Phan - One-shots [ COMPLETED ]

~Love Me

THIS IS FUCKING TRASHY ASS WRITING IM SORRY

I started school a few days ago so updates will be slower.

ALSO PROMPTS???

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Phil has insecurities.

Dan's POV

I was just getting home from finishing up on filming when my Phil senses started tingling.
Y'know, like Spider-Man's 'spidey senses'?
Yeah. Like that. But, instead, in the sense of I get a weird feeling when Phil's in trouble.

Shut up, you get them too (with your partner) when you've been in a relationship with someone for six-going-on-seven years.

"Phil?" I called his name through the flat.

No answer.

Oh, titballs.

I walked up the stairs and headed for the bathroom, before stopping and redirecting myself to the kitchen.

I grabbed my cereal (which Phil hadn't been eating out of recently, so I was extremely concerned).

When I got to the door of the bathroom I stopped and leaned against it.

"This is the first day of my life."

Ah, he was singing.
Online, or in front of the Phans, Phil pretends to have a terrible singing voice, but it was actually godlike.

[imagine Phil's singing voice tho]

"I went out in the rain, everything cha-" he stopped, and sighed.
"What the hell am I doing?" He muttered, but I still heard him with my body pressed against the door.

I opened the door to see a.. Scene, I guess you could say.

Phil's gengar shirt was sitting on the sink, the mirror was cracked and a few drops of blood were trailing their way down.

I turned to see Phil sitting behind the glass door of the bathtub, shirtless.
He had his legs brought up so he could rest his arms on his knees, then his head on his arms.

"Hey."
He only responded with a sniffle.

I sighed.
Jesus fuck, Phil was really deep in this shit.

I pulled off my shirt and opened the glass door.

"I brought cereal."
Phil looked up and smiled weakly.

Shit, shit, shit.
His eyes were drained of their brightness, a dull grey filling the space instead. They were glazed with tears.
Something I've noticed about Phil is if one of his emotions are going into overload, they change shade. They're usually bright blue, which means he's happy.
When he's really angry, they glaze over dark. I've only seen that once. (Damn you, 2012 me.)

And when he's sad, or feeling anything negative, they go grey.

He sniffed again.
I sat in front of him and slowly tried to pull his legs out, and when I did, his arms flew to cover his stomach.
I noticed his bloody hand.

"I need to clean your hand," I said gently.

He sighed.
"Ok."

I got out of the bath and searched around for a first aid kit.

"Nice view of your butt there, Daniel."
Sniff.

I smiled.
At least he's well enough to make a joke.

I sat back down in the tub and started to clean and bandage his hand.

"There! All done," I slipped the first aid box out of the bathtub before snuggling in between Phil's legs.

I look at his face and kissed his cheek.
"Well? Aren't ya gonna wrap your arms around my waist? Be all lovey dovey?"

He smiled.
A little bit of colour returned to his eyes.

"You know I'm an unromantic blob, Dan," he whispered with an "I'm sorry" look sketched across his face.
He wrapped his arms around my waist nonetheless.

It would be a strange site to a viewer, two grown men, shirtless, cuddling in a bathtub. But we're strange people.
So it's normal.

I heard a small sigh come from Phil.

He then started talking, his voice cracking a few times during his speech.

"Dan, I'm gonna ask you for something, ok?
Promise me after I get old and ugly- well, I already am -after you get more famous than me than you already are, after you.. After you realise that there is probably someone out there better than me for you, you'll still just.. Love me.
Even when you leave me for that someone better you'll still hold just a smidgen of love for me, ok? That's all I ask."

His arms progressively got tighter around my waist. I didn't mind.

"Phil.. Jesus. You are only just nearing thirty, and you are one of the most beautiful beings I'm ever seen. And I don't care about the fame and the publicity because I have you, and I love you. I always will. And I'll never love anyone else as much. You got that?"

I felt him rest his chin on my head.

"Yeah, I got it."

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