Summary: Dan goes to search for Phil after he hasn't returned to their reef, he finds him in danger but thankfully saves him. They get revenge on those who endangered him and in the end Phil gives Dan something to show how much he loves him, which in turn emphasises how much Dan loves Phil.
A mermaid au inspired by the Phantasy Calendar shoot.
Being with you feels like home (ao3) - CheekyLittleShipper_14
Summary: Phil gets a call from a fellow youtuber who wants to collab with him. But Dan tells him that he shouldn't associate himself with that person. Dan doesn't know how to tell Phil that that person makes weird videos about Phil so he tells him that he shouldn't get in touch with that person whose name is Blake. It ended up in them having a fight, but even though they are not well in their personal life, they still have to attend to parties which they were invited to. Flash forward to Phil getting drunk because him and Dan was still not on good terms and they are still not talking to each other. Phil ended up getting harassed by Blake who was also invited to the party and Dan being a protective boyfriend.
Breathless (ao3) - Phandiction
Summary: This is an alternative, chaptered ending to my fic Powerless
don't wanna fight the fall (ao3) - sapphicbuckley
Summary: dan's love for phil overtakes everything else, even when they're faced with homophobia. set during their 2010 blackpool trip.
everything he deserves (ao3) - red-string-of-phate (milo_greyby)
Summary: Phil was wronged and Dan has to make it right.
feeding issues (ao3) - antiadvil
Summary: Phil learns that his issues with food might have a name.
I Wouldn’t Wish for Anything Else (ao3) - qouqou
Summary: Phil’s new year’s resolution is to join Dan at the gym. Oh, and they finally get to watch the gay hockey show.
Just A Scrape (ao3) - gaydreaming
Summary: Phil falls off stage at the Terrible Influence Tour and minorly injures his leg. It should feel like nothing, but after the long string of medical emergencies that he's suffered, Dan can't help but panic.
Just Add Water (ao3) - Sealonwheels
Summary: Phil’s tail was an iridescent, royal blue. It cut through the water at lightning speed and was strong enough to ward off overly curious sharks. It was terrifying, beautiful, and disappeared the moment he was completely dry.
One of Those Days (ao3) - cats_with_no_tails
Summary: Based on the anecdote from Dan’s birthday stream that Phil dropped his ice cream and cried, featuring Autistic Phil + Dan comforting him during a meltdown.
The Beeping Penthouse (ao3) - gaydreaming
Summary: Set during the events of How Phil Nearly Died. Dan does his best to take care of Phil after their traumatic day, despite being terrified himself. As is to be expected, things dissolve into softness and silliness rather quickly, until they're both able to feel okay again.
The Protective Dan Chronicles (ao3) - CheeIsntOnFire
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Gambler Dan Howell, Barkeep Phil Lester, Historical, Strangers to Lovers, Sexual Content, Mentions of Violence, Letters Home
Summary:
He never meant to stay.
A man who makes his coin at the tables, Dan's learned the hard way not to stick around after pocketing his winnings. Then he met a fragile barman and everything changed.
Summary: Dan recalls Phil’s spiral down into a psychotic fit. I tried to make this as brutally honest as possible but there’ll be more fluff in later chapters.
Quote: I feel like such an imposter. I've felt like that so many times since I started youtube but now it's worse than ever. Now not only am I pretending to be funny, smart and interesting enough to deserve the attention of six million subscribers but I'm also caught not being adult enough or responsible or I don't know, something enough to be able to take care of Phil during the one time he couldn't take care of himself.
Genre: heavy angst
Word count: 2069
Triggers: mental illness, schizophrenia (implied), near death, suicide attempt (kind of, not really), kissing, vomit, termites, hallucinations
Hello Internet,
I haven't posted any real danisnotonfire videos over the past two weeks but I think that's fair, considering. Phil comes home tomorrow. This is the first time I've really tried to form any cohesive thoughts but I do have a bunch of little clips that I filmed in minute or two spurts while everything was happening. I guess I'll string those together rather than have to reiterate everything I said. I know it's unprofessional but I've spent so much time trying to be mature and in control recently that I don't want to make a neat video, okay?
