summary: everything around them seems to be collapsing and the stress is finally getting to phil
genre: angst sickfic fluff hgngdknlf
word count: ~1500
warnings: none, sick stuff. no vomito
a/n: I'm too tired to write one oops. pray 5 me
The stress was starting to get to Phil.
Things between him and Dan were awkward. Conversations felt forced and Dan had taken to sleeping in his own room now. They weren’t arguing, though Phil would much prefer that over the awkwardness. He didn’t blame Dan for it, as he was sure he was doing the same thing back. It felt like they had a million eyes on them now, and in a sense, they did. Phil ignored most of them, trying not to let them effect him, while Dan was fighting back. They were both far too aware of everything now and it had pushed a gap in their relationship.
Phil sighed, checking the scene he was editing again. The scene was obviously forced and lacked Phil’s natural enthusiasm. He remembered the day he had been filming it, he hadn’t been feeling too well. It had been happening more and more often recently.
Giving up, Phil saved the video before closing the program. He leaned back in the office chair, disappointment settling in him. Phil would probably have to refilm the scene, which meant more time. The more time Phil spent on videos, the more restless the fans became. He already had them breathing down his back about phan, he didn’t want to deal with their complaints about the lack of videos as well. His head constantly hurt from the tension and he found himself unable to sleep well at night.
All the stress piled up in his stomach until it started to ache from the pressure of it all. But Phil didn’t have time to deal with a troublesome stomach; he had other things to do, like prepare for the radio show, pay the bills, film the scenes needed for his video, and many other important tasks. He also needed to try to reconcile with Dan and have him come sleep in the same bed again. Phil hated the emptiness and not being able to cuddle Dan whenever he liked.
Phil got up and headed down to the lounge, where Dan sat editing a video of his own. He glanced up when Phil walked in, then returned to his video. Phil sat down at the table where the monthly rent was laid out, waiting to be read over. His stomach turned as he stared the papers down and he felt nauseous. Money always stressed him out and now even more so with their gained attention. It needed to be done, as much as Phil would like to pretend it didn’t exist.
He had finished sorting everything out when Dan came up to him. Phil looked up at him and smiled.
“Hey,” Phil greeted.
Dan smiled back, though it was forced. “Are you going to make dinner?”
The thought of food didn’t sit well with Phil’s stomach, but he figured he’d only make enough for Dan. It’d be a nice gesture and hopefully Dan would take it as an invitation to start talking to Phil again. “Sure. What do you want?”
“Stir fry?”
Phil nodded, standing up to head to the kitchen. “One stir fry dinner coming up.”
This got Dan to roll his eyes fondly. “Don’t burn the house down. I’ll be editing in my bedroom if you need anything.”
Phil nodded and walked to the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients. While it was cooking, Phil leaned against the counter and rubbed his upset stomach. If things weren’t so tense now, Phil would have gone to Dan and whined about his stomach. Dan would have made him tea and cuddled him better.
Now, however, Phil feared that the only thing that would result from going to Dan was another argument and Dan accusing Phil of being childish.
Phil quickly finished up Dan’s dinner, not bothering to make enough for if he got hungry later. He dished the finished meal out onto a plate, grabbed a fork, and carefully made his way to Dan’s room. Inside, Dan was sitting on his laptop, scrolling through some mysterious website unknown to Phil.
“Here you go, my good sir,” Phil teased, handing the plate off to Dan.
Dan gladly took the plate, frowning when he saw that Phil didn’t have one. “Are you going to eat all by yourself?"
“U-um,” Phil stuttered, “not exactly? I mean, I’m not eating now.”
“Why not? The food won’t be warm for long.”
Phil’s stomach turned at the thought of food once again. Phil shrugged. “I have to finish up some emails, sorry.”
Dan didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. A tense silence filled the room before Phil finally left.
Phil went back into the lounge with every intent to follow through with what he said, but his stomach had different plans. Instead of scrolling through email after email about youtube and copyright, Phil ended up laying on his side on the couch, clutching his stomach helplessly as it cramped.
Phil whimpered, burying his face into the couch cushion. His stomach grumbled, telling him off for not caring for himself. He laid there for a while, feeling absolutely miserable and lonely. The nausea was slowly becoming too much and Phil feared he was going throw up when he heard Dan calling his name.
“Phil?” Dan’s voice echoed from the hallway.
Phil merely hummed in response, too sick to care about the possibility of another argument.
He heard the lounge door open. “Phil?” Dan’s voice instantly became more worried when he saw Phil curled up on the couch. “Phil, what’s wrong?”
Dan walked over and kneeled down in front of Phil, resting a hand on Phil’s cheek gently. Phil nuzzled into the hand, immediately soaking up any affection he could get.
“My stomach…” Phil muttered. He rubbed it softly, trying to soothe the nausea and prevent himself from accidentally throwing up on Dan.
Dan frowned. “Are you coming down with the flu?” He felt Phil’s forehead for a temperature, but he seemed fine.
“No.”
“Did you eat something bad?”
Phil shook his head. “I think it’s stress.”
Phil was expecting some cold retaliation or for Dan to tell him that he’s stressed too and a stomachache wasn’t an excuse.
What he didn’t expect was for Dan to coo and instantly begin fussing over Phil. He pressed a kiss to Phil’s forehead and softly pushed Phil’s hand aside so he could rub Phil’s stomach for him. His other hand began to play with Phil’s hair, instantly relaxing him.
Not that Phil was complaining.
“Baby, why didn’t you come to me?” Dan whispered.
Phil melted at the affectionate name. “I didn’t want to make you worried or angry at me.”
Dan shook his head. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t feel that way. I’ll always want to care for you.”
“Thank you.” Phil craned his neck so he could place a kiss on Dan’s wrist, too lazy to properly reach out and kiss him.
“Anytime. Now, how does a warm bath sound? Afterwards, you can try some soup if your tummy is feeling better.”
Phil smiled shakily. “That sounds wonderful.”
After a warm bath and a little bit of soup that warmed Phil’s stomach, the two ended up cuddling on Dan’s bed. Phil was curled into Dan, his head laying on Dan’s chest and hands drawing little patterns across it. Dan had his arms wrapped tightly around Phil and his face was buried in Phil’s hair, inhaling his scent.
Phil’s stomach still had a dull ache to it, but he wasn’t paying attention to it. Instead, he was enjoying the warmth and feeling of being in Dan’s arms after being fussed over.
“You’re mine,” Dan mumbled, pressing light kisses into Phil’s hair. “My baby. My Phil.”
Phil couldn’t deny the rush of love and happiness that flooded his chest as he listened to Dan. It felt so good and relaxing and Phil was so in love with Dan.
“I feel properly fussed over,” Phil giggled.
“You deserve it. I’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately and it’s not fair to you.”
Phil hummed in agreement. “You’re making up for it. I know things are hard, but I don’t want us to end up like we were at the beginning of the year. I love you so much, Dan, I don’t want to nearly lose you again.”
Dan’s grip tightened around Phil. “I promise, we’re going to make this work. I love you too, more than you can imagine.”
