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Flu and Sore Throats

Day 22 of the 25 Days of Christmas

Summary: Dan wakes up with a sore throat and no voice and Phil takes care of him. Based on the time Dan lost his voice and they filmed a Charades video.

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A/N: Shitty title, shitty summary. I know. The story is better though, I promise. At the start of the 25 Days of christmas an anon on Tumblr requested a sick fic so here I am delivering. I hope whoever requested it sees this and enjoys it!

Dan woke up with a burning feeling in his throat and his head feeling like it would explode any second. When his throat felt sore a few days earlier, it didn’t even cross his mind it could be because he was getting sick.

The first feeling he got was one of panic. They were only a week away from Christmas and he couldn’t afford to be sick. They still needed to film the day’s gamingmas video and the videos for the days when they would be at home, celebrating Christmas with their families.

When he tried calling out for Phil, all that came out of his mouth was a wheezing sound. The realisation he lost his voice crashed onto him and he lied back down on the bed with a groan. How were they going to film a gamingmas video with him sounding like a dying goose?

Dan got out of bed with some effort and made his way to the living room where Phil was watching the television and enjoying a cup of coffee. Phil smiled when he saw him and patted the sofa next to him to get Dan to sit down. “Good morning.”

Dan coughed a few times hoping to clear his throat before he even attempted to speak. It didn’t do much, and he still ended up sounding raspy and gravelly. “I’m sick.” Saying those few words was still enough to make him feel like there were knives being stabbed in his throat and he winced.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Phil said with a frown. “I guess getting cold at the Winter Wonderland and then waiting out in the cold for the Star Wars premiere didn’t do your health a world of good. You can’t talk at all?”

Dan opened his mouth to try again, but it was painful and he only got a few words out. “It hurts when I talk.”

Phil winced in sympathy then got up and put his cup of coffee down on the table. “Come on, you’re going back to bed and I’ll get you some tea and medication. You need to get lots of rest if you want to get better as soon as possible.”

Dan shook his head. He couldn’t go back to bed. They needed to figure out what they were going to do for the day’s video for gamingmas with his voice in such a state and he had a meeting scheduled in less than an hour.

Phil seemed to know what he was thinking and shook his head, looking stern. “You’re not going to the meeting today. You can barely say a few words, what exactly are you going to discuss if you show up like this?” he said and Dan couldn’t deny he had a point. “As for gamingmas, I don’t want you worrying about it. I’ll think of something and if I can’t we’ll skip today.”

Dan didn’t like the idea but he could admit he was not filming the usual gamingmas video in his state. The only option he had left was to do as Phil said and get some rest. Maybe after some tea, medication and well-needed sleep, he would better and even be able to talk without feeling the burning pain in his throat.

“Fine,” he said, resigned. He walked back to the bedroom and threw himself on the bed. By the time Phil showed up with the tea, Dan was already dozing off.

“I got your tea,” Phil said in a low voice, not wanting to disturb Dan if he was already sleeping.

Dan sat up and took the cup of tea from him. He took small sips from the cup even though the tea was still scalding hot. The relief the tea provided to his throat was instant. The pain was still present and Dan was sure his voice was still gone but at least it no longer felt like he was being stabbed in the throat.

Phil put his hand on Dan’ s forehead and frowned. “You don’t feel hot so I don’t think you have a fever. I still got you some pain medication for your throat though, you should take it.”

Dan took the pills from Phil and swallowed them down with some tea. “Thanks,” he croaked. “I think I’m going to try getting some sleep. Maybe I’ll feel better once I wake up. Can you try to think of some game we can play while I’m like this? I don’t want to miss a day of gamingmas if we can avoid it.”

Phil ran his fingers through Dan’s hair. “Don’t worry too much about it, I’ll handle everything. You focus on getting better.”

Dan always loved when Phil ran his fingers through his hair as it made him feel safe and comforted so it didn’t take long for him to doze off. The last thing he remembered was Phil pulling his head in his lap before he lost consciousness.

The first thing Dan noticed when he woke up was that he felt much better. His throat still felt uncomfortable but at least it wasn’t hurting and his headache was gone. The medication had done its job.

