**Hello internet! I am here with request number 3. It's a Phan one, and it's gonna be fluffy (because that's pretty much all that I write). I hope you guys enjoy (: **

**Thank you to Vicky30312 on WattPad for this request.**

Imagine: Phil having to use the bathroom, his bladder almost completely full. He's too lazy to get up, but eventually he has no other choice. When he does decide to get up, Dan comes into his room. Why? To tell him a stupid pun he had heard. After that, Phil no longer needed the bathroom...

Phil shifted a bit from his spot on the bed, his eyes on his computer screen as he scrolled through Youtube. His bladder wasn't too bad yet, though he knew he was pushing it. He didn't want to leave the warmth of his bed. He figured he could probably last another half hour or an hour at the most. He'd probably be bursting by then.

Forty five minutes passed, and Phil could practically feel his bladder pulsing. He moved one hand off of his laptop to shove a hand to grip his crotch. Why had he decided to try and hold it for so long. "A-ahh..." He breathed out, feeling his bladder release a little bit into his boxers. He crossed his legs, his hand still shoved between his legs, as he used his free hand to move the laptop off his lap.

He took in a small breath to gear himself up, before he finally sat up. He could feel a little bit more release into his bladder, causing him to double over. "Oh no." He muttered out. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to leave a wet spot on his sleep pants. Not yet anyways. He knew there was an obvious wet spot on his boxers by now, but it wasn't like Dan could see them through his sleep pants.

Finally, after a few seconds of trying to calm his bladder, he was able to stand. When he did, however, the intense pressure he felt in his bladder was even worse now. He let out a small squeak, doing a slight potty dance in a cute sort of way. He rocked back and forth on his heels for a bit, his hand gripping his crotch still.

Once he was sure he was okay, he began to move again. He took small, slow steps as he headed towards his door with his hand squeezing at his crotch. He bit down on his bottom lip, as he felt a little more release into his boxers. He let out a small noise, which sounded a lot like a moan, of relief.

Just as he was sure he was in the clear, Dan seemed to nearly appear out of nowhere. It caused his face to heat up, as he wondered if the other had heard his moan. "Dan, can this wait? I-I have to-" He began, only to have Dan cut him off.

"No. I just wanna tell you something real quick. I promise." Dan reassured him, letting out a small chuckle. "It's a stupid pun that I heard but I think you'll appreciate it." He added on.

"I...I just have t-to go to the l-loo..." Phil tried to explain, squeezing his legs together. He did a somewhat sort of potty dance again, which only seemed to make him look that much cuter. Of course Dan would need to tell him right now. Just as he was about to pretty much explode.

"C'mon Phil!" Dan huffed out a bit. "Well, I'm gonna tell it to you anyways." He replied, completely brushing off Phil's dancing. Not that he would admit it out loud, but Phil looked rather...vulnerable and innocent to Dan at the moment. Kind of like a child. "Why did the can crusher quit his job?" He asked, not expecting an actual response.

"Please, d-don't Dan. I swear I'm g-gonna wet mys-" Phil began, trying to make his way past Dan. Wherever he went though, the younger male seemed to be blocking his path.

"It was soda pressing!" Dan exclaimed. He knew it was a Phil sort of pun, and he knew that the other male would probably get a kick out of it. He hadn't been expecting the reaction Phil gave him though.

A laugh seemed to almost spill out of Phil, though that wasn't the only thing that spilled out of him. His eyes widened as he felt his bladder give out even more, a wet warmth covering the hand that was squeezing his crotch. "No, no, no, no, no..." His streams of nos continued on just as the stream in his pants did. He could feel the urine quickly filling his hand, and soon it was too much.

The wet feeling spread down his inner thighs, as tears came to his eyes. He wasn't sure if they were tears of relief or embarrassment, as he continued to wet himself in front of his best friend. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get himself to stop.

Dan hadn't realized just how badly Phil had to go. He had thought, for sure, that Phil had been exaggerating. His mouth dropped open, as he tried to form words. Nothing seemed to want to come out though. "Phil..." Was all he managed to say after a few seconds of silence. Well, beside the hissing sound that was coming from Phil, as well as the sound of the pee hitting the floor. Thankfully, At least the floor wasn't carpeted.