Dan held Phil tightly, showering him in kisses and compliments, until Phil slowly drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. They still had a long way to go, but Phil knew now that they were going to be okay.
summary: dan is grumpy. but phil always knows how to cheer him up
genre: iscccckckckckckckckckckkfic fluff
warnings: NUDITY jk
word count: ~800
a/n: eeee e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e
Phil almost cooed at the sight of Dan. He was sniffling every ten seconds or so, his cheeks were tinted pink, his voice was scratchy, and he had taken to burying himself in piles of blankets while he watched anime. Phil had dropped by Dan’s room to see how he was doing, but now he was wandering in to coddle him. He was just so cute and Phil found himself wanting to care and cuddle him better. He wasn’t supposed to be visiting Dan as Dan didn’t want to get Phil sick as well, but Phil couldn’t help but want to check up on his boyfriend.
“What do you want?” Dan grumbled, voice croaky. He knew what Phil was planning on doing and he wasn’t looking forward to it.
Phil pouted, sitting on the bed. “Poor Danny,” he cooed, placing a hand on Dan’s forehead to check his temperature. He wasn’t too warm, but it was enough for Phil to worry about him. “Do you want some tea and medicine?”
Dan rolled his eyes. The sickness had made him grouchy and cynical. “I already took medicine and drank three cups of tea. I don’t need you to coddle me.” He let out a few dry coughs into his elbow that made Phil wince with the force of it. “And don’t call me Danny, you know I hate that.”
Phil merely laughed. “Grumpy boy,” he teased, kissing Dan’s forehead. “Let me take care of you.”
Dan tried whining, but Phil merely put a finger to his lips, making Dan pout instead.
Phil tugged Dan out of his blanket cocoon, ignoring the protests and profanity that came from him. He lead Dan downstairs to the bathroom, smiling as he turned to Dan.
“Why are you smiling like that, it’s creepy.”
Phil merely shrugged, then opened up the door. Inside, Dan’s favorite scented candles were lit, giving the room a heavenly smell. A bath had been made and had vanilla scented bubbles piled up in it. The lights were off and there was soft piano music playing.
“Wha- Did you make all this?” Dan croaked out.
Phil nodded, escorting Dan in. The room was humid, Phil having let steam from hot water fill the room. He’d heard that steam helped with a stuffy nose and sore throat.
“You’ve been feeling so ill lately and it’s made you all crabby and stressed. I figured a bath would do you good.”
Dan smiled softly. “Thank you.”
He let Phil undress him, melting under the gentle touches. His sweaty clothes were discarded to be cleaned later on by Phil. Dan climbed into the bathtub and sunk into the warm water. He let out a content sigh, his eyes fluttering shut with bliss.
A few moments later, Phil climbed in as well. He reorganized their long limbs so that Dan was pressed up against Phil’s chest. Phil began running a hand through Dan’s sweaty hair.
The two stayed in silence, Phil playing with Dan’s hair as Dan rested his heavy head on Phil’s chest. Dan could feel a slight fever burning under his skin, but the bliss he felt helped keep his mind off of it.
“Are you happy I took care of you?”
Dan couldn’t complain. “Very. It was worth being dragged from my warm cocoon.”
Phil giggled, the sound rumbling in his chest underneath Dan. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you into a blanket cocoon when we get out. Complete with my thermal blanket and everything.”
Dan smiled at the thought, pressing a kiss on Phil’s chest. “Spoil me.”
Phil rolled his eyes. “As if I don’t already.”
It was a long time before they did end up getting out, Phil wrapping Dan in the fluffiest towel before helping him into the fluffiest (and non-sweaty) pajamas he could find. He took extra care in slipping on fuzzy socks, making Dan sarcastically comment that he was Cinderella.
“Well, you are my princess,” Phil had whispered in response. Dan merely blushed and quickly headed back to his room.
There, Phil covered him in his thermal blanket and duvet, keeping to his promise of making him a blanket cocoon.
“Is my princess all nice and comfy?” Phil teased.
Dan pouted. “S-shut up.”
Phil laughed and kissed Dan’s forehead. He noted the lack of heat radiating from it and smiled softly to himself.
“Cuddles?” Dan whispered timidly, giving Phil his best puppy eyes.
Phil didn’t need anymore convincing. He slipped under the blankets, joining Dan in his cocoon of blankets.
The two cuddled and talked softly, discussing things that weren’t meant for others to hear. There words were soon replaced with kisses and the unspoken “I love you’s” that filled the room. Phil always knew how to make Dan feel better.
summary: it's not until dan catches a nasty bug and phil isn't there to care for him that he realizes that he's almost lost phil
word count: 3020
genre: angst with a happy ending, sickfic
warnings: i use the f slur once so beware, also vomiting
Dan woke up to an empty bed and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The empty bed was nothing new. Phil had been going out of his way lately to avoid Dan, claiming all Dan did these days was start arguments. Dan would blame Phil right back, causing the two to once again argue. Dan was surprised Phil even bothered sleeping in the same room with him anymore since he acted like he couldn’t stand Dan anymore.
It hurt more than Dan would admit to, being too prideful to stop the arguing for one second and listen to his bruised heart.
Dan grumbled and sat up. He felt miserable and grouchy, more than normal. He stumbled out of bed and slipped on a hoodie, mumbling angrily to himself about how cold it was. He didn’t think about the fact that it was only September and that it was relatively warm outside. Dan stormed out of his room, heading for coffee to wake himself up.
“With my luck, the coffee machine will be broken,” he muttered to himself. When he arrived in the kitchen, however, he found something much worse than a broken coffee machine.
Phil stood waiting for him, scowling with his arms crossed. Dan’s heart sunk; he was in trouble. He immediately regretted getting up. He avoided making eye contact with Phil, pretending not to notice how livid he looked. The uneasiness in his stomach grew and coffee no longer seemed appetizing. In fact, the idea of putting anything in his stomach made him feel queasy.
“Dan,” Phil said, his voice lacking its usual comfort.
Dan sighed and looked up at Phil. He didn’t want to deal with yet another argument again. “What do you want?”
Phil’s scowl increased. “Care to explain why the dishes aren’t done? Again?”
Dan shrugged. He didn’t like doing the dishes, so he’d procrastinate and later forget that he needed to do them.
“When are you going to start taking responsibilities for these things?” Phil yelled and Dan knew it was only going downhill. “All you do is sit around on twitter antagonizing our viewers and blaming me when things don’t go your way!”
Dan felt his blood boil. “You think I’m the one who’s irresponsible? I’m not the one who let the video get out.”
Phil scoffed. “Get over it already, it’s been a year. I actually took care of getting it deleted instead of lashing out and acting as if the idea of us being in a relationship is the worst thing ever.”
Dan’s cheeks burned red. He knew Phil was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Maybe if you stopped acting like I’m such a lazy asshole I wouldn’t act like our relationship is the worst thing ever.”
Phil looked shocked for a split second, but it was quickly replaced with a cold glare. “I’m going out,” he said quietly, his voice cold and icy. He deliberately shoved Dan as he stormed out of the kitchen, causing Dan to stumble into the counter.
Dan turned to yell something back at him, only to wince and double over as his stomach cramped. He clutched it helplessly as the pain increased. Why did he have to get sick now? He had other things he needed to worry about, like his liveshow tonight and the radio show.