He sat up in bed and found Phil sat up next to him, playing on his phone. “Are you feeling better?” he asked when he noticed Dan was awake.

“I’m feeling much better.” Dan was relieved to notice that while he still sounded croaky, at least the pain when talking had diminished. “I think the medication worked. At this rate I’ll be able to film the video for gamingmas with little problems.”

He was not expecting Phil to disagree. “You only just got a little better, and it was only because of the medication. We don’t know if it will last. Are you sure you want to risk it? You know how you get during gaming videos.”

Dan rolled his eyes but he couldn’t disagree. He knew he had the habit of getting loud during gaming videos and it couldn’t be healthy with his throat still healing. “We can’t skip a day of gamingmas just because I feel under the weather,” he insisted. “Everyone will be disappointed.”

“I could film another Shelter video by myself,” Phil suggested. “Everyone was commenting about how I’m much better at playing it so I don’t think they would be too disappointed.”

Dan hit Phil’s arm halfheartedly. After all, he made a mess of the game when he attempted to play it. “Fine, but it’s a pity I’m going to miss a day of gamingmas.”

Phil froze and turned to him, a suspicious grin on his face. Dan couldn’t help but groan, knowing the look didn’t bode well for him. “I know that look. That’s the look you get when you’re about to suggest we do something you know I won’t like.”

“Let’s play charades. There’s a game for it on the PlayStation and it’s perfect for a day like today. You can act everything out and I’ll try guessing so you won’t have to talk,” Phil said, his eyes lighting up in the way they did when he was excited about something.

“Charades?” Dan asked, looking doubtful. “That sounds like something which could go wrong in a variety of ways.”

“What are you talking about? It’s the perfect idea in order for us not to miss a day of gamingmas and you still get to be in it,” Phil insisted.

Dan was still not convinced but he could never say no to Phil. “Fine, but I still think this will end badly.”

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Dan croaked and had to stop to cough.

Phil rolled his eyes, but he still helped Dan sit up properly and arrange the pillow behind him. “How was I supposed to know you’d still end up screaming your lungs out during a game of charades? You were supposed to take it easy. Is it so surprising you ended up losing your voice again?”

In hindsight, Dan knew screaming at Phil during their latest gamingmas videos was not his brightest idea considering he was still recovering from a sore throat. He shouldn’t be so surprised to have lost his voice once again.

“I’ve never seen someone scream like that with a lost voice,” Phil said, impressed. “Doctors must really hate you.”

“I feel like I’m about to drop dead any second,” Dan croaked. “I think I’m going to try getting some more sleep.”

“I’ll have tea ready for you when you wake up but this time I’m not letting you say a word before I’m sure you’re feeling completely better,” Phil said, covering Dan up with the quilt.

“What would I do without you?”

A/N: 3 fics left to go before the end!

Also, for tomorrow's fic I suggest reading 'We're a Family' and 'Time to Move in' as it's going to be a sequel to that. I’ll be reblogging them at some point so you can check them out or else you can find them on AO3.

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phancystuff · 6 years

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would you lie with me

Summary: “They had been dating for eight years and Dan had thought, somewhere along the way, Phil would get tired of him and decide he needed his space. Not that they’d break up, but just that they would become less inseparable. But it had been eight years, and Phil still waited for Dan to wake up.” Words: 1k Notes: just a little fluffy fic inspired by Dan's tweet today and "the" bed thing in today’s gamingmas video (and my own weekend activities)

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Dan turned over in bed, roused by movement to his other side. Dan cracked his eyes open and caught sight of his sleep-tousled boyfriend trying to quietly edge out of bed. “Sorry for waking you. I was trying really hard not to.” Dan grunted in response, reaching out to Phil to pull him back into bed. “No, no. I need to edit today’s gamingmas video, Dan.” Ignoring him, Dan successfully grabbed a handful of Phil’s soft, worn pajama t-shirt and pulled. Phil was clumsy on a good day, and sleepy Phil without his glasses on was 100 times less stable. He toppled back onto the bed easily, landing on Dan’s chest.

