#no calling the aliens to help that's cheating

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader[2.6K] a bad dream, a concerned steve, mentions of cheating and self doubt-- and this is definitely not inspired by the way i woke up this morning.

Honestly, you thought you’d gotten over it. 

But upon seeing Steve walk up your driveway, you couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t wait for him to get to the door, to ring the bell and ask you if you knew any pretty girls that would like to go on a date with him. It didn’t matter that that had been the routine for years now, one that normally has you rolling your eyes and batting at his chest until he caught your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm. 

You didn’t wait for any of that. You rushed at the boy before he could make it past the hydrangeas that grew in your front yard, crashing into him in a hug he didn’t expect. Steve caught you anyway, the breath knocked out of him, his arms right around your ribs. 

“Hi,” he said through a laugh, hoisting you closer, your toes barely touching the ground. “Did you miss me or something?”

You mumbled some sort of reply into his shirt, hiding your glassy eyes and hot cheeks as much as you could. You’d seen your boyfriend the night before, it would have stupid to miss him— but after that dream, well. You felt pathetically desperate for him. 

You couldn’t even call it a dream. Not when you’d woken up tangled in your sheets with tears already burning at your eyes. It would’ve been embarrassing if the feeling hadn’t clawed at your chest for the rest of the day, images that your silly mind had conjured up, playing over and over in your head. You’d tried baking, you’d read for a little, you’d even sat down and tried to watch a movie about space and hairy aliens. 

Nothing had worked. 

And now? Now that you were in Steve’s arms, the feelings only intensified. Because this Steve was real and he’d never hurt you, you were sure of it. But still, could see his cold eyes in your dream, the humourless laughter, the pitying staters of your friends—

“Hey,” Steve’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, tearing you away from the familiar nip starting in the corners of your eyes. “You okay?”

You sucked in a deep breath and gathered yourself before you pulled back, peering up at the boy and giving him your best smile. It was more of a press of your lips, but you nodded and took his hand. “Yeah!” You said a little too brightly. “Yeah, yeah, shall we go?”

Steve looked at you suspiciously but he didn’t dig. Not yet. Instead he let you lead him back down the driveway, only taking charge when you came to his car. He opened the door to the passenger side for you, stopping you before you dropped into the seat with his hand on your chin. He grinned when you turned shy for him, his eyes fond. 

“There she is,” he murmured before he leaned over the top of the car door to meet your lips. A sweet kiss, a quick peck that you wished went on longer but you were sure your neighbours would have had something to say. “I didn’t even get a chance to tell you how pretty you look.”

You ducked your chin, wrinkling your nose. Four years on and Steve Harrington still made your tummy flip. It was a full on gymnastic routine in there when the boy looked at you with those eyes. You gazed back up at him, suddenly wishing you could skip the cinema in favour of clinging to him all night instead. 

“Yeah?” You asked. The sudden need for validation, for reassurance, was like a tidal wave. “You think?”

Steve frowned at that, confused by your question. Normally, he’d talk all sweet to you and get another kiss in return, a big smile and a happy hum, all the things he wanted to see from his girl. But right now, you looked a little forlorn. Smaller, quieter, with an uncertainty in your eyes that he didn’t understand. 

He pushed a hand to your jaw, coaxing you to meet his gaze, his thumb skimming over your bottom lips, your cheek. “What’s wrong?” 

Embarrassment burned at your chest, a white hot flush that creeped up along the back of your neck. “What? Nothing.” You were going to have to be more convincing. 

“Yeah, there is,” Steve accused. He was still eyeing you, gaze roaming over your features as if he could find the secret there. He didn’t mean to sound rude, but he knew you too well to fall for your lies. You blinked at him, a sad excuse for a smile stretching over your lips. “Baby—”

“C’mon, we’re gonna miss the movie, Steve,” you tried, smiling a little more brightly as he continued to frown. 

He didn’t say anything, just studied you a little more before he realised you weren’t going to talk yet. So he leaned in again and pouted at you, all sun kissed cheeks from yesterday's day at the pool, new freckles and too long lashes. “Gimme another kiss first,” he bargained. 

So you did, leaning up to meet him this time, pushing up on your toes as you gripped the top of his car door. Steve caught the back of your neck with his hand, holding you close so he could kiss you a little deeper, a little longer, like he could banish away your funny mood with the stroke of his tongue over the seam of your lips. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked once more when he let you pull away for a breath. His nose nudged your cheek, bodies kept apart by the door frame. “We can stay home, if you want.”

Steve watched as you considered and he could see you mulling over his question. But then you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head, that same far away look still in your eyes. He’d been looking forward to seeing the new Indiana Jones movie since he’d first seen the trailer but he’d wait it out, for you. 