He threw some bread into the toaster, despite his lack of appetite, and leaned against the counter as he waited. He could feel a dull pain pulsing against his temples, though he attributed it to having woken up not too long ago. He let his eyes fall shut, replaying the argument with Phil over in his head.
It was ridiculous, they couldn’t go one day without getting into some petty argument over something like the dishes, and it was all Dan’s fault. If he didn’t react the way he did with the fans, things wouldn’t have been so tense between them. Phil was right; Dan was irresponsible. Dan couldn’t help it sometimes. There were days when all he could do was stay in bed crying from how anxious he felt. He had slowly developed an anxiety disorder over the past two years and it was making his life a living hell. Phil used to try to help him, but quickly got sick of the same routine. They argued too much anyway for Phil to comfort him.
The toaster dinged, startling Dan out of his thoughts. He pulled the toast out and set it on a plate, then walked into the lounge to eat it.
He turned on the tv to a random show and nibbled on the toast. His stomach turned as he ate it, but he tried to ignore it. He ended up stopping halfway through when the nausea in his stomach became unbearable.
Dan hugged his stomach with his arms and buried his face in the couch cushion. This day was slowly becoming the second worst in his life. He felt his stomach turn again and he knew that he was going to throw up. Not wanting to create a mess and add to Phil’s accusation of him being irresponsible, Dan got up, the world spinning for a second, and stumbled to the bathroom.
Dan stared at the lid of the toilet seat, his world caught in a feverish state. There was no denying that he was sick. Along with his stomachache, he had a fever and the room felt like it was spinning.
Dan leaned against the bathroom wall, clutching his stomach. He whimpered as it cramped, shooting pain all over his abdomen.
He wanted Phil to come back and care for him like he always did. Or at least, how he did before everything got messed up. Dan closed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears that were beginning to form. If Phil wasn't angry at him, he would be in here with Dan, rubbing his back. He'd be getting a cool washcloth and press it against Dan’s head. He would be whispering reassuring things and making Dan feel safe, despite how awful his body felt.
But he wasn't here to do all that, making Dan realize how dependent he was on Phil. Dan could feel the urge to cry building his chest, making the nausea even worse. He tried to swallow it back, but in his miserable state all he could focus on was how lonely he was.
With a strong wave a nausea, he gripped onto the toilet and threw up, the nausea forcing its way out of his stomach. He started to cry from the pain and the loneliness, making his body even more upset.
He managed to get himself back under control after minutes of dry heaving and choked sobs. His stomach still ached but thankfully the nausea was settled for the time being. As much as he would like to, Dan couldn't stay in the bathroom. He didn’t want Phil to find him there and yell at him more. He flushed the toilet and stood up, legs feeling like they belonged to a newborn deer. Dan slowly rinsed out his mouth, noting the sickly features on his face in the mirror. He probably needed to take medicine, but didn't have the effort to nor did he think he could keep anything down. He walked back up to the lounge, cradling his stomach with his free hand.
Dan settled in with their throw blanket on the couch, eyes already drooping from exhaustion and the fever. Sleep didn't come easy, however, as his stomach kept bothering him. The exhaustion eventually won over and Dan slipped into an uneasy sleep.
His sleep was plagued with angry words and viewers laughing at him, calling him a fag. The entire time, Phil stood there looking down on him in disappointment. The dream worsened as time went on and he soon was crying, hot tears burning his cheeks in shame and guilt. Phil started yelling, telling Dan how much he hated him and how he wished they had never met.
Dan was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. The nausea was back and even worse this time and Dan would rather not deal with that.
"Dan!"
Dan cracked his eyes open and saw Phil's face in front of him. He looked angry and Dan felt even worse. Before he could stop himself or get to the bathroom, Dan leaned over the edge of the couch and began to retch. Phil jumped back out of the way, the anger being replaced with panic. He took off towards the bathroom, trying to find a bucket or trashcan while Dan threw up on the floor. He ended up grabbing the trash can next to the toilet. He came back and shoved it under Dan’s chin, careful to avoid the mess.
Dan gratefully took the trash can and gagged into it, stomach twisting itself in knots. He was crying again and everything felt awful. He gasped for air between retching and sobs.
“Dan, you need to calm down,” Phil said, his voice stern.
Dan tried to breath, but between the nausea and the crying, he could only manage a few choked breaths. He started to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
“Dan, breath.” Phil grabbed his shoulders and began to take deep breaths for Dan to copy.
It took a few minutes, but Dan managed to get his breathing back under control. He laid back down, eyes fluttering shut. His body ached and he wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep. He felt incredibly weak and helpless.
A cool hand pressed itself against his forehead, making him groan. "You have a fever," Phil murmured.
"I'm sorry," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse and pitiful. He started to hiccup from crying and the stress. It made his stomach hurt more, adding to his misery.
Phil sighed, removing his hand from Dan’s face. "Let's focus on getting you better for right now."
Dan whimpered, his heart aching. This was all his fault.
"What all is bothering you?"
"Tummy mostly. Feel dizzy and achy."
"Sounds like the stomach flu."
It definitely felt like the stomach flu from the way his stomach was turning. He wish Phil would kiss his forehead and tell him he was going to be okay, even if it was a lie. He wished Phil would rub his stomach or place a washcloth on his head to help cool him off.
Instead, Phil stood up and began to walk away. “I’m going to clean up this mess and get you some water.”
Dan nodded and pulled the blanket up to his chest. He fought off the need to cry again, not wanting a repeat of what happened earlier. The hiccups slowly died down, but Dan still felt awful.
It was obvious that Phil was still mad at him from how distant he was acting. Phil wasn’t really caring for Dan but making sure Dan had all the stuff he needed so he could care for himself. Dan had screwed up badly, and he needed to fix it.
Dan didn’t know where to start, though. He was staring at a mountain of pain and hurt and it was all overwhelming. But he needed to clean it up, needed to fix it for Phil.
If he didn’t, well, he’d rather not think about what would happen. He loved Phil too much and couldn’t lose him.
He tried to make eye contact with Phil again when he came back in the room, but he deliberately ignored Dan. Dan watched as he cleaned up the mess, feeling even more guilty. He should have brought a bucket or trash can in case he woke up feeling sick. He had felt too sick at the time, yet he still regretted it.
Phil seemed annoyed the entire time like he was cleaning up yet another mess made by Dan. In a way he was, though this one wasn’t on purpose and was out of Dan’s control.
Dan shut his eyes and sighed. He rubbed his aching stomach gingerly, trying to soothe it after having thrown up so violently. His head became clouded and he drifted off a bit, staying awake enough to keep out of the nightmares that waited for him.
Once Phil had cleaned up the mess, he forced Dan to move back to his own room. Dan merely obeyed, despite wanting to stay out in the lounge where Phil inevitably would be. Even his presence made Dan feel better.
Phil left as soon as Dan was settled in with a glass of water by his bed and a bucket to prevent anymore accidents. Dan shivered, curling up on himself more. He couldn’t sleep, not with the way his mind was racing anxiously, trying to find a way to get Phil to forgive him.
The only way Dan could think of was for him to delete all his angry replies on twitter and tumblr and finally start taking responsibility.
