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Warm and Cozy with a Cold

The typical ‘Dan is sick and Phil takes care of his boyfriend’ fic. Takes place right after they filmed Dan Lost His Voice So We’re Playing Charades.

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“Bye!” Dan said a final, raspy goodbye to the camera before Phil stood up and turned it off.

Phil turned around and looked pointedly at his boyfriend.

“What?” Dan questioned in a barely audible voice.

“You really shouldn’t have screamed like that when you already have no voice.” Phil said. The sound of Dan’s scratchy yelling rang through his head. He hated whenever his boyfriend got sick; it usually always resulted in Dan losing his voice, leaving him with one way conversations. Although, he had to admit, Dan’s sick voice was pretty sexy. He did admit it, in fact, in the video they’d just filmed.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have had to scream if you were actually good at charades.” Dan teased.

“Well, maybe if you knew who Agadoo was then I would have been better.” Phil told him. “I think you broke the sound barrier with that last screech!”

Dan’s eyes flared at the thought of Phil still not knowing what the sound barrier was and Phil couldn’t help but giggle.

“Relax, I’m just winding you up.” Phil said as he laughed, but Dan wasn’t amused. In fact, Dan was looking even more poorly than before and Phil’s face softened. “Hey, maybe you actually should go to sleep like you said.”

“No, it’s early and I’m hungry.” Dan said, his usual whiny voice just sounding hoarse. “You promised me pizza if we won the game, Lester.” he said as he poked his boyfriend’s chest.

“All right, pizza it is.” Phil told him before the two left the gaming room and headed up to the lounge.

“I’m going to go get pyjamas on.” Dan said, starting to feel too hot and uncomfortable in the jumper and jeans he was wearing. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to just get in bed?” Phil asked.

“No, I want pizza and anime and you.” Dan rattled off before heading to their bedroom to get changed.

Phil had decided right then and there that he was going to make sure he took care of his boyfriend tonight.

Dan was now dressed in comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big. He made his way back into the lounge and stopped short when he saw it all.

The couch was covered in pillows and blankets. The lights were off, just a bit of light emitting from the Christmas tree and there was an anime ready to go on the television. On the coffee table was the Ibuprofen he’d requested, along with a steaming mug of tea and plenty of water. Phil was sat in his usual spot, his laptop open and ready to order their pizza while Dan’s favorite, fuzzy, brown blanket sat beside him in Dan’s usual spot on the couch. Dan already felt warm and cozy and he wasn’t even on the couch yet.

“Phil,” Dan let out and Phil looked up at him. “You did all this?”

“Well, yeah.” Phil told him as he stood and walked over to him. “I know you’re sicker than you’re letting on.” he said as he led Dan to the couch and gently sat him down. “I’m taking care of you tonight.” he said with a smile as he wrapped Dan in a blanket.

“Thank you.” Dan said, a shy smile on his face. No matter how long they’d been together, he always went a bit sheepish when Phil pulled romantic crap like this.

“The usual pizza?” Phil asked, ready to hit the order button.

“Please.” Dan said as he snuggled himself into his blanket.

Phil ordered their pizza before turning to look at his boyfriend. “Well someone looks cuddly AF.” 

“No one says AF anym-” Dan was cut off by Phil’s hand pressing against his forehead. “Can I help you?”

“I need to make sure you don’t have a fever.” Phil told him. 

“It’s just a sore throat.” Dan said as he wiggled away from Phil’s hand. “And no voice. And coughing. And I’m tired.”

“I told you to go to sleep.” Phil said.

“But I want. The fucking. Pizza.” Dan reiterated while Phil rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you take some Ibuprofen in the mean time?” Phil suggested before grabbing the pill bottle and some water.

Dan swallowed a pill before downing some water. “Mmm, delicious.” 

“Here, drink some tea. It’ll soothe your throat.” Phil said as he handing his boyfriend the mug of tea. 

Dan obliged, taking small sips of the tea. Phil was right, it was definitely soothing his sore throat.

“Are you warm?” Phil then asked.

“I’m wrapped in blankets and drinking hot tea, I’m definitely warm.” Dan told him.

“Good.” Phil said. “Are you feeling any better?” 

Dan looked at Phil for a moment before answering. “Definitely.”

It was then the doorbell rang. Phil answered the door and came back into the lounge with pizzas in-hand.

“Pizza delivery for Mr. Howell!” Phil announced in his delivery man voice. 