- - - wednesday
Hello Internet
I tried to visit Phil today but he was in too much of a drugged up stupor for me to really talk to him. His left wrist was bandaged where they say he bit at his wrist hard enough to make it bleed, muttering something about letting them out. They sedated him and wrapped up his wrist. It hurt to see that even here he could get hurt. What was even more disturbing was remembering how afraid Phil is of blood. I can't imagine what horrors exist in his mind that made biting his damn wrist open seem like his only option.
They're starting him on clozapine. It's an atypical antipsychotic, which got explained to me really slowly. I could feel the doctor trying to think about how she could break it down for the 6'3 man-child dressed in black skinny jeans with tear rimmed eyes standing in front of her. I could tell she thought I was hysterical, which was slightly true, but I still wanted to try to understand everything. Since now I'm in charge of Phil's destiny or whatever I had to sign off that they could basically give him any medicine they thought he needed.
I feel like such an imposter. I've felt like that so many times since I started youtube but now it's worse than ever. Now not only am I pretending to be funny, smart and interesting enough to deserve the attention of six million subscribers but I'm also caught not being adult enough or responsible or I don't know, something enough to be able to take care of Phil during the one time he couldn't take care of himself. This is nothing like his overdramatic colds where I just have to make him tea. I don't have anything to compare this to. The doctor and my mirror can see right through me, I'm just hoping the sedatives blur Phil's mind enough to think that I'm worthy of being in charge of his care.
PJ came over and cleaned the kitchen for me then made me eat some soup. He just left. I think I'm going to try not to dream about the way that the white bandage on his wrist was ever so slightly tinted pink even through all the cloth.
- - - thursday
Hello Internet,
When I went into the hospital Phil freaked out. I'd never seen the blue in his eyes look as stony as it did there, with his face contorted into the type of rage that I never dreamed of associating with Phil. I don't know why he was so angry at me, or what he saw me as. I don't understand any of this but he screamed at me to fucking go back to hell. I can count the amount of times I've heard Phil say fuck on two hands and one of them was during a tongue twister that kind of tricks you into saying it and at least six of the others were bedroom related.
It's kind of a joke, me trying to get Phil to swear. I guess I win. He's swearing. I just never imagined Phil could be like this. After a while of him shouting they made me leave. I don't know if I wanted to stay or not. I wanted to be there for Phil, yes of course, but seeing him so angry with me for something that I can't even begin to understand made me nauseous.
I've been on tumblr all evening, trying to distract myself. First I read over all the information packets on psychotic episodes that they gave me but then I just wanted to not think. It didn't really work but I didn't have another choice. Anyways I'm going to try to sleep.
- - - friday
I'm drunk.
Oh yeah, Hello Internet,
I'm drunk.
We had some tequila and I needed it to be able to think about today.
I thought I was nauseous yesterday but that was nothing compared to today.
Phil hid behind his bed when I came into his dorm there. I tried to say hi and he just–
He yelped and shook and begged me not to touch him. I ran out of the room. I couldn't stay there. I know that this is so much worse for him than it is for me but that doesn't help me keep any food down. Watching someone that you love as much as I love Phil in this much pain, and to think that you're causing it is indescribable.
I want to say that I'm going back purely for Phil but I don't know, I just don't know. I was always the selfish one, wasn't I?
- - - saturday
Hello Internet,
I went to visit Phil today, obviously. He seemed to recognize me at first and dragged me into his room. I was so excited that he was excited to see me, as selfish as that is, so I just let him prattle on about how the doctors here are trying to poison him. I couldn't even argue with him because I didn't want him to be mad at me. We talked for the entire hour I was allowed to be there. Well, more like he talked and I tried to resist jumping over the table and trying to hold him until the world fixes itself.
I just want to hold onto him, but I know that he's too skittish and scared and I tried to touch his forearm and he jumped so hugging is out of the question. He used to love hugs, you should have seen him once the cameras stopped rolling, he's the sweetest, most huggable person there is. Or he was? I don't know. I don't want to admit that my Phil is gone but I can't find him either.
- - - sunday
Hello Internet,
I wasn't allowed to visit him today so Louise dragged me out to see a movie. It was nice, but I can't help but feel guilty for enjoying something when Phil is stuck in that awful place with those awful misfirings in his amazing brain. I know this isn't fair, and by I know I mean Louise scolded me for half an hour about being too hard on myself but I don't know.
