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nihilismdan · 6 years

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sweet dreams are made of this (who am i to disagree?)

pairing: Dan/Phil rating: G word count: 1216 summary: When Phil moves his eyes to the corner there’s something standing there. There’s no face to it. If you were to ask him what the defining features are he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He knows that it isn’t welcoming. or Phil has sleep paralysis. a/n: written for the halloween flash fest @phandomficfests

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It’s 3:00am when Phil wakes up and it’s to the sound of whispers. There’s a bright light in the corner where the window is located, and the whispers get louder. Phil tries to move, but he can’t. His body is angled in a weird way and he’s not sure if he’s awake or asleep. So, he moves his fingers. He tries to touch Dan but he can’t. The extent of his movement is limited and he’s trying not to freak out but he’s pretty sure that there’s someone in his house.

He can hear loud banging in the kitchen, laughs that just get louder and louder.

Phil can’t yell, “Dan,” he can’t really even say it. It’s like his voice has gone mute.

The light in the corner gets brighter. The voices get louder and whatever they’re saying doesn’t make any sense to Phil but he completely understands every single word.

I’m going to kill his entire family. Knives!

Another laugh.

Phil is helpless.

He can’t close his eyes and he can’t move his body, he can’t scream at Dan to wake up. He can’t do anything.

He feels like he’s being watched. It’s the kind of feeling that he’s used to, but not so much in this sense—the way he’s being watched isn’t a welcoming feeling. He feels exposed in ways that he’s never felt before. The loud footsteps from the kitchen get louder, and the ringing in his ears is getting hard for him to hear anything that anyone in his house is saying.

When Phil moves his eyes to the corner there’s something standing there. There’s no face to it. If you were to ask him what the defining features are he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He knows that it isn’t welcoming but it isn’t making any movement to get closer to him. When Phil blinks it’s gone.

Until it’s standing over him.

If Phil were able to scream he would. Instead it’s him fighting whatever is on top of him but he can’t move his arms it feels like there’s hundred pounds weights on him and the ringing in his ear intensifies and when his eyes flash to Dan he’s still asleep, completely unaware of the trauma happening in their room and in their house right now.

The last thing Phil hears is a laugh in his right ear and then he wakes up.

The feeling comes back in his fingers and his heart is beating fast when he gets up from bed. He reaches out to turn the light on and look over to the window that’s had the curtain over it the entire time.

“Phil what the fuck—” Dan groans, moving in their bed covering his face with his arm. “Turn off the fucking light.” His voice is groggy.

Phil can’t even pay attention to him right now. Dan’s safer in their room than he is in the kitchen. Phil grabs his pyjama bottoms and pulls them on grabbing something he can hit whatever could possibly be in their house. He opens the door and he feels like he’s got his heart in his throat. He can vaguely hear Dan asking him what he’s doing when he leaves.

Phil turns on every light, his hands shaking.

When he finally reaches the kitchen there’s nothing there except the plates they didn’t wash and the mess that Phil left on the table.

“I don’t understand.” Phil whispers. He sets down his weapon of mass destruction down and grips the counter top.

He can hear Dan with his not so subtle footsteps, he’s pissed that Phil woke him up probably.

Phil looks at the time and it’s 3:15am.

Witching hour, he could hear his mum say.

“Phil, what the hell just happened?” Dan’s hair is sticking up in various of places, he’s got one eye half open and just in a t-shirt and pants.

“I—I don’t know.”

Dan walks over to the cupboard and grabs a glass and pours water into it. Despite being pissed that he was woken up his first priority is to make sure Phil is okay. He slides the water to him, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes and he looks at Phil again.

“It felt like I was dreaming, but it was also so real. Like there was this bright light in the corner and voices that I could hear from the kitchen, they were talking in a language I didn’t recognise and they said they wanted to kill my family and I heard them like… grabbing knives? And the laugh….” It makes Phil shiver remembering the way the laugh felt against his ear. “It just didn’t sound human.”

Dan’s about to say something but then he stops.