 A giggle escaped Dan’s lips as Phil approached. “You’re so weird!”

“You love my delivery man voice. You want me to do it more.“ Phil said as he plopped down next to Dan.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Stop referencing your own videos, you spork!” he let out in a raspy yell. Though he couldn’t hide the fond, goofy smile on his face.

Phil got cozy in his own blanket, pizzas sat in both of their laps and they began to eat and watch the anime.

Two episodes later, they lay on the couch with full bellies and sleepy eyes, entangled in blankets and limbs. Dan was curled into Phil’s side and felt his eyes begin to flutter. 

“How do you feel?” Phil asked softly.

“Pizza makes me feel better no matter the situation.” Dan told him before his eyes drifted shut. 

“Good.” Phil said, giving Dan a squeeze. “You ready to head to bed then?”

“I’m too tired to move.” Dan mumbled into Phil’s side.

“Don’t you want to sleep in bed?” Phil asked.

“You made this couch too cozy tonight, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” Dan murmured, locking an arm around Phil’s waist to keep him from going anywhere.

Phil giggled. “Fine by me.” he said as he tugged the blanket up to properly cover the two of them. “Goodnight, Dan.” he said before closing his own eyes while Dan’s shot open.

“What, no goodnight kiss?” Dan asked sadly.

“You’re sick!” Phil told him. “I’m already too close to you.” he teased.

Dan pretended as if he was about to cough at Phil, but quickly turned the other way as he did begin coughing.

“Okay, fine, you win.” Dan muttered.

Phil knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without giving Dan everything he wanted, so he settled on pressing a loving kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, leaving Dan with a smile.

“Goodnight, Dan.” Phil said once again before closing his eyes. 

“Night, Phil.” Dan spoke quietly before drifting off to sleep.

Needless to say, the next day Dan woke up feeling better while Phil woke up with Dan’s sore throat and sexy, hoarse voice. Now it was Dan’s turn to take care of Phil and give him everything he wanted.

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One Call Away

Dan made another phone call after his silent breakdown in the cheese aisle. 

Looking down at the package of cheese in his hand, Dan could feel the tears welling in his eyes and immediately begin to fall. 

It was his first week at university and already he’d been an antisocial hermit, spending the first two days in his room playing video games.

So now when he found himself alone in the shop having no clue what food he should buy or how to cook anything and the realization that he was now all on his own finally hit him, he wasn’t surprised when he inevitably burst into tears in the middle of the cheese aisle. 

He quickly wiped at his face, hoping none of his housemates would see him and think he was even weirder than they probably already thought. He whipped out his phone and dialed the one person he knew could help him at a time like this: his grandma. 

The phone continued to ring and it was by the sixth ring that Dan remembered his gran was at her weekly sudoku club.

Now what was he going to do? He needed to talk. He needed someone to help calm him down and tell him everything would be okay. He didn’t know any of his housemates that well. He didn’t want to call his mum because that would only worry her and his father was probably busy, as usual. Who could he call that would listen and understand and make him feel better?

Phil. Should he call Phil? Was that weird? Was it too needy? It’s not like he hadn’t called Phil to talk when he was upset before. Phil always knew what to say. He knew Phil’s voice - if not his grandma’s - was the only thing that would calm him down right now. 

“Hello?” Phil answered.

“Hi. It’s me.” Dan replied. 

“Hi, bear. How’s fresher’s week going? Hanging in there?” Phil asked.

That just set off more tears and Phil could hear a sniffle from the other end of the phone. 

“Dan? Are you all right?” Phil then asked.

“Not really.” Dan spoke quietly. 

“What’s wrong, bear?” Phil said and Dan could sense his boyfriend’s frown through the phone. 

“Everything. Uni already sucks and I haven’t even been there a week.” Dan told him.

“There?” Phil questioned.

“Yeah, I’m at the shop with my housemates.” Dan said.

“Do you want me to come get you?” Phil asked.

Dan sighed into the phone. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Okay. Tell me what happened.” Phil said.

“We decided to come for groceries and we all split up and I just suddenly realized that I’m all alone. I’m on my own now. I don’t know how to live on my own.” Dan said, his voice trembling a bit.

“You’re not on your own, Dan. You have me.” Phil told him.

“Except you’re on the other side of town.” Dan said.

“Once again, do you want me to come get you? Or I could meet you there and help with your shopping.” Phil offered.

Dan took a deep breath. “No, it’s fine. I need to learn how to adult sooner or later.” 