Anyways.
- - - monday
Hello Internet,
The clozapine worked! Sort of.
When I went to see Phil he was coherent. He told me he loved me. He then tried to stand up, to hug me no less, and passed out. Apparently, the medicine can make you extremely dizzy. Normally they would keep him on this anyways, at least until they could switch him to something else, but once he hit the ground he started convulsing and they realized that he was having a really dangerous reaction. Instead of fixing his brain it started causing seizures, so they had to take him off.
It hurts so much knowing that he had a moment of clarity and I'm the one signing the damn paper telling them that, no, I want them to hurl him back into that terrifying place he tried so hard to escape from. The doctors told me that it was the right thing to do, but still. I'm sending him back into that terrifying place.
- - - friday
They switched to risperidone on tuesday and I've been allowed to stay for longer visits, so I haven't been making these little updates every day. I feel like I'm flying. He's not perfect, to be completely honest he looks empty, but empty is better than afraid. Right? He's telling the doctors that he feels safe and I know he's not back yet, but his wrist is only a scar now and he's not shaking with fear. He's okay, or he's becoming okay. I don't know, but he doesn't look so scared and he recognizes me. He's a little cold, but the doctors say if he stays stable we can add some antidepressants.
I'm still worried about him but I want him stable and if they say that this is stable then it's good enough for me. And he can come home tomorrow!
- - - monday
Phil's asleep. There's something wrong with him. He hardly talks. He's functioning so well, so the doctors are telling me that nothing is wrong and I don't want to argue. He just looks like someone's lobotomized him. It's eery, but none of the doctors will listen to me saying that something's wrong because he's doing all the things that he needs to do, checking off all the little boxes on their charts, but something is very wrong.
- - - wednesday
Phil's in the hospital again. He tried to slit his fucking wrists. He's physically fine now, I found him before he got too far so he's back in the psychiatric hospital. Apparently, the voices are still there. I'm so angry that no one listened to me and now he has six stitches in his arm. Now the doctor explained to me that the vacant looks were probably from the "mask face" side effects from risperidone and that picking up on that could have clued us in on Phil's reaction.
He kept talking but that was where I stopped listening.
Clued us in.
US
I knew and he wouldn't listen to me. I should have fought, Phil deserves someone to fight for him.
- - - thursday
Now he's on a mix of seroquel for the disease that they're now comfortable calling schizophrenia, (I didn't even have time to be upset about that scary diagnosis when everything was already so scary), and prozac for depression and anxiety. I protested that before this Phil wasn't depressed but a nice nurse explained to me that antidepressants are often used as a stepping stone for schizophrenic patients and once they stabilize and start to recover some of them can be taken off of everything but the antipsychotics.
I don't understand how the old nurse, Leah, can be so sweet and optimistic. It seems like being around sick, terrified people and their upset, terrified families would suck the life out of you but she's been amazing since Phil first came in. I couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay in this place. I still pray, not even to god but just to the universe I guess, that this was all a bad dream and that Phil would just kiss me awake or trip in the kitchen so I could come catch him stealing my goddamn cereal.
But until then we have to learn how to survive because there's no other option. That was what Leah told me when I'd started sobbing while asking her why she came back and I guess it's true. Whenever something horrible happens you just learn to live with the unimaginable. That's what I'm trying to do here.
- - - monday
Today is the first day I've visited Phil since thursday. Friday they said he was still adjusting to the withdrawals and that it would be better for me to leave but then on saturday I came in and he was in group! I never thought I would be this proud of Phil for sitting in a room playing an empathy game with ten other hospital patients but I'm so proud. Usually, he would panic part way through or just refuse to go.
Today when I visited him he seemed the most normal that I'd seen him for months. He was still anxious but he complained about the food and asked about his houseplants. I caught him watching something behind me intently but he didn't freak out about it.
Leah told me later, after the doctor gave me a bullshit answer, that he might still experience these hallucinations for a little while but him learning that they weren't real and not reacting to them was incredibly important. She explained to me that recovering was going to be more than just medication and gave me a few more links to read up on.