“I know. I know it sounds crazy but it felt real. It was a nightmare but it was…. Real. I could move my fingers and I could see you but I couldn’t move. Or yell. Or do anything.”

“Do you want me to check the rest of the flat?” Dan asks with a yawn. He’s getting closer to Phil, reaching out to grab his hand.

“No. It’s fine.” Phil says, squeezing his fingers.

Dan looks at Phil, like he sees right through him. He smiles gently.

“I’ll check the rest of the flat. Go back to bed and grab the laptop and we can watch something before falling back asleep.”

Phil grabs Dan’s head again as he tries to go and Dan squeezes it.

“It’ll be okay.” Dan smiles, reaching out to grab whatever Phil brought down with him.

Phil rolls his eyes, shaking his head with his first smile of the night.

He watches as Dan turns on the lights checking each room before he braves heading back to their room. He finds himself peeping out the curtain of the window and nothing has changed. There’s still streetlights and the sound of ambulances in the distance, normally it’s a nuisance but tonight he finds it a comfort. He tucks himself back into the covers and grabbing his laptop from underneath the bed and turns it on from it’s slumber. He thinks about searching what he thought it was but decides against it and instead types in Netflix into the search bar.

When Dan gets back he looks fully awake and Phil feels bad.

“All clear.” He says, pulling his shirt off and getting underneath the covers.

Phil wants to say thank you instead he just gets closer to Dan.

“It was sleep paralysis,” Dan says over lunch.

“What?” Phil asks, looking up at Dan.

“Whatever happened last night it was sleep paralysis. I looked it up when you fell back asleep. It happens when you wake up before REM is finished. I was reading people’s stories and they say they’ve seen whatever you saw but—it’s different for everyone. I can send you the link if you want.”

Phil takes another bite of his lunch, thinking about it before nodding. “I’d like that.” Phil just wanted to know what he could do to prevent it from happening again. It was like his worst fears in one horrible vivid dream.

“Thank you.” Phil says.

Dan smiles gently again and shrugs. “You’re welcome.”

“I think I’m going to nap now,” Dan yawns.

“I’ll join you.”

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction

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tamagofanatic · 7 years

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Dreams

Jihoon was wary about falling sleep. Ever since he fell asleep in the studio that weekend, he had been having recurring dreams of the girl. He never called her name but her sad smile was what was etched in his mind.

“Jihoon?” Soonyoung called out and the boy looked up at his friend from the couch. “You going to sleep soon?”

He frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall which read 3:15am. He sighed and nodded, standing up as the other went into the room. Jihoon shut off the lights in the living room, going into his shared room. He shut the door, staring at the floor as Wonwoo trudged past, yawning. The taller climbed up to his bunk, stopping when he saw Jihoon just standing at the door.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” he asked sleepily and the other looked up at him with a sad expression that Wonwoo was not used to. “You okay?”

Jihoon sighed softly, looking away from him with a nod as he crawled into his lower bunk. When did his dreams start becoming so dark? Could they still be considered dreams at this point? He still remembered how he met her.

He was walking through a Japanese type school corridor. It was dark, the rain outside pelting at the windows which remained shut. Most of the classrooms were shut but the sound of wind caught his attention. Up ahead he could see a classroom, with its door open. There were flashes of light from the lightning but what drew him in was the humming. It was a song very familiar to him. Something he probably heard on the radio.

Upon reaching the classroom, he noticed the curtains wildly flapping due the strong breeze. The desks near the window were soaked as the rain was blown into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, his eyes falling onto the center back row. A girl was sitting on the table, her legs swinging back and forth as she stared at the open window. She appeared to be wearing a school uniform, complete with a tie and pleated skirt. He stepped back when she turned to face him suddenly.

“D-do you go to this school?” he asked, stepping into the classroom. She looked down at her uniform before looking back at him, shaking her head.

“No. Do you?” she asked and he frowned. Of course he didn’t. Why would she—His eyes widened and he looked down at his own attire. He was wearing the uniform of the school too. The boy’s uniform of course.

“No.” he muttered in response and looked back up, only to see her leaning against the desk nearest to him.

