Phan One Shots

~ Dil Howlter

Dil Howlter

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Summary: Phil is pushed into parenthood by a woman who claims he's the father and Dan and Phil have to look after 12 year old Dil. Two years later Dil wants to get his dad and Dan together because it's completely obvious they like each other. 

Dillan Lester sat on the living room couch staring at Dan who was concentrating on his phone. He was best friends with his father - Phil Lester. Even when Dillan had arrived in their apartment only two years ago he knew they had had a thing from the start. Even though it was obvious they liked each other neither of them made a move and it was honestly frustrating to watch - especially to 'Dil' (his nick name) who thought they should just make out already. 

Dan looked up from his phone and jumped when he saw Dil staring at him. "What's up Dil?" He grinned. Dillan snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, shaking his head.

"Nothing, just spacing out." He brushed off. 

"Alright, Phil should be home soon. When did you say Rebecca and Jessica were coming over?" Dan asked.

"Oh, around twenty minutes, they had to run home and change before coming over." Dil explained.

Dan smiled. "Dil ... I just wanted to say I'm really happy you've finally made friends with such lovely girls. I know I'm not your father but I'm just really proud and I consider you my son. I've loved you living with Phil and I." 

Dillan's eyes widened in surprise but he grinned and jumped to his feet and hugging Dan. "Well you're definitely one of my father figures ... and thanks." He smiled as he pulled away.

"Anytime. Now go tidy your room before the girls arrive. I don't think they'd appreciate the blitz of dirty boxers and smelly socks." Dan teased, sticking his tongue out.

"Shut up!" Dillan chuckled and rushed off to clean up. He was really lucky to be with Dan and Phil and to be rid of his careless mother who didn't give a shit about him. He almost cheered for joy when he heard he was leaving her.

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Dan and Phil were on the couch watching Adventure Time when there was a knock on the door. 

"Ugh Dan, you go get it." Phil moaned, snuggling deeper into his blanket cocoon. 

"Phil! You get it, you're closer to the door." Dan chuckled.

"Can't be bothered." Phil whined, hiding beneath the blankets. Dan rolled his eyes and got up from his comfortable position on the couch and sighed.

"Fine, but next time you have to answer." Dan scolded.

"Thank you Danny." Phil smiled cutely. Dan's heart beat sped up - just like every other time Phil did something cute. He had had a crush on him for years but he also loved the completely platonic bromance that they had. Their friendship was so unique and Dan was honestly satisfied with just that although every once in a while found himself wishing for more.

Dan reached out and unlocked the door, expecting it to be the postman or the land lord. He however, did not expect to see a young boy and a woman around Dan and Phil's age standing in the door frame. Dan frowned.

"Um ... are you lost?" Dan asked.

"Does a Philip Lester live here?" The woman asked rudely, disregarding Dan's question. 

"Yeah ... why?" Dan asked slowly, not sure where the conversation was going. He looked at the boy again who was scowling at the floor, his brows furrowed and his fists burrowed deep in his skinny jean pockets.