“No, no, it’s fine,” you assured him, already ducking into the car. You looked up at him from the seat with big, doe eyes, buckling yourself in. “I’m fine. Let’s go, come on.”

But you weren’t fine and Steve knew that. ‘Cause you spent the drive over to the shopping mall with your gaze set on the streets that were blurring by you. But when Steve curled his hand around your bare thigh instead of the gear stick, you grasped onto his fingers and didn’t let go until he had to park. Even in the cinema, as Steve bought the tickets and the popcorn for you to share, you clung to his side, chin pushed to his bicep and hand twined with his as he passed over his card, not even looking at the cashier as he peered down at you, the same concern making his brows draw together. 

And when Indiana Jones was fighting off another enemy and chasing after his hat, Steve made sure to offer you his hand across the seats, bringing yours to his lips when you took it before dropping them back into your lap. You played with his fingers the entire movie, tracing the lines on his knuckles, laughing when everyone else did but entirely distracted the whole time. 

You didn’t talk much on the way home. The streetlights came and went as Steve drove you both back to his, the yellow-amber glow giving way to navy shadows that made your sad eyes look even sadder and Steve felt a heavy ache in his chest over it all. He started to worry, that maybe he’d upset you somehow, that maybe you didn’t want to be with him anymore. It had to be him, right? 

But you tilted your head up for a kiss when you stood by the front door, waiting for him to unlock it. And Steve obliged, happily, ducking his head down to meet your lips, trailing his affection to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose and chin as well. He kissed you until you whispered his name, thick with fondness, smiling a smile that looked a little more real than before. He gave you one more, a lingering thing that was sweeter than the butter popcorn he’d bought before he was leading you up to his room. 

It eased Steve a little as you toed off your shoes and fell onto his bed, a clumsy shuffle up to his headboard so you could curl yourself into the mountain of pillows there. The boy was quick to follow, crawling up the sheets until he was crowding over you, manhandling you in a way you didn’t object to, letting him nudge his way into your arms until he was between your thighs and resting his chin on your stomach. 

He closed his eyes when your fingers found his hair, lashes fanning over his cheeks, humming at the scratch of your nails on the nape of his neck. And then he blinked at you, his own hand squeezing at your side until you met his gaze. 

“Are you gonna tell me what’s been eatin’ at you?”

Your face scrunched at the question, as if it was an awful thing to answer. But the heavy weight you’d felt at six am that morning came crawling back, forcing itself between the cracks in your ribs until you felt your eyes water. You took your hands from your boyfriend's hair and covered your face with them instead, wishing you could hide away under the duvet until you could wake up and start the day again. 

“It’s so stupid,” you told Steve mournfully, words muffled in your palms. 

“Babe,” Steve sat up and you felt the bed dip and shift as he flopped down next to you. His hands found your wrists and he tried to gently pry your hands from your face. “Baby—” 

You whined when he tugged a little harder, ignoring the way he laughed a little, but you gave in, only to bury your head in his shoulder instead. 

“Hey, come on,” Steve coaxed softly. “What’s wrong, huh? Is it— is it me? Is it something I’ve done?”

Your heart ached with the worry in his voice, an awfully sorrowful thing that made your eyes turn a little more glassy than before. You burrowed closer, needling your arms through Steve’s so you wrap yourself around him. “No— well, yeah in a way.” You heard his sharp inhale and you panicked. “No! It’s not, it’s not like that! God, Steve, it’s so lame, forget I said—”

Clearly reaching his limit, Steve nudged you away only to pull you back in, this time settling you on top of him, your legs thrown over his lap until you were coaxed into straddling him, chin to your chest as he tried to meet your gaze. His hands found the sides of your face , big enough to cover the line of your jaw too and he urged your head up until your cheeks squished between his palms. You pouted. 

“Honey,” Steve breathed out and his eyes were wide, caramel brown and panicked looking. “Please, you’re gonna make me burst a blood vessel here— it’s not lame, okay? Whatever is bothering you this much is not lame.”

You relented, leaning to the side so Steve could take the weight of your head and all the silly little worries that rattled inside of it. His thumb stroked over the apple of your cheek and he waited, one side of his mouth ticking up in a smile when your idle fingers found the front of his shirt. You clung to him. 

