me in private for the specifics if you feel you need it and remember to stay safe. (Top: #89 in Fanfiction, #1 in Phan!)

[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4

When the new kid Tyler Joseph moves to town, He notices a cute skater boy. That skater boy is the one and only, Joshua Dun.

16 year old Frank Iero hates his life. He shuts himself off from his parents, he gets bullied every day at school, and he's always hiding his sexuality from everyone. And to top it all off, he's suicidal, and he self harms. He has no one to turn to, not even his three best friends. But there is one thing that actually makes him feel happy... The internet. Behind his laptop, he doesn't feel judged when he talks to others like him. The never ending love and support from other victims of prejudice, keep Frank fighting for a life that could get better. Then when he goes on a website called Omegle, he meets a boy who will change his life forever. <><><><><><><><> (A Frerard Love Story <3 <3 <3.)

Frank Iero meets a man in a bar one night when he's drinking as a minor. Gets a ride home, and then the next few days, he finds out this mysterious man turns out to be someone he has to learn from, five days a week.

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