Phan oneshots

A day with Dan and Phil (pt 1)

Hahaha my titles suck

Warnings: None, fluffy and pure
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Phil groaned and slammed the fridge shut. "Dan! We have nothing to eat!"

There was a loud crash from the living room, followed by a curse. After a moment of silence, a disordered looking Dan stumbled into the kitchen.

Phil raised his eyebrows, about to question Dan about the crash and his hurricane-survivor appearance, but pushed it away. He probably didn't really want to know anyway. Besides, food was the pressing matter right now.

"What did you just say? I really hope I heard you wrong, or else I'm gonna have to kick some butt to fight for my food."

Phil giggles, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. "Yes, you heard me. We need to go shopping."

Dan leaned against the kitchen doorframe, staring at Phil, as if he had grown a third eyeball. "Are you suggesting, Phil Lester, that we, the literal definitions of introverts, go outside?"

Phil blinked twice, before smiling and nodding his head. "Yep!"

Dan sighed and shook his head. "Something horrible is going to go wrong, I'm just gonna say that ahead of time. Anything that happens is your fault." He points at Phil.

Phil laughed his adorable laugh again and brushed by Dan to go get ready. Dan grabbed Phil's hand, pulled him back and left a quick peck on his lips. A light dusting of pink was on Phil's cheeks as he stared lovingly at Dan. Dan returned the gaze. "Whatever goes wrong out there, I want you to know I wouldn't want to spend it with any other person."

Phil rolls his eyes. "You're so dramatic, Dan.

"Dramatic or hopelessly romantic?"

"Psshh, don't fool yourself. I'm obviously the romantic leader of this relationship."

"Phil, if you lead anything it would all explode into flames."

"Hey, I successfully asked you out, didn't I?"

"Yeah, after I had bugged you about it for weeks since you had to be the one between us to ask the first date."

Phil lightly punched Dan's arm. "Whatever, Howell. Let's just get ourselves some food because my stomach is abut as patient as you are."

Dan tried to hide his smile and feign offense as he put a hand over his heart and stepped away from Phil. "I wasn't aware it was national roast your boyfriend day," he replied with sass in his tone.

"It wasn't until I officially made it so a second ago."

"According to what organization?"

"The.. the Lester.. The Lester-Howell Home organization!"

A red blush captured Dan's cheeks at the mention of their last names combined. He crossed his arms. "I'm apart of this organization too, what if I don't agree?"

"Then.. then this means war!"

Dan smiled evilly. "Bring it on, Lester."

Dan suddenly charges at Phil and wraps his arms around him. He picks him up and swings him over his shoulder. Phil was squealing and squirming. "Put me down! This is kidnap! Do you know who you're- eeeek!- dealing with?! I'll have you put behind bars for this!"

Dan didn't reply and simply carried Phil to their bedroom. He dropped Phil onto the bed, and Phil leaned back on his hands and glared at Dan with mock hatred. "You'll never get away with this."

Dan cackled and stared down at Phil. "No one can save you now. Unless you change the contract for National Roast Your Boyfriend Day, you won't make it out of here alive."

Phil smirked. "Not even with a little.. bribery?" He sat up slightly and walked his fingers slowly up Dan's chest.

Dan blushed but turned his head away from Phil, closing his eyes and crossing his arms stubbornly. "Nope."

Phil stood up and stepped right up against Dan. His hand walked up to his shoulder and around his neck. A light shiver went down Dan's neck. "Are you sure about that?"

Dan pretended to be interested and opened one eye to look at Phil.

Phil grabbed Dan's chin and made his blushing face turn towards him while also wrapping his free arm around Dan's waist. Phil leaned in close until his lips were mere centimeters away from Dan's lips. Dan's eyes were slightly glazed looking. Phil murmured softly, "I think I've won this war, Howell."

As quickly as he had scooped Phil up and carried him away, Dan's fingers suddenly attacked Phil's sides. Phil, surprised, screamed and jumped back. He tripped over the bed, fell backwards and somehow did a sideways roll onto the ground. A loud oof! followed the thud.

Dan burst out laughing and collapsed onto the bed in a fit of uncontrollable, heaving laughter.

"Ow.." Phil playfully whined from the floor. Dan inched forward on the bed so his head was sticking over the edge and he could see Phil. His eyes were teary from laughing and giggles were still escaping against his will. "You- you alright there, Phil?"

Phil stuck out his lips and shook his head. "No.. my elbow hurts."

Dan internally awed. Making a big deal out of something so small just made him even more adorable. "Aww, do I need to patch you up? Like, with some... tickles?!" Dan also rolled off the bed onto the floor, landing him right next to Phil. Dan started mercilessly tickling Phil everywhere he knew were his most sensitive spots.

Phil was screaming and trying to roll out of reach of Dan's fingers, but had no where to go as the bed was to one side and Dan and the wall were to the other. "Dan-Dan no! Dan s-stop!" Dan kept intensely tickling and smiled at Phil's laughing face. Phil's core hurt from laughing so much and he was unable to draw in a full breath. "Nononono! Stop it!" Secretly he enjoyed the attention of being tickled, but he wasn't about to let Dan know that. He would never hear the end of it!

Finally, a smiling Dan relented and let Phil catch his breath. Phil was wheezing and giggling, his face red from laughing and breathing so hard. They lay there for a moment, giggling and out of breath. Phil turned towards Dan and stopped his random giggles enough to look at Dan and smile. "I love you, even though you kidnapped and tickled me in my own house."

Dan giggled and bopped Phil on the nose. "I think you secretly like it," he said with a knowing smirk.

Phil's mouth dropped open but he quickly closed it. "I do not!"

"No? Then why didn't you run away when I was tickling you? I wasn't holding you down. I think, Philip Michael Lester, that you actually like the tickling. In fact, I bet you just can't wait for the next time I-"

Phil rolled his eyes and cut Dan off with a passionate kiss. Dan stopped talking immediately and kissed Phil back. To anyone else there, it might've looked weird for two men to be lying squished between the wall and a bed, both with red faces and teary eyes, but to those two men, it was perfect.

Perfectly normal in the Howell-Lester household.