#but like what idiots are managing this already gigantic fucking mess of a tour

[myfirstandlast]

loona setlist fucking sucks rlly disappointed

#feels like they purposefully chose a lot of songs w an abundance of eng lyrics in them #but like what idiots are managing this already gigantic fucking mess of a tour #nobody gives a shit if the song has english we’re coming in knowing it’s korean pop #play your big hits! that’s how you got noticed overseas! what’s wrong w u #why not just do the unit title tracks if ur gonna do unit songs like #my melody is even whatever bc yes include gowon but yyxy’s song? unit full of slayers and it’s not a slaying song? #yeojin* not gowon thoughts getting ahead of myself #ugh idk i’m so annoyed cuz they’re one the only groups i would truly go hard to see ughhhhhhh

[phanbliss]

ahh I missed that you were taking numbered prompts because the post is blacklisted for me! 9, 32, 35, 42, or 48 please? (I couldn't choose)

thank you

9.“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too”

35.“Take your medicine.”

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rating: t

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Inbetween episodes of the anime they’re binge watching, Dan hears a miserable attempt ata question.

“Dan?”

“Yeah?”

“Couldyou make me some tea,” Phil croaks out, then adds, “Please.”

SoDan gets up and makes some tea. The raspberry one with loads of sugar that Philalways says is good for his throat.

Whilebrushing his teeth, he gets a text.

Phil, 10:12 PM

Couldyou please fetch the remote?

Thetv will turn itself off in 5 minutes

“I’mbrushing my teeth!” Dan calls out from the en suite, hoping Phil canunderstand him despite his mouth being filled with toothpaste.

Phil, 10:13 PM

Afterthen? Please

“Yes!” he shouts back impatiently.

Sohe rinses his mouth, and goes to fetch the bloody remote. Which lies on the tvstand in the bedroom. Which is a few steps from the bed. That very bed that Philis suffering in right now.

“Takeyour medicine,” Dan demands, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“It’snot helping,” Phil whines, like the five year old that he is at heart.

“Itis helping. It’s helping you stopsnoring for ten minutes, so it’s helping meat the very least.” Dan pushes the pills into Phil’s hand. Phil takes themreluctantly. “Take them, you big baby.”

Sinceit’s day six of Phil being sick with the flu, Dan is not surprised to see himcontinue feeling sorry for himself.

“Butit hurts to swallow.” Phil’s voice is little more than a pathetic croak.He actually pouts, which is rathercute, but not cute enough at three in the morning after six days of this.

Dancounts to ten in his head, then manages a soft smile.

“It’llmake you feel better. Go on.”

Philtakes all of the pills with a pained expression, then falls back onto the bed.Dan then proceeds to tuck him in underneath all three blankets, and at lastgets into bed next to Phil.

“Sleep,”Dan whispers, already nodding off the moment his head hits the pillow.“Sleep.”

Notmuch sleep is had, not for Dan. Phil continues to snore throughout the night.

Dealingwith a sick Phil. That’s one of the few things that always test the limits ofDan’s love for the guy.

Andsure, on most days Dan will say that his love is limitless. But after sevendays of Phil being poorly, Dan is sort of starting to see that mental fence,the border where the I Love Phil LesterWith My Whole Heart Land meets CanSomeone Take This Man Away From Me Land.

Philhad done nothing but whine, complain, moan (and not in a fun way), and requireall sorts of assistance for the entire day. Again. And Dan loves him, loves him more thananything, but he just can’t understand why having the flu means that Phil’slegs don’t work too.

Whichapparently, they don’t.

They’resat on the sofa – Phil in a gigantic bundle of blankets, Dan next to him, slightlysweaty in just a shirt and sweatpants. It’s thanks to the heating, whichthey’ve turned all the way up. Despite that, he can feel Phil shiveringslightly as they watch the telly together in relative silence.

Philalmost can’t speak, and Dan is just tiredafter the past few days filled with fetching tea, medicine, the remote, pickingup takeout, and giving Phil massages. It’s been an exhausting time - soexhausting that now, when they’re sat down and Phil doesn’t want anything, Danis almost falling asleep.

Heactually does manage to shut his eyes for a bit, when he is woken up by Phil’shand on his, combined with Phil’s voice, barely audible, calling Dan’s name.

“Dan?”

“Yeah?”

“Willyou please get me more tissues?”

Sevendays of this. Seven days. Dan is usedto somewhere around five, but seven? Seven days of Dan being a weird crossbetween a maid and a babysitter?

“Areboth your legs broken too?” Dan counters, but he does move to get up fromthe sofa and fetch the tissues. From the upstairs bathroom, which is… a fewsteps away.

Philfrowns slightly, despite the lack of malice in Dan’s voice. Dan immediatelyregrets the remark.

“Sorry,I know you’re feeling poorly. I’ll get them.”

Philstarts trying to untangle himself from the three or four blankets he’s wrappedup in, attempting to stand up. “No, I'm—”

“—you’restaying here,” Dan interjects, pushing him back onto the sofa. “Sit,you spoon. Who’s going to look after you if I’m ever gone?”

