(Genre: fluff and some angst
Phil's mad, which isn't normal. But, Dan follows him around, comforting him along the way. He isn't him when he's mad.)
Phil hasn't gotten out of his room, which isn't normal. Dan is in the kitchen, making pancakes for him and Phil. Dan has tried knocking on Phil's door, asking what happened, but he doesn't get a response. It's concerning, is he mad? Phil has told Dan when he's mad, he doesn't do anything. But why is he mad?
Dan puts the pancakes on a plate, putting syrup and butter on them. He walks over to Phil's door and knocks on it.
"Phil? Are you still alive in there? I made pancakes," Dan says, smirking, as he knows Phil loves pancakes. He hears shuffling behind the door, and Phil swings the door open, completely ignoring Dan and walking past him. That broke Dan's heart, but he remembers Phil's words. It's not his fault. He follows Phil back into the kitchen, where he's sitting there, eating some of the pancakes. Dan sits next to him, putting his hand on one of Phil's hands that are on the table. Dan looks over to see Phil blushing, but not moving his hand and avoiding his gaze. He's trying to be nice to Dan, while also trying to look tough. It's so cute. Phil moves his hand out of Dan's grasp, and walks over to the couch. Dan follows, forgetting about the pancakes entirely, he just wants to help Phil. Dan sits farther than he usually would from Phil, thinking he would want some space. Phil looks at Dan, and moves a slight bit closer to him.
"You're too far away..." Phil says softly. Dan awws at him, and Phil hides his eyes with his fringe. Dan moves closer to him, close enough that their shoulders touch. Phil looks down at his lap as he reaches over to Dan's hand, grabbing it and intertwining their fingers.
"You need to stop being so cute," Phil says, making them both blush together. Dan kisses his cheek and nuzzle his head into his shoulder.
"Ugh, I can't stay mad when I'm with you. Your happiness is contagious," he says. Dan smiles, lightly kissing his neck, making Phil shiver.
"I know, you tell me everyday," Dan says. And to think, it was just the pancakes that saved the day.
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Fanfictionjust imagine cotton candy, clouds, and cuddles all together. what do you call that? fluff. phan fluff. /I DO ACCEPT REQUESTS NOW!/