“Hello, there.” Dan buried his face in Phil’s hair and inhaled. He smelled a little bit like the fancy lavender shampoo that Dan had gifted him with when he got frustrated with Phil bringing home discounted soaps that just stripped the dye out of his hair. Phil was always so unnecessarily thrifty, but one of them had to be, Dan supposed. Underneath the lavender was the unmistakable smell of Phil. Warm, spicy, a little sweaty. He probably needed to take a shower. Dan didn’t care.

Phil struggled for only a moment before acquiescing to Dan’s clutch. Phil tucked his nose into Dan’s neck and slung an arm around his waist. He placed a small kiss to the soft skin of Dan’s jaw. “Fine. A few more minutes. But you’re letting me up soon so I can edit. It’s well going on 10.”

“Of course,” Dan replied, already feeling himself falling back asleep. The flat was a little cold in the early December chill of morning. The heat was set low, waiting for the two men to get up out of bed and crank it up. But underneath the soft covers pillowing around Dan’s body and the gentle press of Phil’s weight on top of him, Dan felt contentedly warm. He balled his hands in Phil’s shirt and promptly fell back asleep.

Dan didn’t wake up again for another couple of hours. When he did, Phil was sitting at the iMac in their room, a pair of headphones pressing into his ears. Glasses sat atop his nose and steam curled up from a cup of coffee next to his elbow. His hair was pushed up into his “relaxed” quiff. The feeling of contented warmth clung to Dan even as he inched into consciousness. Phil looked so much like home, sitting cross-legged in their office chair, waiting for Dan to wake up. They had been dating for eight years and Dan had thought, somewhere along the way, Phil would get tired of him and decide he needed his space. Not that they’d break up, but just that they would become less inseparable. But it had been eight years, and Phil still waited for Dan to wake up. Phil still missed Dan when he went up North to visit family. He still slept next to Dan every night, sat next to him in every gaming video, was physically next to Dan in every facet of his life.

Dan looked outside, noticing that the sun was already going down. “What time is it?” Dan asked, his voice deep from sleep. When Phil didn’t hear him the first time, he cleared his throat and repeated his question louder. Phil jumped a bit and spun the chair around. He shoved one side of the headphones down in such a casual way that Dan couldn’t help but follow the movement with his eyes. It had been eight years, but Dan still caught himself being transfixed with the tiny, normal things that Phil did as a regular human being. When Dan and Phil first began dating, Dan was transfixed by these little details, because he was still shocked to know “AmazingPhil” as an actual person. But eight years later, and he still watched Phil’s fingers on video game controllers, stared at him straightening his hair in front of a mirror, took note of the way that he pushed his glasses up when they slid down his nose. He chalked it up to being continuously struck by the fact that, here was another human being-- a gorgeous, kind, funny one at that-- who wanted to spend most of his time with Dan.

“It’s like 3 in the afternoon, you night owl.” Phil responded fondly. He took the headphones off the rest of the way and approached their bed. He sat down with his thigh pressed up against Dan’s side and ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Dan closed his eyes and hummed. “You trying to make me fall asleep again, mate?”

Phil snorted, “you really think you could sleep some more?”

“It’s already getting dark out, might as well try for 30 hours.”

Phil pulled on Dan’s curls a little. Not enough to make either of them think of less g-rated activities, but enough to make Dan’s scalp tingle pleasantly. “That would make a good tweet,” Phil said thoughtfully, before bending down and pressing a closed-mouth kiss to Dan’s lips. Warm, innocent, pillowy softness. Dan smiled against Phil’s lips and then they were gone, replaced with cool air. Phil scratched Dan’s head once more and pushed himself back out of bed. “Ok, I gotta keep editing. Wake up soon, ok? We have to film another video.”

Dan groaned a little, but pushed himself into a sitting position. Cold air hit the bare skin of his chest and he shivered a little. “Hm, s’cold.”

Phil was already back into editing mode and didn’t hear Dan. Dan got out of bed and picked a sweater off the floor, pulling it on over his head. It helped combat the cold, but he could still feel the intimate softness of the morning bleeding away into the navy tinge of the late afternoon. If he was able, Dan would reach his hand out and try to recapture the feelings of perfect, intimate bliss. Instead, he took out his phone and tweeted something that, to the casual outsider, was just another one of Dan’s relatable one-liners, but to him and Phil, was a memory captured, saved, and timestamped for when they wanted to crawl back into this morning again.

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