- - - tuesday
Phil is coming home tomorrow! This time, even if he still has symptoms, he seems like himself. It's hard, for me at least guys, not to be cynical but this time feels different. I'm obviously nervous but I'm so excited to be able to interact with him without nurses doing their safety checks every ten minutes. I've definitely learned that hospitals are helpful but I can't imagine anyone goes back to feeling completely normal there.
I haven't felt at peace for months now and I still don't, at all really. I don't actually have a great way to end that sentence. I normally edit out those types of lines or reshoot but I haven't been editing these so I guess I'll just say, I'm not at peace but at least he's coming home.
Thank you so much for reading! This narrative is really close to my heart and based off of real experiences and I think it’s important to show mental illness without romanticizing it too much. That’s what I really tried to do here.
Summary: Sometimes Phil’s clumsiness worries Dan more than it entertains him.
because (& other words we use too much) (ao3) - readerbeware
Summary: Phil Lester looks for love in all the wrong places.
Break a leg (or an arm) (ao3) - liefde
Summary: Dan is doing a live show and is maybe 25 minutes in when he hears Phil yell his name in distress. The people who watched the live show say they've never seen someone move so quickly.
Doctor Appointments - doomedhowell
Summary: Things go wrong at a doctor appointment when Dan discovers that they’re doctor is homophobic, and causes a scene.
Five Times Dan Got Jealous… (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze
Summary: …And the one time jealousy was the last thing on his mind, ft. collabs, puppies, misunderstandings, unbuttoned shirts, twitter selfies, and a happily ever after.
Gay Is Not Okay - danalingphil
Summary: Phil starts flirting with a random guy in a coffee shop, and a few other guys beat him up for being gay. He goes home to Dan, who doesn’t know about his sexuality, and has to explain what happened.
if my heart was a house (you'd be home) (ao3) - stylinshaw
Summary: In which Phil comes home from the gym sick and tired and Dan is concerned and protective.
I’m Hurt, But I’ll Be Fine - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Phil starts going out with one of his friends, and while he seems to be completely in love with her… Dan doesn’t like her, and is very protective of his friend. Things go from bad to worse when Dan finds Phil’s girlfriend with another man.
Lactose Intolerance (ao3) - Band_obsessed
Summary: Dan and Phil being a bit concerned that something might be more serious with Phil’s stomachaches until he goes to the doctor. Maybe Dan convincing him to finally go?
Noise (Good Ending) (ao3) - Huffleclawrox
Summary: Dan loves Phil and takes care of him while he recovers. Phil is thankful and comes to him one night during a thunderstorm.
Pins And Needles (ao3) - huphilpuffs
Summary: Phil doesn’t enjoy getting his flu jab.
Poster Boy (ao3) - CapriciousCrab
Summary: ~When Phil gets called out for his lack of involvement, Dan gets upset~
He loops his arms around Dan's neck and steps a little closer, and Dan knows what he's trying to do. He's trying to distract him, to jolly him out of his anger. And it might have worked until Dan realized that Phil knew why he was pissed, that he must have seen...
Protective Punk (ao3) - WordsAblaze
Summary: Dan and Phil are on the run when Dan's rival shows up to get revenge, through Phil... A Pastel!Phil and Punk!Dan phan oneshot, enjoy!
restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder
Summary: the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.
I’m looking for a fic that I was just reading on tumblr it was about dan being jealous several times I think the title was soemthing like “the 7 times dan was jealous and once..” it featured him being jealous of puppies when they went to visit a shelter, someone phil collabed with, and the last one I read was bc phil was texting someone the whole time instead of paying attention to dan then he tweeted about how great it is when you find someone you can spend hours on end hanging and dan lost it
Five Times Dan Got Jealous… (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze
Summary: …And the one time jealousy was the last thing on his mind, ft. collabs, puppies, misunderstandings, unbuttoned shirts, twitter selfies, and a happily ever after. Enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester
Additional Tags: Sick Fic, 5 Times, self indulgent fluff, Friends to Lovers, but its kind of in the background lol
Series: Part 2 of nanowrimo 2017
Summary:
Dan scoffed so violently that the driver looked at them strangely in the mirror. He leaned his mouth toward Phil’s ear and spoke quietly. “Phil Lester you are the worst patient in the entire fucking world, and I don’t know who told you any different you fucking rat.”