Phil shook his head a bit, hoping that Dan wouldn't tease him too badly. His face was already about as bright as it could get, and his stream was just now starting to die off. His other hand covered his face as he swallowed thickly.

The older male looked down at the mess that he had made, standing in his own puddle of shame by now. His sleep pants were pretty much drenched by now too, his front area getting the most of it. He chewed on his bottom lip a bit as he shyly looked up at Dan. "I told you I was gonna wet myself." He mumbled out, despite his embarrassment.

"Maybe I need to get you some pull-ups, Phil." Dan teased.

And Phil could feel the blush on his cheeks get even worse.

Phil could feel the tears in his eyes start to burn. He knew Dan was just kidding so...why was he getting so emotional? It had been his own fault, anyways. At least he was wearing his yellow emoji pants. He used his clean hand to wipe at his face, hoping to stop the tears from falling.

Dan's smile fell when he saw how genuinely upset Phil looked. "Hey. You know I was only kidding, right? I'd never do that to you. I know it was an accident." He replied in a soft voice, moving to rub his back in a hopefully comforting way. "Accidents happen, Lion. I'm not mad at you, and you shouldn't be crying." He continued on.

Phil kept his face hidden behind his hand, shaking his head a bit. "I...I just wet myself in front of you and you're just so...calm about it." He mumbled out in a small tone. He felt tears slide down his cheeks, despite trying his best to keep them at bay.

Dan carefully moved Phil's hand away from his face to wipe at his cheeks for him. "Because I know you. And I know that you're probably stressing out over all of this when you don't have to be." He explained. "Besides, do you not remember when I sprayed my deodorant in my eye? That was pretty embarrassing for me."

"Yeah, but you could have gone blind from that. This is just me...being stupid. I should have gone to the bathroom sooner and I could have avoided this." Phil replied, looking up at him a bit hesitantly. The blush was still on his cheeks, as his legs grew cold.

Dan shook his head. "Let's just forget about this, okay? You go have a shower and I'll clean this up, okay? No buts." He said, keeping his voice stern and yet comforting. "It's honestly not that big of a deal. Plus, we can take it easy afterwards and maybe even watch some Yuri on Ice afterwards?" He offered.

Phil managed a small chuckle, and he gave a nod of his head. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He replied in a small voice still. He looked down at his pants, not wanting to make an even bigger mess by walking around.

"Don't worry about that. You just go to the bathroom and get in the shower. I'll bring you fresh clothes and a towel." Dan replied, having seen the look that Phil directed towards the floor. "Go have your shower." He repeated, pointing towards the bathroom now.

Phil was about to argue, but he figured there was no point in trying. He did as he was told and headed to the bathroom. He had a quick shower, just to really clean himself off, and when he got out there was fresh clothing waiting for him as well as a towel.

He couldn't help but to think of how lucky he was to have Dan as a friend. He dried himself off and pulled on the fresh clothing. He grinned when he saw that the sweater was actually one of Dan's. Usually Dan hated when he wore his clothing. He tugged on his boxers and sleep pants, and then the baggy sweater.

Once he was finished up, he went back into his room to check the damage. As Dan had promised, it was all cleaned up and there was pretty much no evidence of his mess. Besides his wet clothes that were wrapped up in his towel. He tossed them in his laundry basket, making a mental note to do a load later before he left his room again.

He made his way downstairs and saw Dan already settled on the couch. "Hey. Thanks again for...everything." He commented as he headed over to sit down next to the other male.

Dan waved him off, draping a blanket over both of their laps. "Don't mention it, Phil." He replied. "Now, no more talking. Where were we?" He asked, focusing on the TV. Crunchyroll had already loaded up and he was scrolling through the episodes to try and find where they had left off.

Phil glanced over at the other, his eyes connecting with Dan's own. His blush was back again, though it was for a different reason this time. He gave Dan a warm smile, before he looked back to the screen.

Dan wrapped an arm around Phil's shoulders when the other looked away, giving them a small squeeze. He even went as far as to press a light kiss to the other's temple, before he finally pressed play on the episode.

**And that is the end of another one of my one-shots. I hope you all enjoyed (: **

**Also, just a heads up. The next one-shot I'm working on is actually going to feature myself, with Mark. I've been wanting to do one for a while and I was inspired when I saw the picture of them on the tour bus. I hope you guys still like it though.**

**But, for now, buh-bye!**