“I had a dream, alright?” You spoke to his collar, nose pressed to the boy’s throat, all cologne and laundry detergent. “It’s so stupid. It was awful though, you cheated on me with this— this girl and I don’t even know who she was supposed to be. But she was super pretty and you were so mean about it and—” 

You cut your own rambling off with an embarrassed groan and it only turned into a distressed whine when you heard Steve laugh softly. You rolled off him, letting yourself flop to the side so you could hide your face in his pillows but the boy followed suit. Fingertips dug at your ribs until you squealed and flailed, rolling over to battle away his wandering hands. But Steve was over you, hands on either side of your face as he carefully kept his weight up, his eyes bright and searching your own. 

You squinted back at him, heat clinging to your neck and your cheeks and you didn’t want this, you didn’t want him to make fun of you. Why was he smiling?   

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that it was dream me that was a dick and not actual me.” Steve grinned at you, even when you huffed back at him, but you didn't try to squirm away. “Babe, you shoulda told me, huh?”

“I told you,” you whispered. “It’s lame.”

The boy leaned in, nose bumping your own, foreheads touching. Your breath hitched at his closeness, the feeling of being almost kissed was one that never went away. His lips just touched yours, a barely there thing. “It’s not lame, it’s sounds pretty fucking awful, actually.”

“It was,” you agreed mournfully. “I woke up sweating.” 

Steve laughed at that, a huff of warm air over your lips and you couldn’t help but smile back, a lightness taking over that suffocating feeling that had been stuck in your chest all day. You shook your head at yourself, at your own silliness, letting your hands reach up to slide under Steve’s shirt so you could press your palms to his waist. You wanted him on you. 

“S’that why you’ve been holding onto me all night, huh? Like I’m gonna run away?”

You frowned, head rolling to the side so you could bite affectionately at his bicep. “More like make sure no one stole you,” you mumbled. 

Another laugh, still as soft, still as warm. “You know that won’t happen, right? Like, hell would freeze over before someone else caught my eye.”  

You were silent, eyes trained on Steve’s arm. 

“Babe,” Steve leaned in further, his thighs pushing yours apart so he could lie between them, one of his hands pushing back your hair, his thumb running over your brow bone. Every touch made your body hum. “Baby, you know that right?”

You conceded then, nodding as you turned your head back, lips parting as he caught them between his, a kiss that was much more heated than the others. This one had intent, a meaning behind it that he was trying to make you understand. 

“Would never do that to you,” the boy whispered, his words tumbling onto your lips. You swallowed them whole, used them to close up the yawning crevice that was intent on making your ribs crack. “Ever.”

“I know,” you whispered back and your hands were clinging higher, fingertips pushing into the lines of his back, the muscle that covered his shoulders so you could press him down closer. “I know that. That’s why I said I was being lame.”

Steve tsked at your language again, the awful way you spoke about yourself. But he let you drag him down, giving up on keeping his full weight off of you and he grinned into your hair when you wrapped yourself around him, legs circling his waist, arms around his neck. 

“Dream Steve is an asshole, huh?” He mumbled into your jaw. He pressed a kiss there, a whole line of them until he reached your ear and nuzzled his nose to the spot underneath. He snorted when you nodded your agreement. “Want me to have a word with him?”

You grinned something stupid, squealing when the boy rolled you both over, victorious underneath you when he saw your smile. A real one. You nodded, settling into Steve’s lap as he held your hands, fingers twined between your own. 

“Yes please."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington drabble

[sanjoongie]

𝔽𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝟚𝟜

🥀These prompts are hosted by @thelargefrye and myself, masterlist can be seen here

🥀The following is a month full of Ateez smut. Minors, please do not interact. Various tropes and aus will be utilized as I see fit. This is both a challenge and treat for me as a writing, so I hope you can enjoy it with me!

🥀divider made by @cafekitsune on masterlist and all subsequent posts

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

🥀Day One: Deepthroating- Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when yunho leaves wooyoung to work on assembling the ship himself, you're left to relieve the stress wooyoung has built up

🥀Day Two: Cheating / Creampie- Jongho

🥀Summary: in which you're assigned the alias as Jongho's wife and he takes that pretty fucking seriously

🥀Day Three: Mirror Sex- Hongjoong

🥀Summary: When you chant Bloody Mary in the mirror to get a glimpse of your future husband, you see the Grim Reaper instead, but those aren't mutually exclusive

🥀Day Four: Public Sex- San

🥀Summary: When San comes to you, the local wise woman (read rumored witch), to get a bullet wound dressed, he's also looking to convince you to let him under your skirts, and your heart

🥀Day Five: Dacryphilia- Yunho

🥀Summary: you guide your golden retriever hybrid boyfriend through his first time and you discover you have an affinity for his pretty face when he cries

🥀Day Six: Auralism / Sensory Deprivation - Mingi

🥀Summary: one the full moon, you play a game of Find and Fuck, where you hunt down Mingi with only the sound of his noises as he masturbates

🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism- Seonghwa

🥀Summary: Seonghwa, in pursuit of knowing your body better for breeding techniques, asks if you could show him how you pleasure yourself. The alien soon learns he likes watching you, like all the aliens do

🥀Day Eight: Experimental / Nipple Play- Yeosang

🥀Summary: after an unfortunate accident with your shears, you visit the doctor, only to be surprised by his magic. fate throws you into a blind date with the doctor and then your curiosity gets the better of you when the blind date develops.