Phil chuckled a little before it turned into a cough. “I just don’t want to be a bother,” he said softly. “I can deal with stuff on my own.” He reached up and smoother the crease between Dan’s eyebrows, his blue eyes foggy but fond. “I always have.”
“Well you don’t have to, you idiot,” Dan’s voice was almost a whisper. “That’s what I’m here for.” His brown eyes were piercing and Phil felt warm, not in a way that wasn’t caused by fever. They may not have said it yet, but when Dan murmured things like that, it felt a lot like I love you.
“Thank you,” Phil whispered back and Dan smiled a little, his dimple winking in the dim light of the cab.
“Always.” He said back, chuckling a bit. “You’re never getting rid of me.”
Phil didn’t want to.
or
4 times Phil didn’t let himself be taken care of and 1 time he did
Summary: Dan recalls Phil’s spiral down into a psychotic fit. I tried to make this as brutally honest as possible but there’ll be more fluff in later chapters.
Quote: I can't believe that I was sat at dinner complaining about a lack of sex when Phil was going through hell on earth, and I didn't even understand. I still don't, to be honest.
Genre: heavy angst
Word count: 2069
Triggers: mental illness, schizophrenia (implied), near death, suicide attempt (kind of, not really), kissing, vomit, termites, hallucinations
Uh, hello internet I guess
AmazingPhil's channel has always been filled with stories about strange people he's met or other bizarre little occurrences. He's a magnet for the unusual. It makes sense, in a lot of ways, as he's unusual himself. He's always been an imaginative person, and maybe that was why I never noticed. I knew Phil as this incredible, happy, brilliant, amazing man and maybe that was my problem. I'd spent so much of my life idolizing him that I struggled to see the cracks forming in his foundation. I don't know... I don't know if I'll ever be able to post this but I just need to talk.
- - -
Phil's weird stories had started to clump up. That afternoon he was telling me about a strange man "woofing" in his ear, and making me laugh. We were sat on the couch, his head leaning on my shoulder. Still giggling, I tackled him onto the couch. I couldn't help it. He just looked so happy. I was always jealous of that, of his happiness. Whenever I ended up crying on the floor because I was hopelessly upset about nothing, in particular, I envied him. I wanted to see what it was like inside his brain.
Anyways, we were kissing, and before long he tried to flip us over. He succeeded, but he also managed to roll us off the couch. I landed rather softly and couldn't be bothered to care, especially not when he started to plant kisses on my neck. I promise this story has a purpose other than kissing, I just, I--It's hard to talk, uh. But, we were kissing until he froze. He tilted his head to the side as if trying to hear something. Something about Phil's look told me to be quiet. Before long he shook his head and we went back to kissing.
I let myself forget about how strange that was almost immediately. There just wasn't any reason to worry. He seemed fine. I have to tell myself that no one could have seen what was going to happen next. I can't--I can't deal with the regret. I, I'm sorry.
Okay, I can do this. I need to do this.
It took another month for me to notice something else happening. I suppose there might have been other, little signs but this was the next really important thing. I'd woken up, for some reason, and Phil was gone. I decided to go see if he'd just decided to sleep in his own bed. I know it's dumb, but I get nervous when I don't know where Phil is. He was always so good about that. Anyways, sorry, so I was walking down the hall when I heard it. It was quiet but I could make out what sounded like Phil arguing with someone. I couldn't make out the words but he sounded really upset and I felt weird about eavesdropping. If Phil had woken up in the middle of the night to go make this call it felt wrong to try to figure out what he was saying.
But who am I kidding? Of course, I wanted to know.
I tiptoed over so I was standing by the door and could just barely peek through the crack. He was saying things like, "no... no I can't... you need to leave... leave me alone... shut up," and I couldn't guess who he was talking to. I moved a little closer to try and make out the mumbling I heard between those words when I heard him jump to his feet. I panicked and ran back to my room as quietly as I could. I hid under the blankets until Phil came to lay next to me. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to confront him. I know, it was cowardly.