“Dan, listen to me. It’s okay if you don’t know how to do things. You’re still learning and growing up. You are still a teenager, after all.” Phil told him. “Everything is going to be fine. You’re going to learn new things and make new friends and have the best time at university. Then you’re going to graduate and be the best lawyer slash Youtuber in the entire world.” 

Dan smiled. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”

“I try.” Phil said. “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me, okay? Like you said, I’m just on the other side of town.” 

“Thank you, Phil.” Dan said.

“Anytime.” Phil said. “Now, get back to shopping. And pick me up some Haribo.” 

Dan giggled. “Will do. Bye.”

“Awrf.” Phil said and hung up the phone. 

It wasn’t until a few days later that Dan took Phil up on his offer of ‘anything he needed’ when he arrived at Phil’s doorstep holding a suitcase full of dirty clothes and a packet of Haribo.

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Oh, What A Night

Of all the things he’s done in his 26 years, he never thought he’d be able to say he roller skated around a disco-themed roller rink with AmazingPhil and Anthony from Smosh while dressed like he was from the 70′s and glitter plastered on his cheek.

Or in which Dan is wearing glitter and never wants to take it off.

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Dan stood, staring at his reflection in the mirror. What a night. 

Of all the things he’s done in his 26 years, he never thought he’d be able to say he roller skated around a disco-themed roller rink with AmazingPhil and Anthony from Smosh while dressed like he was from the 70′s and glitter plastered on his cheek. 

But here he was.

It was exhilarating, for so many reasons. Being a selectively-social introvert who never exercised and loved blending in with the woodwork, this night wasn’t originally something he really wanted to do. But Phil and Anthony had talked him into it. They talked him into leaving the hotel room. They talked him into going roller skating. They talked him into dressing up in 70′s-inspired outfits. 

But something they didn’t have to talk him into was the glitter. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes drawn to the sparkling, shimmering specs that were painted on his cheek. He loved it. He felt so care-free. He felt so happy. He felt so himself. 

Phil came out of the bathroom after his shower; a towel wrapped around his body, his hair damp, the glitter that was on his cheek now washed away. He stopped, looking at his boyfriend who was stood in front of the mirror. 

“Dan?” 

Dan didn’t answer, still looking at his glittery cheek. 

Phil took a step closer to him. “You okay?” he asked.

Dan ran his fingers along his cheek, a few specs of glitter coming off onto his hand. “I don’t want to take it off.” 

Phil smiled softly. “It looks good on you.” 

Dan’s blush was hidden beneath the glitter, but Phil knew it was there. “Tonight was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I was surprised you had such a good time considering it was basically all socializing and exercising and dressing up. You’re usually not that fun.” Phil teased, poking his boyfriend’s side. 

Dan turned to finally face Phil. “Maybe that’s because I felt like myself tonight.”

“Are you telling me you’re actually from the 70′s? Are you a time-traveler? Or worse, have you been lying about your age??” Phil asked, causing Dan to giggle. 

“No, I am not Marty McFly, as much as I want to be. And I’m definitely still younger than you.” Dan said, finally poking Phil back, both giggling. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I do.” Phil told him. “You know, if you want to wear glitter more often - whether it’s on your face, or your nails, or your clothes-”

“Not clothes!” Dan interrupted him, remembering all too well the glitter-in-the-washing-machine incident that was just a month ago.

Phil chuckled. “Well, wherever it is you want glitter… you can do it.”

Dan looked at him. “I know.” he said. “I just still get a little insecure about it, I guess.”

“But not tonight?” Phil asked.

“No.” Dan told him. “Even though I was out in public, surrounded by a bunch of other YouTubers, I didn’t care. In fact, it made me want to embrace it even more. I had so much fun with everyone tonight… especially you.” 

“I guess glitter is the secret to your confidence.” Phil told him.

“Maybe.” Dan said with a shy laugh.

“Definitely.” Phil told him before stepping closer and pressing a kiss to Dan’s glittery cheek. 

When Phil pulled back, his lips were inevitably covered in glitter and Dan couldn’t contain his giggling.

“You spork.” Dan said through his giggles as he wiped the glitter off his boyfriend’s lips with his thumb. 

Dan’s eyes were locked on Phil’s lips and it wasn’t long before his own lips were now on Phil’s. They kissed, Dan cupping Phil’s face in his hand.

When they finally pulled apart, Dan’s giggling started back up when he saw the glitter that had rubbed off on his boyfriend’s cheek. 