Ignoring the protest from his sensitive stomach, Dan got up and grabbed his laptop from his desk. He brought it back to bed and got to work on cleaning up his social media. The light of the laptop made the nausea worse, yet he kept on working. He deleted post after post of him yelling that he wasn’t gay or saying that he would only ever see Phil as a friend. All the angry tweet replies disappeared too, only to be saved by those who bothered screenshotting it. By the time he was satisfied that most of the angry posts had been deleted, the nausea was overwhelming and he was barely holding his stomach contents back.
Dan laid back down and pulled his knees to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. He managed to settle the nausea back down long enough for him to drift off into another sick-induced nightmare.
Dan slept for the rest of the day, only waking up occasionally to drink water or go through his social media again. He cancelled his liveshow, knowing he’d most likely get sick during some part of it and wouldn’t be able to focus at all. Phil didn’t bother checking up on him at all, which only made Dan’s heart break more. He missed Phil so much. He never noticed how much of a spot he took up in Dan’s life until they began to fight.
He had planned on cleaning their apartment the next day to try to prove to Phil that he was responsible, however his body had other plans. Dan woke up with a start in the early morning, sweaty and dizzy. His stomach ached much worse than it had before he fell asleep and his head felt like it held a ton of bricks. Knowing what was about to come, Dan stumbled out of his room and practically ran to the bathroom. Whatever was left in his stomach was quickly thrown up.
Dan collapsed onto the floor, his stomach empty and aching. His head spun like a carousel on steroids and his muscles felt like he had ran an entire marathon without stopping. He couldn’t get up, no matter how hard he tried.
He needed Phil.
Dan needed him so badly to care for him, to be back by his side. He couldn’t stand the cold glares or pointless fights. At this point, he’d do anything for Phil to look at him again.
All the petty anger he had held for the past month disappeared, replaced with the desperate need for the one he loved. His pride finally died out, the pain overcoming it.
“Phil,” he called out weakly. “Phil, help.”
He called out Phil’s name a couple more times, then gave up. He let his eyes fall shut and he sighed. Phil wasn’t coming. Even if he heard Dan, he wouldn’t have come.
Dan had drifted off slightly when he suddenly felt someone picking him up. He opened his eyes weakly to see Phil’s face. He looked worried and tired.
“Ph-Phil,” Dan choked out, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Dan. I forgive you.” His voice was like honey to Dan’s ears and the ultimate cure to his illness.
Dan leaned into Phil’s chest as he carried Dan up the stairs and back to his bedroom. Instead of leaving as quickly as possible like he did earlier, Phil stayed, leaving only to get a wet washcloth. He got Dan to drink some water to keep him hydrated. He propped Dan up with some pillows and gently wiped Dan’s face with the washcloth to rid it of the sweat. Dan hummed contently at Phil’s soft touches. They felt so loving that Dan forgot about his sickness, swept up the way his heart was slowly coming back together and bursting with love.
“I love you so much,” Dan whispered, looking up at Phil.
Phil smiled softly. “I love you too,” he replied, placing the washcloth down next to the water glass. He let his hand cup Dan’s cheek and he stroked soft, soothing circles with his thumb. “I’m sorry as well. I know things are harder on you because of your anxiety and it’s not fair for me to expect you to be able to handle everything calmly. I haven’t been there for you when I need to be.”
Dan smiled shakily. “I promise you I’ll try to be more responsible and not lash out as much.”
“And I promise that I’ll be there for you when your thoughts are too loud.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dan’s forehead, tangling his fingers in Dan’s sweaty hair.
Dan let his eyes flutter shut, his mind finally silenced. He had Phil back at his side and even though they needed to both try harder, he’d do it for Phil.
Phil laid down next to him, placing his hand over Dan’s stomach. “I’ll be right next to you if you need me, ok?”
Dan nodded, a big smile taking over his face. Everything was slowly falling back together and he couldn’t be more happy about it.
They could make it through this. They just needed to face it together.
summary: phil doesn't normally drink, but when he does, dan has to care for him
genre: sickfic
word count: 1005
warnings: vomiting, alcohol
A/N: i got kicked out of school so that was a thing. thankfully, i have the next few pretty much written. you might even see it tomorrow...
Phil wasn’t the type of person to get drunk. He didn’t like how it made him lose control and have him wake up sick the next morning. His stomach didn’t handle alcohol well either. So when he was dragged out to a club with some university friends who were in town, the last thing he planned on doing was getting drunk. He knew this was unrealistic, however, as he was with a group of friends. A man could dream, though.
He ended up being roped into a drinking game where he downed multiple shots. By the end of it, he was fairly drunk and ended up ordering more drinks. He was laughing loudly with his friends, who only encouraged him to drink more. His mind started to feel dizzy and his defenses were lowered, indicating that he was drunk.
At one point, his stomach started to feel off. He pouted childishly, rubbing it softly. He quickly forgot about it as his friend passed him another drink, throwing him back into the hazy world he had fallen in. It was confusing and exciting at the same time and Phil couldn’t get enough of it.
It was only after a few more drinks that everything went downhill. As soon as he finished another drink, his stomach growled angrily and he suddenly didn’t feel as happy and carefree anymore.
“I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Phil slurred out. The world around him was blurry, making him even more nauseous. He stumbled to the bathroom, bumping into blurry faces along the way. People yelled at him, but he was too nauseous and drunk to listen. His stomach was feeling worse by the second, turning and twisting painfully with each movement.
He barely made it into a bathroom stall before he was throwing up, the shots burning his throat. When he was finished, he leaned back and clutched his stomach. It ached terribly, upset with the amount of alcohol that had been put in it. Despite being drunk, Phil knew better than to leave the toilet as it would only be a matter of time before he would be throwing up again.
His stomach rolled and he groaned, leaning against. He felt awful, the high of the alcohol gone and replaced with regret. The vomiting had sobered him up a bit, making him uncomfortably aware of everything. He shouldn’t have drank as much as he did.
He needed Dan.
Once his stomach was somewhat settled, he shakily pulled out his phone. The screen was blurry and he nearly called the wrong person, but eventually managed to get Dan’s contact to call.
“Hello?”
Phil nearly cried with relief. “Dan,” he slurred.
He could hear Dan laughing. “Phil, how drunk are you?”
Phil whimpered.
The laughing stopped. “Phil?”
“My tummy really hurts.”
“Too much to drink?”
Phil nodded, forgetting that Dan couldn’t see him. “C-can you come get me?”
Dan sighed softly. “Of course. You’re at the one down the street?”
Phil hummed in confirmation.
“Alright, love. Be there in five.”
Phil smiled shakily, then hung up. He leaned against the cubicle wall, placing a hand on his stomach. He let his eyes flutter shut, his head starting to ache. He drifted off into his own head, the outside world becoming non existent.
Someone knocked on the stall door, startling him.
“Phil, you in there?” A pause. “I hope you are or else this is going to be awkward.”
Phil giggled. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Can you come out?”
Phil shakily got up and opened the door. Dan stood there, dressed in sweats and a pajama shirt. Phil stumbled into him, snuggling into the warm boy.
“Are you feeling well enough to walk?”
