Phan Oneshots :3

Human

Plot: Dan comforts Phil after his boyfriend cheats on him, which leads to confessions being made and new love in the air.

(A/N: HI GUYS I AM FINALLY BACK! I've been busy and stuck with writer's block for more than a month, which sucks ass. BUT I'M FINALLY HERE GUYS!! Sorry if this is too short I just felt like writing something fluffy and angsty at the same time. So here you go! Thanks so much! Also, sorry if I keep writing Phanfics with overused prompts! Will write with your guys' prompts later!) 

         It was the 3rd anniversary Phil tapped his foot, an apprehensive feeling in his body. His boyfriend Eric hasn't answered the apartment door yet, and it's been a good but bad half an hour already. It dawned onto the black haired man that he had an apartment key for his apartment, so he used it and found no one in the lounge or in the kitchen.  He looked upstairs, only to be greeted with Eric and a woman he never knew about in bed together.

          "P-Phil...Phil, baby, it's not what you think it is!" Eric said abruptly, quickly putting on his clothes and trying to back-hug Phil while the blonde haired woman watched, not knowing what to do.

          "Y-you're a fag, Eric? Get this faggot out of the room, he's making me feel fucking sick." The woman said in disgust, lighting a cigarette. Phil felt worse and worse by the second, so he followed the woman's advice and ran down the stairs, bawling his eyes out until all his tears were wasted.

          Dan, Phil's roommate and best friend, watched the latter in deep concern as he slouched down on the couch, not saying a word. He adored Phil dearly, he was in love with the other. He felt ashamed when he isolated himself from Phil after all the crazy shipper comments under all his videos.

I really shouldn't have paid attention to them. I love Phil so much, people could see it in my eyes. I can't hide it anymore.

"Phil, are you okay?" Dan asked, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing the spot. Phil didn't say anything, but his eyes gleamed of melancholy, which gave out the obvious answer that no, no he wasn't okay. Not even a single smidge of okay. Dan brought Phil's head to his chest, his own head on top, rubbing circles on his back gently as he felt tears soak up his shirt.

          "It's gonna be okay, babe. Everything is okay now, I'm here." Dan cooed, not realising that he called Phil babe. Phil realised the pet name he was called by his best friend, but didn't question it because he needed it. He needed the comfort right now, no matter who it was. It clicked to Phil that yes, yes he was in love with the brown haired man that was his best friend for 8 years. He loved him, not the monster that he caught cheating.

         They stayed in that position for a long time, the mellifluous sound of Dan's sweet nothings filling the room. It was like that until Phil broke the silence.

"Dan?" Dan looked down questioningly, wanting to show to his boyfri- he means best friend that he cares deeply and desperately wants to heal all the wounds bound on his heart.

"Yes, baby?" Dan didn't give a fuck about the sappy names anymore. He loved Phil, he doesn't want to hide it in front of him anymore since he needs it.

"Thank you for helping me cope. I...I love you."

Dan's heart began to do somersaults.

Phil's beautiful face looking up at him hopefully, a bright baby blue in his once dull and desperate eyes, and the small smile he gave tempted Dan to kiss him softly, sealing their relationship.

Dan didn't need to say anything; the kiss said everything he wanted and needed to say to Phil.

And that very night, he spent it with his boyfriend; and fortunately, that boyfriend was faithful and will love him for the rest of his life.

(A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Sorry for the amount of inactiveness (?)  here because of writer's block! I'm more active on Instagram, so if you want to keep up with me, follow @joshdunisnotonfire! I love you guys to bits. Bye!)