Phil pouted and wiped it off with his hand before wiping it on Dan’s arm, who just giggled harder. “I just got it all off!” he complained, but couldn’t hide his smile. 

“Sorry.” Dan said, smiling so wide after giggling so hard and Phil loved the happy person Dan was turning into. 

Phil cupped Dan’s cheek, running his thumb along the glitter that just added to his boyfriend’s beauty at the moment. “Why don’t you take one last confident selfie with your glitter?” he said. “Because I am not letting you get in bed with it, it’ll get everywhere!” 

Dan let out a laugh. “Okay, as long as you come up with the self-deprecating caption for Instagram.” he said before grabbing his phone and taking a close-up selfie, showcasing the silver glitter and black sparkles that covered his cheek. 

When Dan was finished, Phil took the phone from his boyfriend and began typing out the caption. He then handed the phone back to Dan.

“definitely my new every day look  ✨ ” it read. Phil made sure it was all lowercase and everything. 

“Well, it’s not nearly self-deprecating enough.” Dan said. “And do I have to use the stars emoji??” he asked.

“Yes!” Phil told him. “I think it’s a very confident caption. And emoji.” 

Dan smiled before posting the photo. “All right, I guess I better go wash this off.” he said, frowning slightly.

“You know, if you really want to keep it on, I don’t mind you going to bed with it.” Phil assured him.

“Nah.” Dan said. “If I went to bed like this, we’d end up with glitter everywhere but my face.” he said and the two giggled. “Besides, I can always put more on tomorrow.” he said as he headed to the bathroom. “Or maybe not. It’ll keep this night even more special.” he said, smiling a little before closing the bathroom door.

Oh, what a night.

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Laundry

This is totally what happened when Dan showed up at Phil’s flat with a suitcase full of laundry. Totally.

It was late in the evening and Phil could hear an insistent knock at his door. He was a bit confused about who it could be as he got up from the couch and answered the door.

He was even more confused when he saw his boyfriend standing there.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Phil asked.

Dan didn’t answer and just walked into Phil’s flat, rolling a suitcase behind him.

Phil was taken aback when he saw it. “Uh, did something happen? Did you drop out? Are you moving in?!” he asked, slightly frantic but mostly confused about why his boyfriend, who was supposed to be at university on the other side of town, was now in his flat at 9:00 at night with a suitcase of all things.

“Yes, no and no.” Dan answered all of Phil’s questions. “I just... I need to use your washing machine.” he said a bit sheepishly.

“Why?” Phil asked.

“I’ll explain while I do my laundry.” Dan said, his assertiveness returning as he headed to where Phil’s washer and dryer were located. 

Phil followed behind him and watched quietly as Dan dumped his laundry into the machine. Dan proceeded to tell him everything he’d witnessed at the laundromat. 

“I didn’t know what to do, so I just came here.” Dan said as he hopped up on the dryer. “Is that okay?”

Phil couldn’t help but chuckle. “Now you ask?” he said, causing Dan’s face to fall. “Dan, I’m kidding, of course it’s okay.”

Dan’s expression didn’t change and Phil knew there was more going on. He placed a hand on Dan’s knee. “How’s your first week been going?” he asked softly.

Dan could finally drop the brave and confident act he’d been putting on all week. “Sucky.” he said, letting his head fall on Phil’s shoulder. 

Phil’s face softened. “I know it can be overwhelming.” 

Dan let out a laugh as he lifted his head back up. “Yeah, clearly you’re overwhelmed when you break down crying in a fucking ASDA.” 

“Wait, what?” Phil asked, concern in his voice.

“I wasn’t going to tell you that.” Dan said. 

Phil squeezed Dan’s knee. “Dan, you can tell me anything.” 

“I was just embarrassed, I guess. I thought I could handle moving out and going to uni and being an adult, but I haven’t done too great so far.” he said, lowering his head. 

“Dan, listen to me.” Phil said as he lifted Dan’s chin so their eyes met. “This is only the first week. You’ll get the hang of it eventually. You just need to pace yourself.”

“Yeah, but I can’t even do my fucking laundry by myself.” Dan muttered.

“No, you just had a bad experience. So, it’s a good thing I’m just across town. I’m here if you need anything.” Phil told him.

Dan looked at him. “Thank you.” he said. “And thanks for putting up with me. I kind of just barged into your flat and started using your washing machine.”