Phil’sexpression is nothing short of thankful as he whispers back, “Don’t begone.”

Bythe end of the night, Dan’s patience is running thin again. He’s had yetanother day of doing things that Phil could do for himself, all the whilehaving to listen to him moan about how sick he is. And he feels sorry for Phil,he does. He just wants someone to feel sorry for him too. He needs some sleep. Some good, uninterrupted sleep.

Hekisses Phil good night, because he’s already caught all the germs from him bynow, so it hardly matters if he catches a little more.

Philsnuggles up to him, praising his body heat. Dan’s brief annoyance fades away ashe drifts off to sleep.

Heonly gets about an hour before Phil, still very sick and congested, startssnoring. Loudly.

Dantries to ignore it. He tries to pretend it’s not there. He burrows his headinto the pillow. But Phil is loud.Dan thanks the universe for the fact that this doesn’t normally happen, butthat doesn’t make his current lack of sleep any easier to bear.

Heneeds some sleep, or he will go insane.

“Phil.Phil?”

Thesnoring stops. Perhaps Phil just needs to not sleep for the next few days.

Or…

“What?”Phil mumbles weakly, his back still turned to Dan.

“Youneed to go sleep in the spare bedroom. I can’t take this.”

Thereis a long pause - long enough for Dan to wonder if Phil has managed to fallasleep again.

“What?”Phil repeats, this time with disbelief.

“Gosleep in your fake bedroom, you snoring machine. I bet people in Singapore canhear you.”

Despitethe illness, Phil is surprisingly quick to turn around and shoot Dan anaccusing look that then dissolves into a pout upon seeing Dan’s seriousexpression.

“ButI’m really poorly, Dan,” Phil whines.

“Iknow you’re really poorly. I knowbetter than anyone.”

“Idon’t want to go there. The heating isn’t on and—and it’s cold—and it’s faraway—and—and you’re not sick! You go sleep in there if you hate me somuch. Yeah.”

Philwas probably aiming for indignation withthis little speech, but due to his voice being so weak, it all sounds a bitlaughable. Dan suppresses a smile.

“It’syour filming room! And I’ve beenbabying you for a bloody week, think I deserve that, don’t I? A good night ofsleep? That bed is fifty shades of messed up. I’m not sleeping in there.”

“Youcan’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Danrolls his eyes. He can’t keep serious anymore, not with Phil looking so… so adorable, really. With his hair stickingout everywhere, his nose red, his eyes swollen. Poor Phil.

Dancontinues to argue, but only for the sake of it.

“Ican banish you! You had me sleepapart the last time I was sick!”

“Wewere on tour! If you’d gotten me sick I’d have—” Phil pauses and sneezes,luckily missing Dan. “I’d have—I’d have been sick. Too.”

“Oh,really? If I’d gotten you sick, you’d be sick. That’s some top level thinking,Phil.”

Philkicks him in the shin somewhere underneath the covers.

“You’rethe worst person. Have some empathy, I’m practically dying.”

Danstarts laughing while Phil continues to be cross.

“Yes,Phil. Dying of the common cold. We’re back in the… in the… in the Dark Ages,I dunno.” Dan shoves Phil slightly. “Shoo. Out of bed. Go loudly breatheyour germs elsewhere.”

Philreleases a long-suffering sigh, flips onto his back and attempts to sit up,muttering an I hate you.

Danlooks up, not moving, head still on the pillow. Poor Phil looks propermiserable, and while it’s just bickering, Dan starts feeling guilty for evenmaking Phil sit up in the first place. He watches Phil blindly feel around forhis glasses, and can’t help but find it endearing when Phil first tries to putthem on the wrong way around.

Philcan be such a big baby, but he’s Dan’s baby.However weird that may sound.

Danreaches out, takes Phil’s glasses off for him, and begins to tuck him back in.

“Iwas just trolling you, you idiot,” he says, perfectly aware that his voicemust practically be oozing affection right now. “Get in bed andsleep.”

“What?”Phil exclaims, or at least tries to. “I thought you were beingserious!”

“Iwas halfway serious. I mean, yousnore like a fucking elephant.” Dan tugs on Phil’s arm until Phil slidesback down into bed. “And you make me fetch things all day long. I’m tired. My legs hurt, Phil.”

They’renow laid side by side, facing each other. Phil pouts again, this timesincerely.

“I’msorry,” Phil whispers. “I’ve just been so—”

“—poorly,yeah, I know. Whatever. Sorry for being grumpy.”

Philgives Dan a small smile, the one that says thanksfor putting up with me, and Dan kisses his forehead lightly. It would allbe quite romantic if Phil didn’t start having a coughing fit.

Dandoesn’t wait for the can you fetch me.Not this time.

“I’llget you some of your syrup. Plague bearer.”

He’llget back at Phil the next time he has a cold. Definitely.

#my fic #phan #phanfic #ask game #phil has a cold #it's nothing major #don't worry #no angst in this fic