🥀Day Nine: Praise / Long Distance Sex- Yunho

🥀Summary: when Yunho calls you one day, drunk and missing you, you let him guide you through some stress releasing phone sex

🥀Day Ten: Hate Fucking - Yeosang

🥀Summary: when you claim that Yeosang was a man of no emotions and Yeosang demanded you prove yourself right, a passionate and hot sex session follows

🥀Day Eleven: Somnophilia- Mingi 

🥀Summary: you make an agreement with your incubus friend that he can feed on you, if only while you’re sleeping

🥀Day Twelve: Mommy Kink - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: wooyoung is just a loser guy in the 2000’s and you’re the hot 2000’s girl that’s considering letting him go down on you… at a cost, of course

🥀Day Thirteen: Uniform - Seonghwa

🥀Summary: When your first mate successfully enacts a mutiny, you’re left with one simple task… to be his cum bucket

🥀Day Fourteen: Threesome / Ritual - San/ Hongjoong

🥀Summary: when San and Hongjoong decide to join your valentine’s day ritual, you get the surprise of a lifetime: a threesome!

🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom / Degradation - Jongho

🥀Summary: as the advisor to a strong lord, and the true power behind the powerful man, you often put Jongho in his place. He adores it, including summoning a certain knight to help, among other degrading acts

🥀Day Sixteen: Cockwarming - Mingi

🥀Summary: when you crave some time with one of your busy boyfriends, the compromise turns out to be everything you need with an unexpected surprise

🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship - San

🥀Summary: San shows that you deserve to be spoiled like the queen you are, and why exactly he was the one chosen to be your first consort

🥀Day Eighteen: Size Kink - Jongho 

🥀Summary: When a particular mission causes you to almost tip over the edge from hero to villain, Jongho is the soothing balm to take your stress away

🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation / Edging - Yunho

🥀Summary: Yunho decides the best way to stop you from beating him in a race to create the best app in a technology contest is to distract you... with his body

🥀Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub / Roleplay - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when you decide the healthy outlet to a rumored lifestyle with your younger lover is in fact to play out a scenario of a woman cheating on her husband with the pool boy

🥀Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs / Overstim - Hongjoong

🥀Summary: Hongjoong accidentally scratches you with his poisonous tail, and the results because of your mating and Seonghwa’s genetically-spiced saliva, are pleasurable for the both of you

🥀Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration - Seonghwa/Yeosang

🥀Summary: Yeosang is in love with his best friend AND his best friend’s girlfriend. What he doesn’t know is you have a grand Master plan to bring you all together

🥀Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when you took Wooyoung in as a stray hybrid, you didn’t think about triggering his rut

🥀Day Twenty-Four: Pegging / Feminization - Mingi

🥀Summary: Mingi got all dressed up for you to fuck him with your strap-on

🥀Day Twenty-Five: Free Use / Spit Play - San/Seonghwa

🥀Summary: a new club is opened in the Choi’s territory, your newly required husbands, in your honor and you arrive with Seonghwa and San in order to christen it properly

🥀Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle sex - Yunho

🥀Summary: an incubus thinks you’re a tasty witch snack as a widow, and it’s about to turn your day around

🥀Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckolding - Yeosang/Jongho

🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it’s weight in crypto credits

🥀Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey / Strength Kink - Hongjoong

🥀Summary: when you and your gaming friend learn about a glitch in one of your favorite games, you exploit it on an erotic level

🥀Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang - ot8

🥀Summary: as the office pet, your duties after hours are completely different

#joongfryefff24 #topaz's work #ღatz #ateez smut #kim hongjoong smut #park seonghwa smut #jeong yunho smut #kang yeosang smut #choi san smut #song mingi smut #jung wooyoung smut #choi jongho smut

[trexiejan]

Some Toxic Dickbabs moments that happened in canon. (LONG POST)

so i saw a dickbabs shipper talking crap about dickkory saying they're the most toxic nightwing ship? and they also claim dickbabs is the most healthiest ? it's ironic considering I've seen many dickbabs comic panels where dickbabs is being toxic towards each other plenty of times in the canon comics. Looks like Tom Taylor wants to brainwash people and make them believe that Dickbabs is such a perfect healthy loving couple since day 1, when that hasn't been true at all before he was put in charge of the nightwing comics to write dickbabs wattpad fanfiction in the book every single issue, this ship has done nothing but damage both characters even in tom taylor's run Dick is turned into a happy go lucky himbo who is incapable of accomplishing anything on his own without being monitored and babysat by barbara 24/7.