Phil giggled as he placed his hands on Dan’s waist. “I’m glad you’re here.” he spoke softly. 

“Me too.” Dan said before giving Phil a kiss.  

When they pulled apart, Dan was frowning. “I’ll have to get going when this load finishes.” he said.

“No, you’re not.” Phil simply said.

“Phil, I have to. I have class tomorrow.” Dan told him.

“Then you can leave tomorrow morning.” Phil said. “I’ve missed you since you left for uni.” he pouted. “Besides, I’m not letting you take a cab back there this late at night by yourself.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking a cab, Phil. I’m a man! I know how to use a cordless hammer drill!” Dan bragged while Phil laughed. 

“Thanks to me.” Phil spoke smugly.

“Shut up!” Dan said, laughing with him.

“I know you’re capable, but as your concerned and lonely boyfriend, I’m still not letting you leave tonight.” Phil told him. 

Dan felt as if he was turning into complete mush at the realization of how much Phil clearly cared about him. 

“Okay.” Dan finally agreed. “Thank you, again. For everything.”

Phil smiled. “Anytime.” he said before giving Dan another kiss.

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The Quiet

In which Dan falls into such a spiraling existential crisis he goes mute and Phil misses his voice. 

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He can’t take it anymore. It’s 9pm and this has been going on since 1:00, when Dan finally stumbled out of bed.

At first, he passed it off as Dan just being tired, maybe a little grumpy after just getting up. No good morning - or good afternoon, in this case. Phil sat in the lounge hearing Dan rummage through the kitchen and that’s when he remembered he may have munched on a little too much of Dan’s cereal that morning. Great, first no good morning, now there’d be yelling. When 10 minutes went by and Phil didn’t hear a word from Dan, he got up and made his way to the kitchen to see it now empty with just a bowl in the sink. He heard Dan’s bedroom door close.

At 2:00, Dan had finally joined Phil in the lounge, sinking into the sofa crease while in browsing position. The two sat in silence, scrolling through their laptops until Phil audibly laughed at a new meme. “Dan, you’ve got to see this.” he said as he turned his laptop to face Dan. Dan simply looked at the screen before turning back to his own. “Hey, are you all right?” Dan didn’t respond. “You’re mad about the cereal, aren’t you?” Phil winced, but Dan shook his head. “Then what’s wrong?” Dan looked over at Phil and wanted to answer. He desperately wanted to answer, but just couldn’t bring himself to. He sighed and turned back to his laptop.

By 3:00, Phil finally knew what was wrong when he found Dan lying on the floor in the hallway. “Another existential crisis.” Phil realized. “Do you need anything? Want some chocolate?” Chocolate always made Dan feel better. Dan shook his head, his face rubbing against the carpet. “All right, well, let me know if you need anything.” Phil said before walking away and leaving Dan to it.

Dan spent from 3:00-5:00 lying on the floor and Phil figured he had to be hungry by now. “Hey, Dan, I thought we could order pizza for dinner. What kind would you like?” Dan didn’t respond; he didn’t even acknowledge Phil’s presence. “All right, well, one pizza topped with crickets, coming up!” Dan didn’t laugh. 

The pizzas arrived by 6:00 and they were now back in the lounge. Phil flipped through the channels on the TV. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, knowing he probably wasn’t going to get an answer. “Oh, look what’s on!” he then said as he settled on a channel. High School Musical 2 - this brought back memories. He remembered the Manchester days, when he and Dan would make fun of the Disney movie and pretend to cringe at it even though they both secretly enjoyed it. “Bet On It” was currently playing on TV and Phil knew it was coming. Any second, Dan was going to join in with Zac Efron and start singing it; he always did. Bet on it, Bet on it, Bet on it... The song ended and Dan didn’t sing a word; he didn’t even bob his head. 

By 7:00, High School Musical had ended, they’d finished their dinner and Dan was back to browsing while Phil cleaned up the flat a bit. He was worried about Dan, but he didn’t want to annoy him by hovering or asking him questions. The only thing he could do was try to distract Dan; try to get him to talk. “Hey, want to film a gaming video? I miss Dil.” Dan looked up at Phil, a glint of eagerness apparent in Dan’s eyes. Phil could tell Dan wanted to, but then it faded and Dan shook his head before turning back to his laptop. “Well, we don’t have to film. Want to play some Mario Kart?” Phil asked as he grabbed the controllers. Dan sighed and put out his hand, accepting Phil’s offer. Phil smiled as he handed Dan the controller and they played, their personal Dan vs. Phil. The only problem was, Phil managed to get ahead of Dan without even trying. Dan’s head wasn’t in the game and he’d yet to complain and curse about Phil beating him. This was the game Dan prided himself on, was he really that far gone that he didn’t care he was losing Mario Kart? Phil’s previous smile quickly turned into a frown. 