Phil shook his head. He felt dizzy and his stomach was starting to act up again. Even though he was much more coherant than before, he still had a good amount of alcohol in his system. He’d rather take a taxi, even if their flat was merely up the street. He’d rather be in the comfort of his own bathroom than in public.
Dan took him outside to wait for the taxi, leaning Phil against the wall. Phil’s eyes fluttered shut as his stomach gave a queasy rumble and he moaned.
“Hang in there, Phil,” Dan whispered, rubbing his shoulder.
By the time the taxi came, nausea was rolling in steady waves. They needed to get home fast before the nausea tipped over. Inside the taxi, Phil rested his head on Dan’s shoulder. He cradled his stomach as it rebelled against him.
Thankfully, the taxi ride was short, and soon enough they were riding the lift up to their apartment. The lift proved to make the nausea worse and Phil could feel the alcohol about to make its reappearance.
Dan was unlocking the door when Phil started to gag. He quickly covered his mouth and looked pleadingly at Dan, who sped up. Once the door was open, Dan dragged Phil to the closest bathroom. Phil collapsed over it and began to heave, regret and pain taking over his senses.
He threw up until his stomach was empty and sore. Dan rubbed his back the entire time and gathered Phil in his arms once he was finished. Dan whipped Phil’s mouth with toilet paper, then flushed the toilet.
“Feeling any better?”
Phil nodded. “Remind me not to drink so much,” Phil groaned. “My stomach is killing me.”
Dan laughed softly. He snuck his hand under Phil’s shirt and let it rest on Phil’s stomach, rubbing it softly. “How about next time I come with you and make sure you don’t overdo it?”
Phil sighed quietly at Dan’s caring touches. He smiled. He’d take any excuse to take Dan along with him. “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.”
Dan smiled, pressing a kiss against Phil’s hair. Even though he loved taking care of Phil, he’d rather have the older man happy and healthy.
“Promise you’ll still care for me when I’m grouchy with a hangover tomorrow?” Phil pleaded.
summary: dan had plans. he was going to get in some much needed studying then finally hang out with his university friends. his body, however, had different plans
genre: fluff, sickfic
word count: 1046
warnings: nop!
A/N: i blame my parents for how late this is
Dan blearily opened his eyes, wincing at the light coming in. He was laying on top of his textbook at the breakfast bar. He didn’t remember falling asleep; one moment he had been studying, the next he was waking up in a blurry world of confusion. He rubbed his eyes, a dull ache behind them making it hard to properly wake up. He slowly sat back up, stretching his arms out before letting them fall to his sides.
Dan sighed, frustrated. He had once again fallen asleep while studying. He was desperate at this point; the test was in two days and he understood absolutely nothing. Dan searched the page for where he left off, but ended up having to start at the beginning.
As he read along, the words became fuzzier and fuzzier. They blended together like jumbles of ink splatters. His head felt like it was on a merry-go-round that was going too fast and he felt unusually warm. Dan stood up, deciding some water would help. Water was always the solution to unknown problems, after all. His legs felt weak and he stumbled a little on his way to the kitchen. He walked over to the cabinets, leaning heavily against the counter.
HIs hands were shaking as he reached up and grabbed a cup. Dan frowned. Why did he feel so weak? His muscles had a dull ache to them and Dan wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep. But he needed to study, having put it off for so long. He quickly drank his water and sat down, forcing himself to focus on the page.
He still couldn’t focus, however, and began to feel significantly worse. Giving up, Dan slammed his textbook close and rested his head in his hands. The ache behind his eyes had increased, becoming a steady drum beating in his skull.
He sluggishly stood up and headed to his room to give into the want to sleep. He felt woozy, shivering despite being too warm. His bed looked very inviting by the time he reached his room. It was a stabilizer to the spinning he felt. He climbed into t and wrapped the duvet tightly around his body, trying to still the shivering.
Dan fell in between consciousness and sleep, restlessly tossing and turning. He was distantly aware of the sun setting, but wasn’t awake enough to process what it meant. He blinked blearily at the darkened sky, then fully lost consciousness.
“Dan?”
There was someone knocking at his door. Dan frowned, curling up more.
“Dan, you said you’d go out with your friends tonight.” It was Phil.
Dan groaned, rolling over to face the door. He really didn’t want to get up.
“Come on, you haven’t hung out with them all year. You need to go,” Phil sighed, opening the door. He looked down at Dan, a frown across his face. “You’ve been sleeping all afternoon, anyways.”
Dan felt his stomach drop at Phil’s disappointed he expression. Not wanting to further disappoint Phil, Dan slowly pushed back the covers and got up.
“You’ve got an hour before they’ll be here,” Phil informed, before turning around and leaving.
Dan watched him go, then groaned and placed his head in his hands. He wasn’t feeling well at all and the idea of going out with friends made his head hurt even more. He had to do it though, to make Phil happy.
He slowly went through the process of getting himself ready. He slipped on better clothes and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair and make himself look more alive than he felt. Looking at his reflection, he could see the puffiness of his eyes and his flushed cheeks. Dan was sure someone would notice his sickly complexion sometime during the night. He kind of hoped they would so that he could go home and sleep.
Once Dan had fiddled with his hair enough and inevitably given up, he walked out to go wait in the lounge. Phil was on one of the chairs, typing away at his computer. He gave a brief smile to Dan, then went back to working. Dan chose to lay down on the couch, closing his eyes. The fever raged on inside of him, head pounding from it all.
“You can’t still be tired,” Phil commented.
Dan merely hummed in response. All he wanted to do was sleep peacefully on the couch.
“Dan? You alright?”
Dan didn’t respond, prompting Phil to get up and crouch down in front of him. Dan opened his eyes, looking pitifully up at Phil.
“Hey,” Phil whispered, “what’s wrong?”
“Don’t feel good,” Dan mumbled.
Phil placed his hand on Dan’s forehead. Sure enough, heat was radiating off of the boy, indicating a fever. Phil sighed, moving his hand so it was tangled in Dan’s hair.
“You wanna go back to bed?”
Dan nodded. As comfortable as the couch was, his bed was the softest thing ever known. Dan let Phil carefully pull him up and guide him back to his bed. Before he got in, Phil had him change into some sweatpants and a hoodie to help with the shivering.
Phil was helping Dan into bed when the doorbell rang. Phil looked back, then turned to Dan.
“I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well, alright? Then I’ll be back with some water.”
Phil left, leaving Dan to snuggle into his sweatshirt. He listened to Phil’s distant voice and let it ground him as he waited. The sounds of him moving around the apartment soothed Dan until he came back into the room, a glass of water in hand.
“Drink some of this, ok?”
Phil brought the glass to Dan’s lips, letting him take slow sips until he scrunched up his face, indicating that he had enough. Phil put the glass aside.
“I’ll be here for you until you feel better,” Phil promised, kissing Dan’s sweaty forehead.
Dan smiled. “Thank you.”