“It’s strange. I haven’t seen anyone in my dream before.” She stated, taking a quick look at him.

“Your dream?” he asked and she nodded, walking past him to turn on the lights. He squinted slightly at the sudden change in lighting and heard something slam shut. He shook his head to regain his senses and realized she had shut the open window. She turned around to face him, her face slightly watered from the rain. Walking towards him with a purpose, he stepped back cautiously until she was right in front of him.

“I’m Y/N,” she stated, offering her hand.

“Jihoon,” he replied warily, accepting her hand as they shook them.

“Nice to meet you Jihoon. I hope we can be great friends,” she announced with a bright smile and Jihoon couldn’t help but smile back.

Jihoon got more and more excited for night to fall after that time. The moment he was in that corridor he was rush to the classroom. She would greet him with a smile and sometimes books, games or even music. They would talk and talk until they both got tired. Then they would lay their head on the table and hum until he would awake in real time.

The members found it weird how Jihoon seemed to brighten up as their schedule came to an end. How he was the first to brush his teeth and wash up when he usually be the last. How while they stayed up to discuss lyrics or choreography, he would go to sleep immediately when he would usually stay up with them to plan. They had questioned him over and over if he was feeling unwell or if there was something wrong but he would just deny it. Until one time, Mingyu joked saying that maybe there was a girl waiting for him in his dreams. He looked up at the younger in surprise who looked back in confusion. His face started to redden and that was when they found out about her.

That night he had to gone to sleep, happy and excited. When he appeared in the corridor, he noticed it was raining lightly unlike the nice weather the past weeks. He ran to the classroom, its door ajar. As he opened it, he was greeted to the sounds of sobbing and saw her crying into her arms. Her hands clenched around her arms, as though trying to injure herself. He quickly walked over, placing his hands over hers and she jolted in shock, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“Jihoon,” she called out softly and he felt his heart clench. He sat down in front of the table, hands still holding onto to hers.

“Tell me.” He stated firmly and she was about to but stopped herself. He frowned at her as she looked down at the table, pulling her hands away from him. She got up, closing the window and turning on the light. He called out to her and heard a deep sigh before she turned around to face him with a smile. It was a sad smile. A forced one.

“I brought a new book today,” she said, walking over to him as she sat back behind the desk. He watched with concern as she pulled the book out from under the table and placed it in front of him.

“Are you sure you’re—“

“Let’s not talk about it,” she replied suddenly. The sudden change in her tone surprised him and he merely nodded as he opened the book.

Things soon got progressively worse for her but she never did tell him why. One night he walked in on her contemplating slashing her throat with a box cutter but when she heard him enter, she hid it in her bag, giving him that sad smile. Every time she called out his name, it sounded so needy. Like she needed him to help her. Maybe it was his fault for not reaching out sooner.

Jihoon was jolted awake by the sound of the alarm and he sat up. Why did he recall everything about her? Was something bad about to happen to her? His heart clenched and he brought his hand to his chest, crumpling his shirt.

“Yah Jihoon,” a voice called out and he looked up to see Seungheol at the door. “Let’s go for breakfast together.”

The younger nodded, clambering off his bed to get dressed. He should ask her tonight. Get her the help she needed.

That night, he was quick to get ready and get into bed. The members thought nothing of it but were confused at his determination. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, letting him fall into the realm of dreams.

His eyes opened to the familiar corridor and he looked out the window. The rain was just as strong as it was the first time he dreamt of it. He raced to the classroom, standing by the doorway. She was leaning out the window, allowing the harsh droplets of rain hit her face, as the wind blew her hair behind her. His erratic heart slowed as he watched the scene in front of him. It was somber but so beautiful. She suddenly straightened up, turning around to face him. The same sad smile that was on her face for the past few months remained.

“Hello,” she greeted as he shut the door behind him.

“H-hey,” he stuttered in return, stepping closer to her. “Why’re you so close to the edge?”

“Because I am,” she said with a dark smile. Her eyes appeared dead as she looked out the window. “I just wanted one last dream with you.”