They were finished by 8:00 and Dan had retreated back to his spot on the floor in the hallway. And that brings us to 9:00. Dan was sat in silence in the hall and Phil was sat in silence in the lounge. He’d tried distracting himself, but he couldn’t help but worry. But more than that, he missed Dan. He missed Dan’s voice. The flat was usually filled with Dan’s loud banter, his off-the-wall cursing, his contagious laugh and his annoyingly wonderful singing. But not today. Phil didn’t realize how quiet their flat actually was. He felt lonely. Dan was there - he’d been there all day - but he wasn’t really there. It all reminded Phil of a Troye Sivan song.

Phil looked at the clock that read 9:15pm. He got up and made his way into the hallway where Dan lay face-up on the floor. Without saying a word, Phil got down and lay beside Dan. There was silence for a moment, both of them looking up at the ceiling, the old apartment filled with cracks and dents. “I see an elephant,” he said as he pointed to some cracks on the ceiling. “What about you?” he asked as he looked over at Dan, who remained silent. Phil couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ve missed you today.” he blurted out. “I’ve missed your voice.” Dan looked at Phil. “Please, will you talk to me? Talk to me about stupid memes. Laugh at the dumb things I say. Sing cringy High School Musical songs at the top of your lungs. Hell, yell at me for stealing your cereal.” he rambled. “I know you’re having a crisis and I feel bad, but you know you can talk to me.” he continued. “Just tell me. Say anything.” 

Dan looked at Phil with wide eyes and took a deep breath. “That meme from this morning was so funny and High School Musical is so ridiculous but Zac Efron is really cute and thank you for not actually getting crickets on the pizza and I can’t believe you ate my fucking cereal again.” he rattled off, as if he’d been unwillingly holding it in all day. “And I’ve missed you too.”

Phil couldn’t help but laugh, relieved to finally be hearing Dan’s voice. 

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten you beat me at Mario Kart, you fucking spork.”

Anything hurts less than the quiet.

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Based on the story Dan and Phil told in their 11/24/16 liveshow about Dan losing his voice before the BONCAS last year.

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“Tonight was fun.” Dan said with a small smile as he climbed into the hotel bed next to Phil. 

“Yeah.” Phil said back, already sleepy.

“It was so cool hearing everyone in the audience singing along to The Internet Is Here.” Dan said with a smile.

Phil nodded as he looked at Dan. “Are you feeling all right? You sound hoarse.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I think I just kind of strained my voice, between TATINOF and then having to shout during DAPGOOSE last week. I’ll be fine by morning.” Dan told him.

“Tomorrow’s going to be another crazy day.” Phil said, the two having to catch an early flight back to London and perform on an award show later that night.

Dan sighed. “I know. We should get some rest.” he said before giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight.” he whispered and the two drifted off to sleep.

7AM arrived a lot faster than the two hoped and Phil groaned at his alarm. He turned it off before rolling over and wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. “Morning,” he murmured against Dan’s shoulder, but he got no response. “I know it’s early, but please don’t be grumpy.” he then said before sitting up and grabbing his glasses from the bedside table.

Phil could hear a faint sound from Dan, followed by Dan clearing his throat and rolling over to face Phil.

“Oh no, you are sick, aren’t you?” Phil said with a cringe.

Dan shook his head before attempting to speak again, choking out little incomprehensible noises. He looked up at Phil with wide, worried eyes. He began mouthing words to Phil and pointing to his throat. 

“Huh?” Phil let out, still a bit sleepy.

Dan huffed quietly before sitting up and snatching his phone from the bedside table.

Seconds later, Phil’s phone dinged and a new text appeared.

ive lost my voice 

“What do you mean you’ve lost your voice?” Phil asked.

i literally cant produce noise

“Dan, we’re supposed to be performing the song on the award show tonight. Do we have to cancel?” Phil asked.

It was then Phil’s phone was flooded with one frantic text after the other.

i dont think its gonna happen

i dont think we can do this

i literally cant even speak nevermind sing

wtf are we gonna do???