Anyways let's proceed with dickbabs history of being a toxic couple.

Remember those times where Barbara physically and verbally assaulted him when he was only trying to be nice and polite. She yelled at him, called him stupid, a crybaby and beat him up.

Also they keep calling Kory a victim blamer for something that happened once in over 30 years ago but ignore the fact that Babs has victim blamed him and slutshamed him multiple times in the modern comics when he was sexually assaulted and raped by Tarantula and when he got shot in the head by the Joker.

Dick just got raped by Tarantula and was traumatized by what happened but instead of comforting Dick, she has the nerve to mockingly say Dick likes his rapist. her jealousy always clouds her judgement.

I'm sorry But Barbara is canonically a victim blamer and a slutshamer. Don't forget how she also insults and slutshames other women like Helena when she gets jealous of the other women in Dick's life. She called dickhelena a cheap one nightstand even though Dick clearly told Helena he doesn't do casual sex and and she mocked Kory and refused to help her on a mission when her people were dying.

so yeah let's get back to her history with victim blaming Dick. She victim blamed him again after he got shot in the head and had an amnesia and when his memories was restored, she lashed out at him for forgetting about her when he had an amnesia.

And remember that time when Bludhaven was burned down and Dick lost his apartment, he came to Barbara to ask if he can stay at her place but she kicked him out of her apartment the next day. She's totally fine with him being homeless but dickbabs shippers claim babs has always been very loving and supportive towards him while calling Kory a slut.

Even in elseworld stuff she treats him like garbage. Aside from cheating on Dick with Batman and getting pregnant with Batman's baby in the BTAS universe, she's also very emotionally abusive to him in comics where dickbabs shippers brag about them having a kid in it like in whiteknight.

Barbara was always out there acting like a toxic judgemental domineering bitch in the modern canon comics, Barbara behaved like this consistently for more than 30 years but Kory is the one we should crucify over something that she did only once from 30 years ago 🙄 Did they crucify Barbara too when she was ableist to Cass and called her stupid because she can't read.

And they call Kory a sexual assaulter? Because she kissed him when they first met. Did they forgot that Kory was an alien, she was clueless about Earth laws when she first came to earth, she didn't know that you're actually not supposed to kiss someone without their consent, she had no clue that it was considered inappropriate and she kissed him not to sexually assault him but for her to learn english. Her people can learn other languages through kissing and Kory didn't learn anything about Human law until she officially joined the teen titans, so you can actually excuse her for her behavior what's not excusable is Barbara who was a human being who studied law for years, but still has the nerve to commit a sexual crime. As always, She violated Dick's personal privacy, she put camera on his apartment so she can enjoy watching him naked without his consent. Look it up on google the crime is called voyeurism. Barbara would considered a creepy criminal by human law. I'm not surprised considering I always think of her as a type of gf who has no respect for her partner's personal space especially when she's Oracle, She never respected Dick's privacy even in tom taylor's run, she keeps monitoring his every move in her computer, she always invades his personal space. Dick is trapped in this relationship. It's not a good relationship if you constantly watch your partner's every move and if you keep following your partner around like a dog wherever he goes.

Many people think Dickbabs is such a healthy because of Tom Taylor's run. I think for someone who is a huge dickbabs shipper like tom taylor it's expected he's gonna try to convince people to believe that to to sell his favorite ship but in reality even in Tom Taylor's run Dickbabs relationship is pretty toxic and forced. It's toxic when your partner doesn't respect your privacy, when your partner constantly stalks and keeps an eye on you on every single thing that you do, when you wanna talk to other people but she's there lurking in her computer listening to your conversations with other people, when she puts a camera on your mask so she can always see what you see and hear what you hear, as if you're not a real human being who needs your own privacy, and constantly follows you around like a dog, like Barbara does to him every single issue. It really is a sign of an abusive relationship when there is no respect. How is Tom Taylor's Nightwing good when the book keeps destroying Dick's independece by having Barbara stuck to him like a leech 24/7 . The book is called Nightwing but Tom Taylor turned it into a Nightwing and Batgirl fanfiction series where 90% of the time Dick hasn't done anything on his own and where his IQ is chopped off in half to prop up Barbara as the smarter woman in their relationship. Dick can't even handle his own missions without constantly being babysat by Barbara in her computer like a sidekick who needs to be watched 24/7.

