Phan Oneshots

Waiting, Hoping With Each Breath

Summary: After Dan's girlfriend breaks up with him, Phil finds his best friend suddenly a lot closer than he's ever remembered them being before. For some reason, he doesn't mind it much at all. In fact, Phil quite enjoys the late night cuddles and the way Dan clings to him whenever they watch television. He probably enjoys it a little bit too much.
Word Count: 9155
Warnings: sadness, a breakup, coma inducing fluff
A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoyed two fics in two days cuz I know I did! This fic was written because us admins at the decided to do a secret santa. So, surprise to vanillasolitude! I'm your secret santa :D I hope you love this fic as much as I did because I'm quite proud of it. Special thanks to phandommother  for literally giving me the entire plot for this fic and also to theinsanityplays for allowing me to gush about it for hours xD I really hope everybody enjoys it and have a wonderful day c:

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It started off when Dan was sad.

Phil was lying in bed watching a dumb kids cartoon that he'd gotten weirdly into. It was called Gravity Falls and Phil had been watching for three hours straight to the point where he felt as though his eyeballs were going to fall right out of their sockets. The entire room was dim, lit only by his bedside lamp and the light glow from his laptop. His glasses were perched on his nose and the duvet was pulled all the way up to his chin.

It was comfortable like that. Warm, safe, a little haven in which Phil created. He hadn't intended for that quiet sanctuary to burst and was surprised when Dan was quite suddenly knocking on the door. He didn't wait for Phil to give the okay before he was coming in, the door squeaking as he pushed it open.

Phil glanced up from his show, blinking a few times before pausing it. "Are you alright?" Phil asked slowly.

His eyes flickered over Dan's features, the tear tracks on his cheeks. The way his entire face was pale and he had dark bags under his eyes. He knew that Dan wasn't alright and they both knew that he knew.

Either way, Dan shook his head. "Can-," he cut himself off. Swallowed. Shook his head to dispel a few hairs from his eyes. "Can I lay with you for a bit?"

Phil was taken aback. Dan wanted to lay with him? Sure, they'd been in the same bed before, but never before had Dan asked for his permission. And never had he been obviously upset when he did so. It took Phil a moment to answer, but when he did, his voice was soft. "'Course you can. C'mere."

He pushed the laptop from his lap and peeled the duvet away from himself, making room for Dan to crawl under if he so pleased. And crawl under he did.

Dan didn't have to ask twice before he was settling down next to Phil. They were closer than they normally were, if that was even possible. Normally they had their thighs pressed together while they sat or had their arms brushing whenever they moved. Now, Phil could feel Dan's entire left side of his body pressed against his own, from his shoulders all the way to his ankles. It was warm and it was nice so Phil didn't complain.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked quietly instead. He shuffled a bit to make it easier for Dan to get comfortable, left a little bit more pillow available so Dan could settle against it.

Dan shook his head. His fringe was in his eyes again and Phil felt the urge to brush it away. His fingers twitched at his sides and he wondered if that was passing any boundaries. "I-," Dan started. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before his jaw clenched and he shook his head once more.

A bit more hair flopped in his eyes. Phil didn't hold himself back this time, reaching up with gentle fingers to push his fringe back. Dan was just as taken aback by Phil's actions as Phil himself was and his cheeks turned the same colour of pink peonies. Without the hair in his eyes, Phil could clearly see how the brown irises were glassy, darker than normal. They were almost black and Phil's chest ached a bit at the sight.