“Okay, just calm down, Dan.” Phil began. “It’s really early and your voice isn’t used to speaking this early in the morning. Stressing won’t help anything.”

Dan took a deep breath and let it out slow. The last thing he wanted to do was cancel their performance. Actually, scratch that. The last thing he wanted to do was go to this award show with hundreds of people and unwanted socialization, with having to perform a song and dance number on top of it all. But he and Phil had already committed and he didn’t want to let anyone down. Except, if his voice didn’t come back by the time they got to the venue in London, he’d have no choice but to cancel and they’d be dead.

“Dan.” he heard and was snapped out of his spiraling thoughts. “Didn’t I just tell you stressing won’t help anything?” Phil said and Dan lowered his head.

Phil’s face softened and he grabbed Dan in a hug. “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.” he said before releasing the hug and looking at his boyfriend. “Let’s just get to the airport and grab some breakfast, yeah? We can just chill out before our flight.” he said and Dan nodded.

The two checked out and made it to the airport; and more importantly, made it to Starbucks. 

“What are you getting?” Phil asked, but got no response. “Oh yeah.” he remembered.

Suddenly, Phil’s phone dinged. 

can you order me a bagel and tea

“What’s the magic word?” Phil asked teasingly, hoping to get a laugh out of his boyfriend.

Instead, he got a death stare that was eventually followed by a laugh. 

“Go find us a table and I’ll order.” Phil said, shooing Dan away.

The two ate their breakfast and Dan hoped the tea would help sooth his throat and bring back his voice. 

It didn’t. The two had made it back to London and Dan still had no voice. There was no time to even go home to their flat, they needed to go straight to the venue to rehearse a song Dan was unable to sing. 

When they arrived, Phil had the unfortunate task of telling the people who were running the show that they might have to cancel their performance while Dan stood silently beside him. The only way Dan could describe their reactions were as if the the building and every single thing inside were currently on fire. 

They were told they had nothing else planned to end the show and if they didn’t perform, the entire thing was ruined. This caused Dan to walk away abruptly.

Phil was only a step behind his boyfriend, who had his back turned to him. “Dan?”  

Phil’s phone dinged. 

i was already scared about coming to this thing

And dinged.

because socializing

And dinged three more times.

and the stupid awards

and performing

and now im gonna ruin the whole thing because i cant talk

“You’re not ruining anything.” Phil began. “This isn’t your fault. Don’t listen to them, they’re just concerned with their show.” he said and gently grabbed Dan’s arm to turn him around to face him. “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.” he said and Dan gave him a look that said you-said-that-already-you-spork-but-things-have-just-gotten-worse. “We’re going to do everything we can to help you get your voice back, okay? Let’s go buy some honey, lemons, lozenges, anything you need. Get some steam, that helped you loads on tour.”

Dan looked at Phil before looking down at his phone.

Phil’s phone dinged once again.

thank you <3

Dan spent the entire afternoon eating soothing things and inhaling steam, with Phil right by his side, trying to make him laugh and giving him reassuring shoulder squeezes every once in a while.

By some miracle, Dan’s voice had kind of come back just in time. The two decided they were just going to muddle through the award show and their performance. Dan knew he sounded like shit during the song, but it was better than the alternative.

Later that night, the two finally made it back to their flat. They tossed their shiny jackets on the floor and collapsed into bed.

It wasn’t until the next day that it all hit Dan. He was sat in his browsing position, minus his laptop. Instead, he was staring off into space, a slightly shaking hand gripping his mug of tea.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked when he noticed his boyfriend’s current state. 

“I’m just... processing... the fact that we... survived... yesterday...” Dan managed to get out.

Phil plopped down on the couch. He took the mug from Dan and placed it on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. Dan let his head fall against Phil’s shoulder and the two just sat there in silence. 

“Yesterday was traumatizing.” Dan mumbled.

“But we survived, like you said.” Phil told him.

“Thank you again.” Dan then said.

“For what?” Phil asked with a shrug.

“You know what.” Dan said. “Just... everything.”

A moment later, Dan’s phone dinged. He grabbed it and saw he’d gotten a text.

youre welcome <3

[phanfictrashnumber1]

He’s Very Silly

Based on Phil saying this: “Please leave a comment telling Dan he’s very silly and not going to die out there.” in his Will Dan and Phil Survive Australia? video because I was rewatching it and that sentence stuck out to me and seemed weird so here’s my take on why Phil said it.