Poor Dick he became Nightwing to stop being Batman's sidekick and be independent only for Barbara to take away his independence and treat him like a sidekick again. Dickbabs has always been a toxic ship in any kind of form.

and don't forget Tom Taylor himself is a toxic misogynist slutshamer. He keeps throwing shade on Kory on twitter by liking comments that slutshame her on twitter

You know what would be the best way to fix dickbabs? is by letting them move on from each other! Let them grow tf up and move forward in life outside this relationship.

Babs is an anchor that brings him down whenever she's too involved in his life and same with Babs because do dickbabs shippers even care about Barbara. I haven't seen any barbara fan complain about barbara not doing anything on her own other than chasing dick around like a dog in his comicbook every single issue.

#dickbabs #anti dickbabs #antidickbabs #anti tom taylor #dickbabs shippers are the most hypocritical fandom i've ever seen

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

#lovebrush chronicles #alkaid mcgrath #addy rambles #THANK YOU to the discord for spitballing ideas around with me it meant the world :') #long post #im normal im normal im normal guys im normal im normal #just wanted to list out some of the smaller reasons why he wound up being one of my favs that ppl might miss hehe #tempted to do one for ayn one of these days he's my number twooo

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Title: Union

Yandere! The ‘General!’ x fem! Reader!

(Mr Villain's Day Off)

Warnings: general yandere themes, toxic relationship, blood and slight(?) gore, violence (reader’s neck is bitten), idealization/fantasies of murder, implied possessiveness, and obsessiveness, implied codependent behavior.

I took liberation with this and created the custom of the General’s species biting the neck of their lover as some sort of vow. Like with Omega Au.

He’s out of character in this lmao.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/LURKERS/DNI

Disclaimer: I do not support or encourage any of the toxic and harmful behaviors/thoughts that may take place in this piece of fiction. It should not be romanticized or even considered normal as it is both extremely toxic and dangerous.

Word count: 1261k

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His teeth hurt.

Sharp and pearly white, now stained with your blood. Your nails claw into his shoulders, his trench coat softening the impact. He’s more like a vampire and not an alien, you think. This twisted sense of… union isn’t really your thing. Not when it involves teeth and blood, the ritual being repeated once every other year, something that is expected and welcomed by his species.

You wouldn’t have minded it if you had decided to stay. But you do because you wanted out, tired of his little secrets, the long nights, the hidden phone calls. You would have rather that he was cheating on you, an unfaithful bastard who couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Instead, you got an alien who didn’t understand what ‘no’ meant.

A little too faithful, too love stricken to see past that beautiful, beautiful tinted rose filter. And he wanted the same from you, it seems. With sharp teeth and an iron grip, he held you in place, desperate after an hour of pleas that were so unlike him.

One of his hands held the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His ring feels cold, his blunt nails feel sharp, he’s stronger, bigger than you. Resistance was futile.

His teeth dig deeper, rougher. Tears form in your eyes, running down your face in big, fat streaks, sobbing into the collar of his coat. Everything is a blur, and his free hand rubs circles into your back, attempting to soothe you. It doesn’t, it makes you feel worse because it reminds you that this man is not just a monster but has feelings and guilt like everyone else –

You genuinely, genuinely hate this alien? Man? You despise him, wanted to scalp him alive, to stab a knife through his heart until the only color you could see was red. But you would never be able to do that. Nor will you be able to drive a knife through your own heart just to escape your dammed faith.

“I’m sorry, please endure it for a bit longer…,” he gasps out before he sinks his teeth into your neck again. Your own dug into his hair, fingers pulling at his roots. The tears don’t stop and neither does his bite.

“Hurts – it hurts!” sobbing, you still attempt to push and pull his head away, but to no avail. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, breathing, and able to think. Crimson runs down your neck, stains your pretty lacy white shirt, all the while the man enjoys his sweet, sweet time with you. Like enjoying a juicy steak.

“…Hah… it’s done,” his tone, despite being comforting, was a shrill scream in your ear. His tongue pokes out, only to lick the wound, saliva mixing in with blood. It’s slimy and roughish, with a squishiness to it. Like a warm wet rag pressed against your neck. The only difference being it’s an organic tongue and not some fabric.

“… I’m sorry,” another lick, another circle rubbed onto your back. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts –

“I know it hurts… I forgot how… fragile humans could be. I’m sorry.” Too tired to fight back anymore, you fall limp in his embrace. Your jaw goes slack, eyelids too heavy to keep open. The void is calling for you.

