Phan oneshots

Opposites attract

Requested by S_poptart

Warnings: Probably the fluffiest oneshot I've written so far, prepare yourself.
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Let's talk about some things that are opposites in this world. Night and day, black and white, happy and sad, summer and winter, hot and cold.

Punks and pastels.

Makes sense, doesn't it? The bright happy colors highly contrast with the dark depressing colors. And yet, I find me and my boyfriend get along quite well.

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Dan's POV

I hum as I wash the dishes, singing some song that had been stuck in my mind for a few days. I carefully put away some mugs, looking at our unnecessarily large collection. I smile at the obvious difference between mine and Phil's mugs. Mine are all soft pastel colors, with cute little faces and things on them. His were all darker colors, with melancholy themes in them.

Our whole apartment had two themes, actually. A theme that combined both of us in the perfect way. I take a slow stroll around the apartment, looking at our decor. Cute little plushies with dark flower crowns, scull and cross bones with a flower growing out of it. Everything in here had a piece of me and a piece of Phil in it, conjoined in just the right way to create harmony. Not to mention the Halloween decorations we had strung and set all over the apartment.

I walk down the hallway towards my room, which absolutely screamed pastel. The walls were a baby blue with a full rainbow of soft posters and decorations on it. Fairy lights were strung from bookcases. With all the happy colors in it, it was hard to miss the dark blotch of black in it. Laying on my pink comforter was Phil, curled up and sleeping. I let out a soft aww and felt my heart melt.

Phil often came in here when he felt like having a break from his world. His world which consisted of dark colors and often depressing thoughts. "Your room is an escape," he had told me once, eyes alight with fairy lights. "It's like I can pretend I'm normal and not hated by the world." His words broke my heart and I had immediately hugged him and told him I loved him for his true self.

And sometimes I went in his room whenever I felt down. I went in there to cry, not wanting to damper the lighthearted feeling of my room. I cried because so many people look at my appearance and think, "There goes the happiest man in the world." But I wasn't always happy. And sometimes the pressure of being always happy would get to me. And he would find me there, hair messy and flower crown askew with an uncharacteristic sad expression. And he would comfort me like no one else could, whispering soft words of comfort.

Thinking back on it now, a smile breaks on my lips. I walk over to the side of the bed and can't help but chuckle at the sight of him. His lip piercing and eyeshadow couldn't go against his peaceful sleeping face any more. I walked around so his back was to me and laid next to him. I wrap my arms around him in a gentle embrace from behind, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against mine. I loved the feeling of him being here, because here in my arms he was safe. Nothing could hurt him. I would never let anything hurt him.

He stirred slightly but remained sleeping, letting out a sigh. I buried my head into his back, taking in his familiar scent. It was like the smell of your home where you grew up. It was familiar, the place you belonged. And this was where I belonged. Here with Phil.

I must've fallen asleep for when I opened my eyes, the light from the window was more dim than when I had first laid down. I stretched over the bed, clutching some of it in my hands. It's so soft.. so warm.. But then I noticed Phil wasn't by me anymore, and the softness of the bed didn't seem as appealing anymore. I swung my legs around to the side of the bed and wobbled for a second. Regaining my balance after a long sleep always took a moment.

I walked out of my room, going across the hall to Phil's room. Peeking in, I didn't see any Phil. But it was kinda hard to make sure without going in since he would blend in with the darkness of the room. His walls were, obviously, black, and as it was Halloween, lots of spooky decorations were all over the room. I didn't decorate my room, but I helped decorate the rest of the house.

I picked up a little pumpkin he had put on his desk and turned it over in my hand. It was actually kind of cute, how small it was. Maybe I could just take it and put it in my room. I could at least  put out a little pumpkin in my room for Halloween. Surely he wouldn't miss a tiny little-

"What are you doing?"

I squeaked and dropped the pumpkin back into the desk. Whirling around I met the amused face of Phil, towering tall above me. "I see you finally got up. And rather than say hello to your boyfriend you go and snoop around in his room."

I blushed at his words, realizing they seemed true. But Phil meant it in good humor. I met his gaze which was staring down fondly at me. His quif was slightly spiked up, black like the rest of his attire. He had black earrings in his ears that I liked because they really caught your attention. But despite his intimidating appearance (to other people) his eyes were so vibrant, such a beautiful blue. And as they stated down at mine with what was pure love, I was put almost in a trance by his beautiful appearance.

"I-I was just.." I start in a airy voice, getting lost in his eyes. "Looking for you."

Phil smirks playfully and takes the flower crown off my head. He turns it around in his hands then gently puts it back on top of my head. "There, now you don't look like you got spit out of a tornado."

I smiled and reached up and spun his nose piercing around. "It was orientated the wrong way," I say playfully.

Phil grabs both my ears with his hands and turns my head left and right. "It was orientated the wrong way," he says, a sly smirk on his lips.

I smile at his goofiness. Standing on my top toes I peck his lips, my face dusted with pink.

"Um excuse me," he says in a sassy tone, "you were asleep for over an hour, a small kiss isn't going to cut it." He lifts me up and sets me on the desk behind me, making me blush madly and giggle. He kisses my lips eagerly, but with all the care in the world, as if afraid he would hurt me if he was too rough. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. It was interesting kissing someone who had a lip piercing. The first time it had somehow gotten caught on my lips, so that wasn't exactly a good memory of our first kiss. But now we were practiced and our lips moved together perfectly.

After a while of bliss, Phil once again picked me up and spun me around, not breaking the kiss. He put me down and only then broke away, leaving us both breathless and enchanted.

"I love you," I say, hugging him tightly to me. He puts his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. "I love you too, shortie."

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Not a Halloween themed oneshot, but I really liked this one ^_^