Phil sat in the lounge, pondering ideas for his next video. He needed to upload one before he and Dan left for TATINOF Australia in a couple of weeks. He sat there thinking while a head rested on his shoulder, attached to a formless blob that was hidden beneath a blanket and scrolling through its phone.

“Can you think of anything for my next video?” he asked the formless blob, but got no response. “Dan?”

“Hmm? Sorry, I was reading stuff.” Dan finally spoke.

“What kind of stuff?” Phil prodded.

Dan bit his lip. “About Australia. I’m getting nervous.”

Phil’s face softened. “Why, Dan? We’ve performed this show dozens of times. From what I see online, our Aussie subscribers seem really sweet.”

“It’s not the show I’m nervous about.” Dan admitted.

“Then what is it?” Phil asked.

Dan continued biting his lip, not wanting to answer. He knew it was silly; he knew he had nothing to worry about. But he couldn’t help blowing it up in his head and now the thought of leaving the safety of this apartment; this lounge; this blanket; this shoulder, scared him.

“What is it, Dan?” Phil pressed in the most loving way.

“I’m afraid of being on a cramped plane for all those hours and then getting there just to be eaten by a shark or a kangaroo or a freakishly large spider or something.” Dan rattled off.

“So, that’s what you were reading.” Phil said. “I was hoping you’d forget about the 23-hour plane ride or the dangerous wildlife part of the trip.”

“Well, I didn’t. What if there’s not enough leg room on the plane? What if a giant spider gets in our bed? What if it bites me and kills me, then what??” Dan asked.

“You’re being silly.” Phil told him.

Dan frowned at knowing Phil also thought this was silly. He wanted comfort from his boyfriend, not ridicule. Dan just sighed and threw the blanket over his head, hoping if he stayed there long enough he’d just disappear.

Phil looked down at Dan. He knew his boyfriend was being a tad over-dramatic; just over-dramatic enough to inspire his next video idea.

It was the day they were leaving for Australia and Phil had the perfect way to make Dan feel better about their trip.

Phil walked into the lounge and found Dan in his browsing position.

“Are you ready?” Phil suddenly spoke.

Dan looked up at him. “Our flight doesn’t leave until tonight. I’m not packed yet but it’ll take me 5 minutes, what could go wrong?”

“I’m not talking about the flight.” Phil said.

“Then what are you talking about?” Dan asked.

“My new video. You’re in it. Come on.” Phil simply said before heading to his bedroom, knowing Dan wouldn’t be far behind.

Phil was adjusting the lighting when Dan walked in and plopped down on the bed.

“So, what are we filming?” Dan asked.

“You’ll see.” Phil said before hitting record and sitting down next to Dan.

"Hey guys!" Phil began as he and Dan both put on their internet personas and Phil explained the concept of this video: Will Dan and Phil Survive Australia?

Phil proceeded to catch Dan off guard with things like having them both list off their tour dates in Australian accents and wearing Australian-wildlife-themed costumes, all in attempt to lighten Dan’s mood. 

They now sat on the bed, Phil wearing a shark fin headband and Dan in a full-on kangaroo suit that - although Dan complained - Phil knew he secretly loved. 

Phil named off things such as predators, the flight and spiders, most of which Dan said he would not survive and proceeded to put on a dramatized persona for the camera. Phil had to admit, if he came across a dangerous predator or ran into a creepy, big spider, he'd freak out too. But he tried his best to dissolve any of Dan’s fears and he could eventually see Dan noticeably warming up to the idea of going to Australia throughout the filming as he made snide remarks and laughed at the stupid things Phil said. 

Phil even agreed with Dan by the end and said they wouldn’t survive, but quickly made it known he was just joking. 

“Please leave a comment telling Dan he’s very silly and not going to die out there.” Phil said, hoping he got through to Dan. 

They ended the video and Phil got up to turn off the camera while Dan ripped off the kangaroo head and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Thanks.” Phil heard and looked up at Dan with a small smile.

“So, do you feel better about going to Australia now?” Phil asked as he sat back down on the bed.

“Well, I mean, I did say I’d die from three out of five of those things, so...”

“Dan.” Phil interrupted and the two just laughed. 

“I do feel better. I don’t know why I was freaking out.” Dan said with a shrug.

Phil looked at him. “Do you know the most important reason you’ll be fine?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll be there, right by your side the whole time.”

Dan couldn’t help but smile.

“And don’t think I didn’t mean it when I said we were playing iSpy on the flight.” Phil told him.