You should have rejected his help, that day. You should have carried those heavy bags up the stairs that day, even if it meant you would have pulled a muscle or two. You should have ignored him when you kept running into him, both of you surprised to see the other so frequently. You should have kept your mouth shut and feelings hidden, your confession forgotten and your first kiss nonexistent.

Should have done this, should have done that – it’s too late to wallow in the past. The mirror cracked long ago, just like your sense of self. Like your trust in the one person who should have been your ‘everything.’ Whatever that was.

Something you realized was harmful for you, but he refused to acknowledge it. To accept it.

You should have rejected his invitation to his apartment. To get your stuff back. You should have avoided him instead of still trusting him once he let his true identity slip through that tongue of his. How naïve and stupid of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone, before.”

Neither have you.

“You make me rethink my stance on humans.” He sits you down on his couch, reaching for the medical supplies sitting at the side. He prepared for this. He’s always been ready for this.

You never had a say-so in the matter. How cruel.

“You make me question myself, and what I’m fighting for.” Your eyes shut close, a towel – wet and warm – pressed against the open wound. He holds it there for a good while. Assuring that his prized ‘lover’ would be patched up in no time.

“Our customs are different from yours. It’s painful, even for us. But you don’t have to relive this pain.” You’re vaguely aware of the cotton ball, of the scent of medical ointments and the towel being pressed against the bleeding wound once more. You’re too tired to open your eyes, but you fear you might die if you don’t.

“… You should… have let me go.” It’s broken and weak, almost less than a whisper, but you manage to talk. It’s painful and took extreme amounts of effort, but you talked. You almost wish you would die – but the fear of meeting nothing but a black abyss on the other side of the road scares you more than this fiend.

He doesn’t say anything. Just tends to the wound that he inflected on you like it was just another Tuesday night. You never asked for this. You would have never asked for this, the pain, the betrayal he’s hidden from you these past two years.

You almost wish he only said ‘yes’ just to use you. A sick twisted sense of humor, a past time he could always forget at a later date. Amusement that would grow boring, dull. A toy he could have left in an open field, neither destroying it nor loving it.

If this was a romance story, then this would have been the best ending. Two crossed-star-lovers who put aside their differences to be together. One changing his view on the ‘enemy’ because his sweetheart was from that group. They fail to show the ugly side of ‘love.’

You had chosen a rotten apple and now it has poisoned you.

“… I know that you must hate me.”

You do, you hate him as much as you fear him.

“But I…”

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

His phone goes off exactly three times before he fishes it out of his coat pocket, a sneer displayed on his mouth. His teeth show, dyed red. Still sharper than a knife.

You don’t get to see the caller ID.

“– General! Listen, I know that it is your off day – “

“Get to the point. I’m giving you five seconds before I hang up.”

You don’t get to hear the conversation, either. You could barely feel the wet rag dabbing your neck. Or the smell of herbs. You wonder if he would let you die just like this. Or if he would find a way to ‘save’ you.

Nothing matters anymore, you suppose.

Not when the ‘General’ decided that you were lovelier than a rose and brighter than the stars amongst a darken sky.

#mr villain's day off #mr villain's day off x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere mr villain's day off #yandere mr villain's day off x reader

[thestarlithideout]

Any Shirt You Want ~ Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Requested: No Requests are: Open!

Summary: After a long night at a casino, you are kidnapped by a former jedi.

Warnings: Language, fluff, kidnapping

A/n: Transferred from my wattpad account with the same name.

"Oh, come on!" You cried, cursing your luck. You had just lost the last of your credits to a slime ball who you just knew had cheated or slipped a card up one of his many fat rolls. You threw your cards down on the table, "Help a girl out? That was my dinner!"

It just muttered something in an alien language which you didn't have a chance at understanding.

Your eyebrows kinked together, "Huh?" The creature just grumbled, glaring at you, and shook his head no. 

Damn it. Third night in a row, I really gotta stop playing with cheating dirt bags. 

You went to find your friend since birth (almost), Zola. He was quite the charmer, but you had known him almost all your eighteen years. He was a goofball once you got to know him, but the "ladies" were normally gone by then. You were one in the same, though you didn't sleep around quite as much. You were more into the flirting, the game of it all. 

You shoved past the people that crowded the casino of Coruscant, fighting off a few wandering hands on the way. That was to be expected though, you were a beautiful girl surrounded by drunk idiots. Didn't make it okay, but you expected it. 

Despite that, Coruscant was where you felt the most at home, alive. Something about the bustling streets and abundance of people made you feel secure. 

Ah, finally. There he is. 

You had spotted Zola chatting up a girl, no surprise there, while he tossed a pair of dice on the green felt table. You heard the crowd yell, and then Zola whispering in the ear of the girl. Probably something like calling her a "lucky charm." You had seen it all. 