After that, little things kept happening. He started to be missing from the bed a lot more and started to get twitchier than usual but I didn't ask him about it. I tried, once, but he laughed it off and I just let him. I just let him pretend to be okay, maybe because I needed him to be okay. I needed him to be the one to ground me after my latest existential crisis or remind me that life was just as exciting as it was scary. So I just let him pretend to be okay.
It really started to get worse two months after I started to think anything was wrong. We were home, late at night, and Phil was lying on the couch on his laptop when all of a sudden he bolted upright and shouted, "shut up," at the top of his lungs. I was in the bedroom when he started screaming. Naturally, I ran out to see what was wrong. He just kept screaming at something to shut up. I didn't know what to do. I tried to argue with him that there wasn't anyone making noise but he looked so terrified that eventually I just stayed with him until he collapsed into tears. I remember him whimpering about how loud they were, and I didn't know what to do. All I did was help him to bed.
The next day he convinced me that it was just stress. I don't know why I let him convince me, but I did and we spent the next week being lazy. We called it pajama week, and he seemed to be getting better. Or, at least I let myself believe he was. I love him so much, and I didn't want to scare him away like I almost did back in 2012 so I just let him tell me he was okay. I gave in and nothing changed.
Phil got very secretive after that. He avoided me as much as possible and he stopped leaving the home. He only got dressed to film videos. The rest of the time he stayed in days old clothes and started sleeping in his own bedroom. He said he was sick and didn't want to get me sick, but the days turned into weeks and before I knew it he'd been "sick" for a month. It was believable because he'd lost a significant amount of weight and always looked ill, so I let myself fall for it. I let myself ignore all the times I would catch him talking to himself or looking over his shoulder. I tried to convince him to go to the doctor's, but whenever I brought it up he got really angry with me. Like swearing at me. Phil never swears. But there he was, swearing at me.
None of you guys ever knew because he could hide it so well for short amounts of times, and when he could reshoot videos a million times it was easy to pretend, but he was getting worse.
I didn't understand it. Most of the time he would just avoid or lie to me, but sometimes he would crack. There were a few times that he would crawl into my bed, what used to be our bed, and cry that they were too loud and beg them to stop. I would hold him, but the next morning when I tried to confront him he would scream and I would tell myself that I couldn't force him into doing anything. I was always the stubborn one, and he was always the older, smarter one. I used to run to him whenever I needed anything, whether it be permission to leave uni, a hug, or even editing tips. Now he was the one falling and I didn't have anywhere to run to, anyway to help him.
So, I just let things get worse. I would soon come to regret that. By then I knew something had to be seriously wrong, but I guess part of me didn't want to admit it. I couldn't just force myself to man up and do something to help the man that had saved my life countless times. So I just let him fall and tried to convince myself that I was helping him by just being there for him.
I don't even know why we had that stupid thing of pest killer. I must have bought it when we found rats, but we ended up learning that we didn't need a jug of the stuff.
I went out, to get dinner with a friend, and I complained about Phil. I complained that we hadn't had sex in weeks, that he was always irritated with me, that he'd gotten so reclusive. I complained about him but I didn't tell the truth. I didn't tell about the voices or the fear. I can't believe that I was sat at dinner complaining about a lack of sex when Phil was going through hell on earth, and I didn't even understand. I still don't, to be honest.
I went home and it was so quiet. I was used to it, so I didn't think much of it and hung up my coat. I stumbled into the kitchen, a bit tired and a bit tipsy, and was immediately hit by the smell of vomit. I looked down and Phil was sat curled up, shaking, in a puddle of his own sick. Next to him was the opened thing of pest killer. I shouted at him, asking what he'd done. All he could say was that they were gone, that the bugs were gone. I called the hospital and told them everything I knew, crying. Phil just kept going on about the termites in his organs and puking. He screamed, trying to point out the termites that he saw in the vomit.
This next part gets blurry. I remember crying, and feeling like I'd been shot in the stomach. As I waited to see if Phil would even live I couldn't believe that I'd let him get this bad. I blame myself, logically that doesn't make sense, but I just keep wondering what I could have done differently. I had no idea how much pain he was in. I used to wish I could live inside his mind, but now I don't think I could have survived it.
