Phan Oneshots

Fatherhood

Just a parent!phan pic above that i found and saved immediately nbd

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As I slowly return to reality after my Sunday afternoon nap I hear slightly annoying pop music blasting throughout the house downstairs. The pulse of the beat vibrates the room and creates a dull hum in every room upstairs. If I didn't know better I would think I travelled back in time and was in a frat house on opening weekend. But this wasn't true as I slipped down the stairs, careful to not disturb whatever was going on in the living room. I peeked around the corner to see my 33 year old husband, Phil, dancing with our son in their pajamas. I can't hold back my giggles as they jump around 'dancing' (flailing) to the old school One Direction song. Phil and Dil heard my giggles and they turned to me with large, gleeful grins on their faces.

"Dad! You're awake! Come dance with me and Daddy!" Dil shrieked as Phil scooped him up and swung him around as the final notes of the song flowed through the speakers around us.

"Yeah Dan come dance with Daddy." Phil said, a suggestive glint in his eyes. I rolled my eyes in response and started jumping around with Dil who was still in Phil's arms. Dil started to turn around and tell Phil something but he blurted it out instead.

"Daddy! Daddy!!! Put me down I wanna dance with Dad!" Dil whined but Phil refused and started to tickled him, not stopping until Dil was laughing loudly because of the unwanted fingers brushing at his sides. "Dad help me!"

I started moving towards Dil so I could stop Phil from torturing our baby with his relentless tickles.

"I'll save you Dilly!" I yelled and my boys laughed as I charged towards them.

"You'll never get him from me, meanie." Oh it is on Philly.

"You wanna bet, nerd." I chased them faster almost catching the back of Phil's shirt until he turned a corner and slammed Dil's bedroom door in my face. The two laughing voices drifted into my ears as I pouted.

"Hey no fair Phil! Let me in, c'mon!"

"What's the password?" Dil piped up still giggling.

"Is it ice cream?"

"Nooo!"

"Candy?" I tried again, getting frustrated. I heard whispering on the opposite side of the wood.

"Nope!"

"C'mon Dilly! At least give me a hint!" I started begging knowing Phil really couldn't resist when I begged. "Daddy will you give me a hint? Pretty please." Even though he couldn't see I even batted my eyelashes a bit.

I heard Phil cough and clothes rustling, I assumed Phil was moving Dil around in his arms so there wouldn't be any accidental brushes against something. I fist pumped in victory as the lock of the door clicked and I saw two lovely faces, Dil's precious one smiling bright whereas Phil's beautiful one was sending me a small death glare.

Phil walked past me quickly speaking up, "Dil how about we keep our dance party going, that was fun right?" I laughed as Dil clapped enthusiastically. We all wandered back into the living room as a slower song was beginning. Dil ran and jumped on the couch and smiled over to us a suspicious glint in his eyes.

"Daddy you and Dad should dance to the song and I get to give you a score, like in our favorite show on the telly!" Dil wiggled his eyebrows adorably, suggesting we follow his orders. 

Phil turned to me smiling and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside when I looked at my lovely husband's irresistible grin. I felt my dimples pop as I smiled back, sheepishly taking Phil's hands in mine. This moment reminded me so much of a dance we shared a while back when we were doing YouTube, but this time we were in our pajamas and our son watched us from his seat on the couch. I broke away from Phil's heartfelt gaze to see Dil leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his palms, he looked absolutely adorable.

"Dad you should be paying attention to Daddy, not me." I sighed, feeling content as I turned back to Phil, his clear blue eyes shone with love and I could only imagine my brown ones mirrored his almost exactly.

The song ended in a beautiful flourish of notes and I spun Phil one final time before we bowed, waiting for the judge to give us our score. I peeked my eyes open to see Dil not one inch away from my face. His grey eyes looked into mine and he leaned forward to kiss me on the nose.

"What was that for Dilly?"

"I wanted you to know I love you more than Daddy does!" He smiled devilishly, trying to avoid Phil's gaze.

"You take that back mister! I'm Dad trash #1!" Phil said teasingly and I burst out laughing.

"Noo! I'm Dad trash #1!" Dil retorted and I flopped back onto the couch before war broke out, pulling my boys tightly against my chest.

"No fighting, we're cuddling right now." I said ending the conversation. I felt Phil smile against my neck as he reached
across my tummy to grab Dil's hand. God am I thankful for Phil Lester and our life together.

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Yooo! idc that this is kinda short and crappy towards the end I'm just writing what comes to mind. um phil lester is daddy af so yeah enjoy little bits of that suggestive-ness. i may write smut in 2947866659337 years but no promises okay
i looked over this again to look for errors and i'm actually content with how it turned out yay!! (:

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