Phan oneshots

In sickness (1)

Warnings: None, V cute Phan :p
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Phil groaned and flopped back against his pillow. His nose was sore from being blown so much, his throat dry and raw, and every muscle in his body tired. Overall, he felt like crap.

Normally when he got sick, he would push through it and keep working and doing things. But this sickness made it almost impossible to concentrate on something, because every 10 seconds he'd have to blow his nose. Or he'd double over coughing. Or have a sneezing fit.

So now he was confined to his bed, 'wether you like it or not,' Dan had said. Dan was one of the only things that kept Phil from being completely miserable and bored during these sick times. Sure it was nice to not have to work, but the reason why.. he would rather pass on. And one can only browse the Internet for so many hours before they're completely tired of it.

So now Phil lays in bed, bored, texting his savior and boyfriend, Daniel Howell, to come 'rescue me from the boredom monster.' Moments after the text is sent, for he can't talk without pain, more or less yell, Dan comes sweeping into his bedroom. He's pretending to wield a sword, looking around the room.

"Where is the boredom monster, my lovely damsel in distress?"

Phil giggles. He loves this side of Dan; the one the viewers hardly ever see where Dan was unashamedly silly. Despite his serious and refined nature, when it came to making Phil happy, there were no boundaries. He was willing to do almost anything to make a smile appear on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes.

And, like a symbiotic relationship, it made Phil happy to see Dan happy. They both aided each other in being happy, making their relationship a close bonded one. One that couldn't be torn apart because of how tightly woven together they were.

Which is maybe what kept Dan from hiding away in his room, trying not to get sick; love. His love for Phil made him be the one to clean up his dirty tissues, get him new ones, let Phil lean against him as he painfully coughed, sneezed, and spread his sickness everywhere. And despite Phil's protests, he wouldn't leave. He didn't care about getting sick because he knew as he was there for Phil when he was sick, Phil would be there for him if he got sick.

"He's in my mind, feasting on my brain cells," Phil says in a croaky voice. Dan does a great leap and lands next to Phil's bed.

"In your brain you say? Well I'll just have to saw you open to reach it I guess." He begins doing a sawing motion against Phil's head with his hand. Phil laughs and dives under the covers for protection. His head still sticking out, he says, "stop making me laugh! Every laugh makes my chest hurt!"

Dan looks down at Phil fondly as he sits next to him. He brushes some hair off Phil's forehead. "I'm sorry lion," he says softly, but a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I'm sorry I'm so irresistibly funny."

Phil hides a grin behind the blanket. "You wish," he says, looking up at him from his blanket burrow.

"I don't even have to be funny to make you laugh," he says, grinning.

"And how's that?" Phil asks, kind of scared.

"Like.. this!" He springs forward and dives under the blanket with Phil. His hands begin tickling Phil at his sides. Phil screams hoarsely and wriggles around wildly, trying to get away from hid attacker.

"Dan! Dan! No! Stop-stop it! Do not- no!" Phil cries breathlessly as he laughs and squirms. Dan smiles and gives one last jab before stopping. Phil's laughing dies down as he breaths heavily. Suddenly he starts coughing, coughs that rack his whole body and make him clutch his chest in pain. Dan's eyes furrow in concern and he moves closer to Phil to rub circles on his back. After a few moments Phil's coughing fit stops and he remains curled in a ball. "Ow..." he whines weakly. Dan's heart melts and he lays so he's facing Phil's face.

"Are you okay, love?" He asks gently, reaching and caressing Phil's cheek with his thumb. Phil shakes his head. He inches forward into Dan's arms, burrowing his head into Dan's chest. It was warm under their blanket, and even warmer and secure in Dan's arms. Dan wraps his arms around Phil and tangles their legs together. He reaches under Phil's shirt and rubs his fingers against his bare back. A shiver goes down Phil's spine at the wonderful feeling. He sighs and closes his eyes, completely content here in Dan's arms. His eyes start to get heavy and he feels himself drifting off. Soon, he's asleep, curled up in Dan's arms.

Dan smiles softly and he too closes his eyes, though not to sleep. He's taking it in; the feeling of being able to hold his beautiful boyfriend so close, to hear his rhythmic breathing. He loved being able to take care of Phil. It wasn't a job, it was a privilege. It was a privilege to be able to see him everyday when he woke up, and every night before he went to bed. He would be happy to spend the rest of his life taking care of Phil; he was his pride and joy.

Without even realizing it, Dan too had drifted off to sleep. Dan holding his boyfriend close, and said boyfriend buried in his lovers chest.