“W-wait please don’t,” he urged, stepping closer. She tilted her head, resting her hands on the windowsill with her back to the window. “Y-you’ve made me so happy over the past few months and I don’t know what’s been going on with you because I respect you and I don’t want to push you but I want to help!”

She stared at him curiously.

“I didn’t take you for a talker Hoonie,” she smiled as she pushed back a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “But you can’t help me. You’re too far.”

“What do you mean?”

“We live in different countries. We speak different languages. I’m just a fan.” She stated. “I started lucid dreaming but I didn’t know I could bring others in. So the first person I thought of was you. I didn’t expect you to keep coming back though.” She stated.

“B-but still,” he stuttered. “Let me help.”

She sighed, shaking her head with that smile stuck on her lips.

“It’s too late. But I was happy with you. You’ll forget about me once you wake up. Don’t worry,” she smiled as she propped herself onto the windowsill. “Goodbye.”

Jihoon reached out for her as she fell, that wretched sad smile still on her face. He leaned over the windowsill but her fingers slipped his grasp as she fell. Tears fell from his eyes, mixing with the rain.

“No no no,” he yelled, reaching out his hand to the darkness.

He woke up suddenly to the darkness of the room, his hand stretched out. He sat up and was surprised at a sudden wetness on his cheeks. Touching it, he realized they were tears. But…what were they for?

The cup of coffee in his hands was cooling rapidly as he sat between his friends, listening to them chatter excitedly about the upcoming world tour.

“Hyung?” Seungkwan called out, causing Jihoon to break from his daydream and he looked up at the younger member who looked at him with concern. “You okay?”

He merely nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. It had been a few weeks since that night and he still had that hollow feeling in his heart. As though he lost something important to him but he couldn’t remember what. Most of the songs he wrote were now about an empty piece of him and the members were concerned. He reverted back to his old ways but refused to sleep at times. When forced to, he would mumble something along the lines of: “Not there.”

“Hey turn up the TV!” Joshua exclaimed as Chan pressed the button, increasing the volume.

“…Just a few weeks ago, a case of an attempted suicide by a young girl caused a lot of panic in the city of..” Jihoon looked up at the TV. A picture of the girl was flashed across the screen.

“How sad,” mused Chan and the others hummed in reply. His hands were shaking and Junghan seemed to notice, placing a hand on his arm.

“You okay?”

Flashbacks of her bright smile when they first met to the final sad smile she gave him busied his mind.

“Jihoon?”

He dropped his cup, letting the coffee spill out, staining the carpet.

“Yah! What the hell?”

He covered his ears, the final scenes of her playing in his head.

You can’t help me.

His reached out hand as she fell into the rain.

The members attempted to call out to him, shaking his shoulders to gain his attention but his dilated eyes were lost in thought and he stood up, pushing them away.

“No no,” he mumbled, stumbling back before running out of the apartment. It was raining heavily just like in his dream and his heart raced his ears. He didn’t think it was real. Why didn’t he remember before?

You’ll forget about me once you wake up.

He slowed down, coming to a complete stop. The rain drenched his clothes, his hair flat against his scalp.

Don’t worry.

He slowly crouched down, head in his hands as he cried. The tears mixed with the rain falling from his hair onto his face.

“Breaking news. The girl who had attempted suicide earlier this month, has just died from her injuries after being in intensive care the past few weeks,” announced the presenter from a radio nearby. “She appeared to die peacefully with her last words being: ‘It’s okay. There was nothing you could do anyway.’”

The radio slid across the ground, breaking as it hit the lamppost and as the owner of it yelled at him. His breaths were heavy, tears still in his eyes.

“Yah punk are you gonna pay for that?” the owner asked, pushing Jihoon. He glared at the man who stepped back before running off into an alleyway.

“Then why did you bring me into your dreams,” he whispered, sliding against the brick wall as he sat on the wet concrete. “Why did I have to meet you?” He cried, looking up at the grey skies which continued to mercilessly rain down on him in that narrow alleyway.

#jihoon #woozi #seventeen #angst #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #dream #im sorry its exam week #i get angsty

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