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Phil Lester | Still mad?

"Almost..." You mumbled, furiously tapping buttons on a Wii remote as you twisted it back and forth violently, controlling the miniature Mario driving a red car on the television screen. Your tongue was stuck out in concentration. Phil narrowed his eyes and clicked his remote, sending a banana peel flying  directly in front of your vehicle, which you swiftly dogged. By now the brightly colored finish line could be seen, not to far off in the distance. Phil tensed, gripping  his controller with enough force to snap it. He held his breath as he watched you take the final turn to your victory. Half of the screen was lit with blue letters, all in bold, reading:
Second place
Whilst you side of the screen was adorned with virtual confetti and multi colored balloons, and had the words:
First place!
Painted on it.
He huffed and leaned back on the couch. You were still enjoying your triumph, by jumping up and down, swaying your hips.
Phil crossed his arms and looked up at you, his bottom lip jutting out.
"Phil did you see that I totally-" as soon as you turned around, you saw his pouting face. Phil could be a sore loser sometimes. You rolled your eyes and plopped back down on the couch next to him.
"Phil~" you sung, poking his cheek. No reaction came from the Youtuber.
"Philly?"
Again, he refused to acknowledge you.
"Phil Lester."
Nothing, he didn't even blink.
"Amazing Phil?"
He shifted his eyes, but only to give you a light glare. This gesture alone was enough to put a goofy smile on your face.
"Don't be mad my little Lion." You squished his face in between your hands, Phil was holding back a smile.
"I still love you, even if you are inferior at Mario cart than me."
Phil huffed, still glaring.
You let go of his face and instead started peppering him with kissed.
On his cheeks, nose, forehead, everywhere but his lips.
The ebony haired boy had to stifle a giggle as this took place. He lightly pushed you away, hiding his smile behind a mug of tea.
You plucked the cup out of his hand and placed it on the coffee table.
"C'mere Philly." You said taking both of his hands and pulling him off the couch. He warily stood up and followed, still pouting like a child.
His dark hair stuck up in all directions, light circles were under his eyes but they weren't noticeable. You knew this apartment liked he back of your hand so you led him to his bedroom with ease. He raised an eyes brow at you as he entered the room, hands still held by yours.
The green and blue bed sheets were neatly made, no clothes were on the floor and the room was spotless, which was a rare occasion.
You gently pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of the boy.
He stared up at you curiously, you wore an old T-shirt that belonged to him and sweat pants, hair refusing to stay in place, but to him you never looked more beautiful.
Before any words could leave Phil's mouth, you had pressed yours lips to his. It took him a moment to respond but he did. As he kisses back, he sat up slightly, that's when you pulled away.
"Still mad?"
You asked smugly, hopping off the bed.
"A little." Phil responded.
"But maybe with a bit of cuddling, I will be persuaded to forgive you."
You pursed your lips for a moment before nodding your head.
"Deal."

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Word count: 602
Requested by: DivyaIsWatchingYou
First request done  ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡°)
Starting another tomorrow, I really enjoy doing Dan or Phil ones
Till' the next time!
~Fandom-Before-Blood