A new person wants to chat with you! Highest Rank #119 in DanandPhil (Created on 2/26/16) (Completed on 7/27/17) -Commands in this book are not accurate from the game and the plot is made up. I do not own any part of the game imvu. It is referenced for fan fiction purposes only- -Enjoy :)

[completed] philgon: she can fuck you good, but i can fuck you better ; copyright © 2016

update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance //trigger warning// //dans pov// "do you love me phil ?" "maybe i do"

[Aight so I've read 89574934935 phanfics since Christmas so I'm gonna give this a go] Fairies are good sprites. Faeries are evil sprites. When Dan meets Phil, a raven-haired boy claiming he's hopelessly lost in the woods, he can't tell if Phil is really human. Dan's seen every neck of this wood, and along with the trees come sprites - some good, some evil. Some sprites just like playing tricks on humans, some like to play with them, but others, specifically the faeries, try to make humans fall in love with them. Once they've got someone under their spell, they'll leave them with a broken heart - and some broken bones. So, Dan is hesitant to fall in love with the mysterious blue-eyed boy he finds in the wood. But when he does, his love is faced with the ultimate task: would he risk his own life to save Dan's?

"we spend all this time waiting for tomorrow, yet it never arrives." the story of a boy who writes to his insecurities. the story of another who saves him. {phan} {lowercase intentional} {trigger warning: depression, implied self-harm/mentions of suicide}

What happens when a sick Phil talks in his sleep? (Rating: none, all fluff)

phil's entirely normal. dan's entirely not.

“Yes, I've been watching you draw pictures of us together in your notebook all semester, I am literally sitting right behind you.” --- Or where Dan has been drawing him and Phil together, and Phil finds it cute. Based on a prompt.

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."