Author's note: so I was bored and looked in my notes and saw the rough idea for this one-shot and decided to write it. Here's, "Sweet Dreams"
It was 2 AM London time. The sky was dark. The birds were not chirping. And it was quiet. Dead silence. However, one Londoner dared to be different. He was wide awake. Not because of late night Netflix, or 4 cups of accidental caffeinated coffee. No, no. Philip Michael Lester, also known as, AmazingPhil, was awake because of a horrific nightmare.
Phil was awoken by the sound of his own screaming. However, the scream wasn't coming out of him, it was going into him. He couldn't explain it.
The dream however, is unforgettable.
Phil sat upright on his neon blue and green bedspread. His hair all messy and eyes weighed more than a ton. He was very tired but couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare.
He wants to forget it.
He lays back down and grabs his phone. Notifications everywhere. He ignores them and goes on tumblr.
He is overwhelmed by the creativity his fans have. Until he sees a drawing that reminds him of the nightmare. He throws his phone in fright and starts to breathe heavily.
The panic of the image flashes in his mind.
His shuts off his light and wanders into the kitchen. The familiar surroundings sooth him. He calms down a little as the coffee maker starts. Phil pours in the decaf grounds and it starts. He fills the whisker mug up and sits at the table.
Phil drinks the coffee in silence, trying to shake off the dream.
If you can even call it that.
He hears a creek and jumps. Some coffee spills on Phil's hand, yet he doesn't wipe it up. He wants to feel the pain.
Phil finishes the coffee and walks back to his bedroom. He opens the door and sees movement. He knows it's just his eyes adjusting, but is still scared.
It was a dark dream.
"I can't." Phil whispers before going to the door of his best friend, Dan's, room.
He slowly opens the door and crouches down beside him. His brown hobbit hair in a mess. Phil always liked it that way.
"Dan." Phil whispers, shaking his friend.
Nothing.
"Dan, wake up." He whispers louder and shakes him harder.
"What?" Dan finally says, half awake, half asleep.
"Can we talk?"
"At 2:30 in the morning, are you mental?"
"Please?"
"Fine." Dan turns on the light, revealing his shirtless self to Phil, "What is it?"
"I know this is going to sound extremely lame but, I had a nightmare."
"A nightmare? You woke me up for a nightmare!" Dan shakes his head, "A bloody nightmare, Phil. What are you-" Dan is interrupted by Phil's lips, crashing onto his. Dan kisses his boyfriend back. "You couldn't resist." Dan pauses, "Now tell me about this nightmare."
"Okay, it was as if we were 7 years younger, but it didn't feel like 7 years ago. We were filming the first pinof. I can't really explain my point of view. I guess I was an observer. I saw us filming it, but I also felt something cold. Like something was off in the room. A dark sprit or something. We continued filming and the room really felt colder. You weren't acting like yourself, and both me and my 22 year old self could see it. Then, the room felt like ice. Your eyes turned red and then black. You were saying these horrible things about our future and-"
"Phil, stop." Dan tells him.
"Okay."
"I think the dream is just stress. I would never say those things."
"They still haunt me."
"How about you sleep with me tonight." Dan says.
"Thank you." Dan kisses Phil as he turns off the lights. "Dan?" Phil says.
"Yeah."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Phil falls asleep on Dan's chest. Dan gives him a kiss on his head and falls into a dreamless slumber.
I was telling my good friend Paige about how I can write smut, I just like fluff better. If y'all want me to write Phan smut one-shot, tell me.