Phil nodded, letting his fingers find their way back to Dan’s hair. It had began to curl from the sweat, making Dan look adorable despite his sickly appearance. The two stayed in a comfortable silence, letting the noise of the city outside fill their conversations until Dan said,
summary: dan has been getting sick a lot recently, making phil worried (based off dan's 2010 surgery)
word count: 2090
genre: fluff, sickfic
warnings: mentions of vomiting
A/N: i can’t title help me
Dan didn’t think much of it at first. When his stomach started hurting after most meals, he brushed it off as bad university food. [add more here] He figured a weekend at Phil’s would help with food that didn’t taste questionable. After dinner, the two went to the lounge to watch a movie. Not too long into however, Dan’s stomach started feeling funny. Dan frowned, knowing what would come next. Phil noticed Dan shifting uncomfortably next to him.
“Dan? What’s wrong?” Phil asked.
Dan tried to ignore it. “I’m fine.”
Phil gave him a concerned look, but didn’t press on.
It didn’t take long before Dan’s stomach began to ache, much to Dan’s dismay. He couldn’t blame bad food on this one. He pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over his stomach, subtly trying to ease his stomachache. The pain worsened with each passing minute and Dan found himself unable to focus on the movie anymore. He didn’t want to worry Phil; it would only be a matter of time before he noticed, so Dan needed to find a way to relief the pain before Phil picked up on it.
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Dan excused himself, standing up and trying not to wince as the pain worsened.
“Do you need me to pause the movie?” Phil asked, glancing over at Dan.
Dan shook his head, then left to go to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he doubled over and clutched his stomach, face grimacing. This one felt worse than the usual stomach pains. He sat down on the floor, curling up as much as possible.
He planned to wait a couple minutes before going back out, yet he was too distracted by the pain to pay attention to how long he was in there. He only became aware of how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door.
“Dan? Are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for twenty minutes.”
Dan groaned; his stomach didn’t feel any better than when he first came in.
“What’s wrong?” Phil said, worry evident his voice.
Dan didn’t respond, hoping Phil would go away. He knew Phil wouldn’t leave, of course; he’d be an awful boyfriend if he did.
“Dan, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll have to pick the lock to get in.”
“No…” Dan whimpered, stomach cramping. Why did this stomachache have to feel so awful? Having a decent dinner with his boyfriend was supposed to help, not make it worse. Now Phil would find out about his stomachaches and force him to visit the doctor, something he couldn’t afford as a university student.
There was some noise with the door knob, signaling that Phil had resorted to picking the lock to get in. Dan hid his face against his legs, not wanting to see the worry on Phil’s face. The door swung open and nearly hit Dan. Phil stepped in, closing the door behind him and crouching down to Dan’s level.
“Dan, please talk to me,” Phil whispered, gently rubbing Dan’s back. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Dan shook his head. “My stomach hurts again.”
Phil frowned. “Again?”
Dan lifted his head. “It’s been hurting all week.”
This further worried Phil. Why hadn’t Dan told him about this sooner? “Does it come and go or has it constantly been there?”
“Only after I ate meals. I thought it was the university food, but I guess not.”
Phil could see how upset this was making Dan, so he decided to wait until later when he was feeling better to talk about it. He placed a hand on Dan’s cheek, letting the younger boy lean into it and close his eyes. “How about you go lay down in my bed while I go buy you some medicine, alright? We can talk about what to do later.”
Dan nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering back open as Phil removed his hand from Dan’s cheek. He helped Dan get to his bed, where the younger boy curled up with his arms around his stomach. Phil tucked him in and pressed a kiss to his head, promising to be back in ten minutes.
Phil waited until the next day to bring up going to the doctor. The two were cuddling on the couch, Dan settled between Phil’s legs. His head was resting on Phil’s chest with Phil’s arms tight around him.
“Hey Dan?”
Dan looked up at Phil, his fringe falling into his eyes.
“Do you think you should see a doctor about your stomach?”
Phil felt Dan instantly tense. He obviously didn’t want to go to the doctor, even though it would only get worse the longer he waited. “I really don’t want to. Can we just wait another week?”
Phil shook his head. “It’ll only get worse. I don’t mean to scare you Dan, but it could be something serious.”
Dan sighed, hiding his face in Phil’s chest. “I’ll go tomorrow, if it’ll make you happy.”
Phil smiled, kissing Dan’s hair. “It would. I want my boyfriend happy and healthy.”
“Ew, you’re being sappy.”
Phil lifted Dan’s head and began planting kisses over his face, making Dan scrunch his noise. “Yes, I am,” Phil said teasingly between kisses. “Because I love you.”
“Noo,” Dan giggled, face turning pink. “Stop it.”
Phil planted a kiss on Dan’s nose, then on his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Dan sigh contently. “Never.”
Dan pulled away, looking fondly at Phil. “I love you too.” He leaned back in, the two getting lost in each other.
A week later, however, the two found themselves in A&E. Dan was staring at the ground, a hand pressed against his stomach. Even with the pills prescribed from the doctor, Dan’s stomachaches became more frequent and painful. It had gotten to the point where Dan was skipping meals to avoid the pain that came after them. Phil had been worried the entire time, insisting that Dan stayed at his place until he got better. Dan hadn’t gone to class at all, instead spending most of the day curled up in Phil’s bed with stomach pains. Phil drew the line when Dan had thrown up his lunch.
“Is your stomach feeling any better now?” Phil leaned over and whispered. He was a bit conscious of the looks they were getting, considering they were two young adults with matching haircuts and skinny jeans.
Dan shrugged. “Not really. But it’s not as bad as when I threw up.”
Phil sighed. Dan was obviously upset about having to come to the A&E, not to mention how unwell he felt. The only thing they could hope for now was that they could get in and out as quickly as possible.
Eventually, Dan was called back. After some examination and discussion, the doctor concluded that Dan would need surgery. It was a simple one that wouldn’t take long, meaning Dan would be out sooner. It was scheduled for tomorrow, meaning Dan would have to stay overnight. Unfortunately, Phil wouldn’t be allowed to stay once visiting hours were over. Knowing Dan was in safe hands and he’d be called if anything went wrong, Phil kissed Dan before reluctantly leaving.
The surgery went well for Dan, and when Phil arrived, Dan was already awake and feeling much better. At least, that’s what Phil assumed. Dan was very loopy from the amount of morphine he received. It was hard to understand much of what he was saying, or even to get him to understand what was being said to him. Dan slept on and off through the day, Phil always by his side, occasionally waking up to talk gibberish. Phil didn’t mind; he thought Dan was awfully cute. Then again, when didn’t he?
In the evening, Dan was a bit more coherent, so the doctors talked to them about what was going to happen next.
“He’ll have to stay a few more days to make sure everything is going fine, and he’ll have lots of pills to take, but other than that he should be fine. The surgery was simple enough and as long as there’s no complications, he’ll be out of here in no time.”
Phil nodded intently as the doctor spoke, while Dan stared at him through glossy eyes. He understood what the doctor was saying and at the same time didn’t. He concluded that he would simply have Phil take care of whatever it was. With that thought, and no regards to the doctor who was still speaking, Dan turned back over and fell asleep.
“I’m hungry.”
Phil looked up from his phone to see Dan laying on his side, pouting. He raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t you eat two hours ago?”
Dan sighed, flopping on his back. “Yeah but that was gross hospital food. I would barely even call it a meal.”