Phil did. He was on life support for eleven hours before the dialysis managed to rid his system of the chemicals. I stayed with him the whole time. Once he came to he panicked, screaming, and they sedated him. The next time he woke up he was a little calmer. While he was sedated I had to sign off on his transfer to a psychiatric ward. He's an adult so they can only keep him there for 72 hours against his will, but they're hoping that he won't want to leave.
I'm trying to get a power of attorney to show that he's not mentally well. I have to. I let him fall, I don't want to take him home and let him kill himself. He isn't safe. They say he's having a psychotic episode. They say that it might be schizophrenia. I was filling out forms all night. I don't understand how my Phil ended up drinking pest killer. I can't understand this. I know that he'll be safer at the hospital, where people understand his illness.
But it hurts so badly.
When I told him where he was going he screamed at me that they were going to kill him and that I was abandoning him. He screamed that I hated him. I told him I would visit him tomorrow. He told me to fuck off.
I love him, and I know this is his brain chemistry talking, but it just hurts. I just want him back, and I'm willing to put in the work to help him. I owe him. This isn't a romantic illness, and I don't think love will cure him, but I can't imagine it will hurt. It'll be okay. We'll go to the doctors and therapists and he'll get better. He has to. I need him to. He was always the most positive part of me, but now all I can see when I close my eyes is him screaming that he hates me.
That's all.
I guess if I ever post this, you guys didn't even know that we were dating, but right now that doesn't feel like an important secret anymore.
Bye.
// wooh, that’s my first tumblr fic. let me know your thoughts!
Summary: Things go wrong at a doctor appointment when Dan discovers that they’re doctor is homophobic, and causes a scene.
Dont ever touch my boyfriend again (ao3) - Allamazingfandomsarenotonfire
Summary: (Very) protective Dan freaks out when homophobic douchebags hurt Phil.
First Impressions - ultxmasunicornphanfics
Summary: pastel!Dan has to sit next to the new student on the coach on their journey to a school field trip. Queue jealous boyfriend punk!Phil. There’s also a food fight and protective!Phil.
Healing Bruises - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Dan has been in an abusive relationship for the past and has been too afraid to say anything to anybody. Phil walks in on Dan in the bathroom while he’s shirtless and sees his bruises. Dan doesn’t want to talk about it but Phil convinces him to, and he helps Dan get out of the abusive relationship that he’s been for the past couple months.
Hear The Song Of My Heart (ao3) - more_ships_than_a_harbour
Summary: Dan's class is assigned an older student to help tutor them but Dan's deaf. Phil is the cute librarian at his college who sees Dan emailing his friend complaining about it. Phil learns sign language and offers to help him. All Dan wishes for is to hear Phil say "I love you" just once.
I'm Hurt, But I'll Be Fine - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Phil starts going out with one of his friends, and while he seems to be completely in love with her… Dan doesn’t like her, and is very protective of his friend. Things go from bad to worse when Dan finds Phil’s girlfriend with another man.
It Wasn't Acting - klusterf-ck
Summary: Heartbroken after catching his boyfriend - Oliver - cheating, Phil decides to leave him but then two weeks later, the doorbell rings and there stood his now-ex-boyfriend claiming that he wants Phil back. Phil denies Oliver’s pleas, leading him to become more aggressive but after secretly listening in on the conversation, Dan decides to interfere.
Lactose Intolerance (ao3) - Band_obsessed
Summary: dan and phil being a bit concerned that something might be more serious with phil's stomachaches until he goes to the doctor. maybe dan convincing him to finally go?
Phil protects Dan because he loves him (ao3) - Murderhouselarry
Summary: Someone is rude to Dan at Tescos and it pisses Phil off he gets v protective over Dan.
Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely (ao3) - SimplyUndead
Summary: (tw) Dan is mute with an unfortunate past. Phil is a nice boy with a warm heart and love to give.
That's The Beauty Of A Secret (ao3) - Malteser24
Summary: Phil loves being the only one to touch Dan. But sometimes, keeping their relationship in the dark, facing all the rumors from his peers - it can hurt.
Tilted - theshyauthor
Summary: Dan is at a club and he is fine, but then he’s suddenly not anymore as the world around him starts to spin. Phil is there to catch him.
"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you" (ao3) - IsThisUsernameTaken
Summary: Those bully's got what was coming to them for hurting my baby bear.
