an: hi guys, I apologized for the delay. I had broken my wrist recently so I was unable to write. And I thought today would be a good day to update. Its been a terrible day for everyone. POC, LGBTQ+, Muslims, women, just everyone. We elected a terrible terrible man as president so I thought I'd update to bring some cheer. Love you guys, stay safe.
warning: I don't own Dan or Phil
TRIGGER WARNING: this story deals with depression, depressive topics ,and suicide please proceed with caution.
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Phan nightmare
Dan woke up in a cold sweat as he looked around his horrified. Holy shit another nightmare. That's what the 7th time this week? "If this keeps up I'm never gonna get any sleep." Dan said to himself as he flopped back down onto his pillow and tried falling sleep again.
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"Hey Dan can you pass me the flour?" Phil screamed across the kitchen. "Huh?" Dan said shooting awake off the kitchen table. "Can you grab me the flour?" Phil repeated. "Yeah.. Um sure." Dan said standing up and wobbling over to the cabniet. He grabbed the flour and started walking towards Phil. He collapsed halfway and sent up a puff of flour into the air. "Woah woah!" Phil said running over and picking him up. "Jesus Dan." He said try to check for a pulse. He found one a breathed a sigh of relief. Okay so he was just sleeping. "Come on youre going to bed." Phil said heaving Dan's arms over his shoulder and pulling him through the living room and into the hallway. "Come on almost there." Phil said kicking open his bedroom door. "There you go. Sleep tight Dan." Phil said tucking Dan into his bed. "Night Dan. Sleep tight." Phil said kissing his head and exiting the room.