Phil wasn’t too surprised Dan was complaining about being hungry; he had seen the meal size and it wasn’t very satisfying. Not to mention, Dan was still growing and ate a lot. Phil would know. Dan has proven that he can eat half of Phil’s food in two days. “Well, I don’t think you can get a second lunch here.”
“Not that I want any,” Dan grumbled, crossing his arms. “I miss real food. The kind you’d dress up fancy and go to an overpriced restaurant for.”
Phil rolled his eyes fondly at Dan’s dramatics. “Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to leave the hospital to visit such restaurants.”
Dan smiled slightly. “Well, there is such thing as fast food restaurants.”
Phil raised his eyebrows again.
Dan rolled over, giving Phil his best puppy eyes. “Will you be a kind boyfriend and get me McDonald’s?”
“No way, Dan,” Phil said, trying his best to sound stern. “That’s too risky.”
“It’ll be fine, you can wrap it up in a jacket. It won’t hurt me, if that’s what you’re worried about. My tummy’s fine now.”
Phil tried to stay stern, but the sad eyes and way Dan was pouting was making his heart ache.
“Phil,” Dan whined, “please?”
It wasn’t fair. Dan was too cute and Phil was too in love to say no. He stood up, giving in. “Fine.”
Dan’s face lit up into a big smile, making Phil’s heart squeeze with affection. “I love you Philly!”
Phil sighed, leaning down and giving Dan a kiss. “Love you too. But if I get caught it’s your fault.”
Dan shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Now go get me some food.”
Phil left, shaking his head in exasperation. Dan waited restlessly for him to return, his stomach begging him for food. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, Phil returned with a jacket bundle that held the holy greasiness that was McDonald’s food. Dan made grabby hands for it, mouth watering with anticipation.
“Jeez, Dan calm down,” Phil snickered. He handed Dan the bundle, letting him unravel it to reveal a McDonald’s bag.
Dan tore open the bag and pulled out the burger container. He opened it and picked up the burger, taking a bite. He moaned. “God, this tastes like heaven.”
Phil watched with great amusement as Dan savored the preservative-packed burger like it was a five star meal. “Do you need a moment with your burger?”
“Shut up. You’d do the same thing if you tasted the hospital food here.” He practically inhaled the rest of his burger, then flopped back against the bed.
“There’s some fries in there as well,” Phil pointed out.
Dan’s eyes widened and he snatched up the bag, pulling out the fries. “You’re an angel,” he said breathlessly.
Phil snorted. “You’re welcome. Now share some with me.”
Dan held out the fries, allowing Phil to grab some. The two ate their fries in silence. Dan finished the fries off as fast as the burger, stuffing the empty container into the bag. “Seriously, Phil, thank you for that.”
Phil smiled, standing up so he could drop a kiss on Dan’s forehead. “Anything for you.”
Dan pretended to be disgusted, but his pink cheeks betrayed him.
“Now do me a favor and keep getting better, alright?”
Dan smiled softly. “I will.” He took Phil’s hand in his own, looking down like he always did whenever he said something affectionate. “I have you, after all. I know you’ll take care of me.”
And he was right. Phil would always be there for him, and Dan would do it right back. All because they loved each other.
summary: dan eats too much candy, but luckily there’s phil
genre: fluff, sickfic
word count: 1385
warnings: lil mentions abt vomiting but none in this one
A/N: yea i started a sickfic series. sue me. they’re all already planned out so hopefully i can post these consistently
The two were at a famous candy shop in Manchester where one good sample candies available for purchase by buying a sample pass at the counter. Phil had made it his job to make Dan try every candy, knowing it would be a long time before Dan could come back again. Besides, who wouldn’t want to sample hundreds of candy? Dan certainly did. He practically begged Phil to buy the sample pass once he learned about it. Dan eagerly ate the candy samples; there was everything from chocolate bars to pure sugar to classic treats like lollipops.
Dan rated the candy after each sample, to which Phil teased him about being a food critic. Most candies received a high score, except for the occasional bitter ones or ones that were spicy. Neither noticed how Dan began to slow down, hesitatingly eating the candy. Dan didn’t think much about the sore feeling developing in his abdomen. He was standing behind Phil when the sore feeling increased into an ache he couldn’t ignore.
“Phil?”
Phil turned from the candy he was looking at to see Dan standing there with a hand on his stomach.
"My tummy hurts."
He had sad brown eyes and Phil almost cooed out loud. "Too much candy?"
Dan nodded, wincing as pain flooded his abdomen.
"Aww you poor thing," Phil said, gently grabbing Dan’s shoulder. "How about I buy you your favorite candy and then we go back to my place. I'll make you some tea for your tummy and we can watch movies."
Dan nodded again. Tea sounded really nice with the way his stomach was aching right now. The two walked over and picked out the candy Dan had liked the best, Phil keeping a hand on Dan the entire time. The line to checkout was relatively short, thankfully, and the two were quickly out of there. Outside of the building, Dan grabbed Phil’s hand. The two began to walk back to Phil’s place, settling in a comfortable silence filled by the city noise around them.
Halfway there, however, Dan grabbed Phil's arm, stopping him.
"Dan?" Phil stared at him, confused. He had a hand clutching his stomach and Phil could see clenching his jaw tight.
"I-I need to sit down."
Worried that Dan might throw up, Phil guided Dan over near a trash can. Dan leaned on Phil as he slouched over, trying to ease his upset stomach.
"Do you want me to call a taxi?" Phil offered, putting an arm around Dan to help support him.
"Can you? Walking makes me nauseous."
Phil pulled out his phone and called the taxi, who estimated that they'd be there in five minutes. He hung up and turned to Dan. "Is the nausea still there?"
"Not as bad as it was when we were walking." He snuggled into Phil's side, relishing in the warmth. It was nearing the end of the year, meaning the days were getting shorter and colder. Both boys were wrapped up in their thickest hoodies to try to combat the increasingly cold winter air. Even though neither liked the cold, it made for a good excuse to cuddle.
Five minutes later, as predicted, the cab pulled up and the two headed back to Phil's place. During the ride, they playfully argued about who's fault it was for Dan's stomachache. The bantering continued even as the got out of the cab.
"You were the one fed me all those chocolates," Dan argued as they entered the house. “You should have been more careful about how much I ate.”
Phil closed the door behind him, the last gust of cold air ruffling up his hair. ”You were the one who was so eager to try each one," Phil countered, "Now go sit on the couch while I make you some tea."
Dan stuck his tongue out childishly at Phil but obeyed him and headed into the lounge. He flopped onto the too small couch with his feet pressed up against the couch arm. His stomach protested at the movement and he groaned, placing a hand on his stomach. He hadn’t expected to eat so much candy; he figured only a couple of pieces would be enough to satisfy his curiosity about the place. But his sweet tooth had gotten the better of him and he almost tried all the candy until his stomach reminded him that there was a price to pay for eating that much candy. It didn’t help that all the candy really was sweet like it had been advertised as. It had been too good to resist.
“Phil,” Dan whined, bored and trying to ignore his aching stomach.
“I’m coming, hold on,” Phil yelled from the kitchen. A moment later, he walked in the room balancing a cup of tea and some movies.
Dan smiled, reaching out to grab the mug. He sat up a bit to drink it, enjoying the warmth as it settled in his stomach. It was peppermint that not only was supposed to soothe his stomach but also gave him wintery vibes. “Tastes good, thank you.”
Phil placed a quick kiss on Dan’s hair. “You’re welcome. Hopefully that’ll ease your tummy ache.”
Dan nodded in agreement, sipping more of the tea.
“So which movie do you want watch first?” Phil asked, showing Dan the movies. They were ones that were easy to watch, like Studio Ghibli and Disney. All of them both had seen before, yet loved enough to watch repeatedly.
As usual, Dan choose a Studio Ghibli movie for their first one. Phil walked over to the tv and put it in, Dan continuing to sip on his tea. His stomach was still hurting, the tea having yet to take affect. Phil returned to the couch with the remote in hand. He lifted Dan’s legs and placed them on his lap. Dan snuggled into Phil’s side, relishing in his warmth.
Dan had finished his tea by the time Phil pressed play on the menu. He placed the mug down, settling in to watch the movie. He smiled as he watched the familiar first scene.
Halfway through the movie, Dan turned to Phil. “Hey Phil?”
Phil looked at him, not bothering to pause the movie.
“Can you, um,” Dan mumbled, almost too quiet for Phil to hear, “rub my tummy? It’s still hurting.”
Phil smiled, heart clenching at how adorable Dan was.
“I mean, you don’t have to, it’s just something my mum would do and it always made me feel better.” Dan’s face was flustered, embarrassed that he sounded childish.
“Of course I can, silly,” Phil reassured. If it would help Dan, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Not that he minded doing it anyway. He slid his hand under Dan’s hoodie, his stomach warm and soft. He began to rub gentle circles across it as Dan had asked.
Dan felt the pain ease up, warmth and comfort replacing it. He sighed, melting under Phil’s touch.
Phil giggled as he felt the younger boy relaxing. “Enjoying it?”
“It feels nice. You should consider getting a career in it.” Dan let out a yawn.
Phil rolled his eyes, tickling Dan’s tummy a bit for that comment. He felt Dan’s stomach squirm against the ticklish feeling, a smile big enough to make his dimples pop appearing on his face. “I think I’ll pass on that.”
Dan yawned again, a hand coming up in a weak attempt to cover it.
Phil giggled at Dan’s drooping eyelids. He was far too cute for Phil’s heart. “Is this making you sleepy?”
Dan nodded, blinking slowly. “It always does.” He remembered falling asleep mid afternoon while his mother was rubbing his stomach and waking up later to discover that most of the day had passed. Sometimes, his mother would rub his stomach to get him to nap or fall asleep at night. It worked without fail no matter how hard young Dan tried to fight it.
Phil cooed at the sight of his drowsy boyfriend. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dan’s forehead, hand still rubbing circles on his tummy. Dan’s eyes fell shut at the sensation of Phil’s lips on his forehead.
“Sleep well, love,” Phil whispered. He watched as Dan’s breathing slowly evened out, his stomachache long forgotten, until he was in a peaceful sleep.
summary: phil is hit with a cold right after finishing filming the christmas interactive adventure
genre: fluff, sickfic
word count: 792
warnings: nope
A/N: this one was a bit harder to write due to lack of inspiration but i did it anyway!
They had finished filming the last Christmas interactive video when Phil began to notice that something was wrong. His head felt dizzy and his nose felt stuffed up. He frowned, shivering from the winter wind that picked up. Dan noticed the way Phil was shivering, his cheeks and nose stained pink.
“Let’s go back inside, it’s really cold out here,” Dan suggested, picking up the camera.
Phil nodded silently and followed Dan back inside. The warmth greeted them as they stepped in, however Phil still was shivering. He took off his coat and laid on the couch, resting his heavy head on it. Dan followed him over, kneeling in front of him.
“Phil? Are you feeling alright?” Dan asked.
Phil shrugged. His mind felt sluggish like he was wading through a swamp.
Dan frowned at Phil’s response. Phil was blinking slowly and looked unfocused, not even able to give a proper reply. “I’m gonna get your mom; you stay here.”
Phil watched Dan leave the room, then closed his eyes. His throat was starting to feel scratchy now. It seemed the only relief was going to be from sleep, which was currently tugging at his mind. He let it envelope itself over his senses and his breathing slowed down.
“Phil, sweetie, can you wake up for me?”
Phil whimpered as the motherly voice cut through his sleep-like state. A hand pressed itself against his forehead, clearing away some of the fogginess. Phil reluctantly opened his eyes and saw his mother in front of him, Dan looking worried behind her.
“You have a fever. What all hurts?”
“Head, throat,” Phil mumbled. His throat didn’t feel too bad right now, but he knew it would be worse later.
His mother hummed. “I’ll go get you some medicine. Sounds like you have a cold.” His mother stood up and left, leaving Dan and Phil alone. Dan frowned at Phil, concern written across his face.
“Here,” Dan said, moving to stand in front of him, “lift your head for a few seconds.”
Phil did as Dan said, allowing the younger boy to sit down so that Phil’s head would be in his lap. Phil nuzzled into Dan’s thigh, his head pounding.
Dan ran his fingers through Phil’s hair, combing through the tangles and comforting the ill man. “Did the sickness come out of nowhere or have you been feeling bad all morning?” Dan asked, worried that Phil had been ill while they were filming.
“Head starting hurting after filming,” Phil mumbled, “and it all went downhill from there.” He leaned into Dan’s hand and sighed.
“Alright, I’ve got you your medicine and some water to take it with.” Phil’s mother walked back into the room and set the items on the coffee table. “I trust Dan will be taking care of you?”
Dan nodded; he planned on staying by Phil’s side until his was better.
Phil’s mother smiled. “Hopefully if he takes the medicine now he won’t feel as bad later. I’m going to do some last minute christmas shopping, but I should be back in time for dinner.”
“I’ll make sure Phil doesn’t suffer too much,” Dan promised, “Have fun with your shopping.”
Phil’s mother thanked him, then left the room to head out.
Dan leaned over Phil and grabbed what Phil’s mom had brought, preparing to force Phil to take it.
“Phil, can you sit up so you can take the medicine?”
Phil whined, hiding his face from Dan. His head felt like it would explode if he moved an inch.
“You need to do this so you won’t feel as bad when the sickness really hits later,” Dan said sternly, “Please, Philly?”
Giving into his weakness of cute nicknames, Phil reluctantly sat up. He leaned against Dan’s chest, exhausted from the small movement. He took the pill and water glass Dan had, slipping the pill inside his mouth and drinking the water to wash it down. His throat ached from swallowing, though the cool water did help soothe it. Once he was done, he handed the glass back to Dan, who placed it back on the coffee table.
“Can I have a kiss?” Phil asked, giving Dan his saddest eyes.
Dan rolled his eyes, but kissed him anyway. “Needy. Now lie back down and get some rest.”
Phil shifted until his head was back in Dan’s lap, Dan’s hand coming up to play with his hair again. Phil relaxed, letting the soothing touch and general comfort of Dan carrying him to sleep. He might have been sick, but he knew Dan would care for him no matter what.
And when Dan skyped him two weeks later with a stuffy nose and sounding like a goose, Phil was there for him to whine to.