You decided to leave him to his tricks, and get a drink. Possibly start up another game of poker with a group of folks you know can't pay back. You leaned against the counter, "Hey, barkeep, what do I gotta do to get a drink around here?" You asked with a wink to the girl and a grin on your face. 

"Well first," she turned, "my name is Chip. And second, you have to have something to pay me with." She looked you up and down, a judging look on her face. 

You spread your hands, raising your brows, "Well, that's debatable, Chip. Guy says he didn't cheat, but you know how people 'round these parts are." 

She gave you a small smile, "Well then I'm afraid you can't have a drink then, sweetheart." You scrunched your nose, "Damn. Oh well, worth a shot." You said with a shrug, and turned around to go collect Zola's money. He was much better at Craps than you. But as you turned around, you collided head first into a wall of black and felt something cold running down the front of your shirt. 

"I'm sorry about that." The man said. You shook your head, aggravated, "It's fine. Excuse me," you said, pushing past him and heading towards Zola. 

You walked towards him, tapping him on the shoulder, distracting him from his game. "We have to go, some guy spilled his drink on me." He turned around,  a dazed look on his face. You sighed, aggravated. 

"Come on, Zola. We have to go. Get your shit snd let's get out of here."

"Why, Y/n?" He whined, "I'm having fun with Gentry." 

"It's Gia." She slurred, leaning over his lap to look at you and giving you a big grin. 

"Nice to meet ya, Gia. I have to take your boy toy home now. Big day tomorrow." You gave her a tight lipped smile, of which you lied right through. Big day, my ass. 

You grabbed Zola by his tunic, dragging him off the stool. That was when you noticed the people watching you, waiting for you to continue the game or drag odd the man that was screwing them out of their money. "We're collecting." Is what you said to the Dealer Bot, he nodded in response and transferred the money to the account Zola had programmed. 

"That is 600 credits to your friend Zola's account, miss" Your eyes went wide, nodding your head. Nice job Zola, you thought. 

You thanked the droid and dragged Zola towards the exit. "C'mon, Y/n/n, you could've at least let me say goodbye." You rolled your eyes, knowing if he said "goodbye" then he would have ended up in her bed, regretting everything. 

"No, Zola." You said, but as you were walking out the door, you ran into a familiar face... Er, well, chest. 

"Can you watch where you're going? Kinda busy here, might wanna get out."

Your eyes flared up in anger, "You're the one who spilled your drink on me!" You yelled. "This is a grey shirt, your drink was lime green! You better find a way to pay me back." You glared at him. 

"Again, I'm really sorry about that. But I have to go." He looked over the top of your head, evidently for someone. He wasn't paying attention at all, your words went in one ear and out the other. 

"I'm talking to you." You said impatiently, grabbing onto Zola's shirt when he tried to wander back off. 

"Listen, I'm sorry." He was looking at you now, and he was not happy. He was panicked and worried about whoever he was looking for. "But I'm looking for someone important, now take your boyfriend and get out of here before something bad happens." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"First," you cocked your head to the side. "He isn't my boyfriend. And second, is that a threat?!" You all but yelled again, getting ready to defend yourself if needed. 

"No, someone dangerous is here and we're trying to find him. But I can't do that because Obi-Wan is missing." Your eyes widened in realization. He was a Jedi. You recognized the name — Obi-Wan. 

Those guys were awesome. But this one was a jerk. Maybe.

"Whatever. I still want another shirt. You've gone and stained this one." 

"Later." He was distracted again, being as polite as he could as he squeezed past you in the doorway. You squinted your eyes at him, but opted out of whatever he was involved in. If what he said was true, and he was likely telling the truth, then someone dangerous was here. And you were just about caught up between it all. 

Zola saw your ship before you did, and went running off, stumbling a couple times, towards the ship. That was when you heard light footsteps behind you. The Jedi's words rang out like a siren in your head, 'someone dangerous is here.' 

You sped up, holding your head high and balling up your fists'. 

You heard them speed up, but maybe it was just your imagination. You hoped it was just your imagination. 

But then you couldn't move. Your legs felt like they were glued to the ground, no matter how much you struggled. You couldn't move. "Help!" You screamed. "Help me!" 

You heard then directly behind you now. "Quiet." They hissed. And then you couldn't open your mouth. Your face was frozen in fear, mouth closed but eyes a silent cry for help. Their fingers were cold as they trailed down your arm, you jerked away from him, shoulder hitting his mouth. You saw his face. His twisted, scarred face. Yet underneath, you could see the youthful beauty it once held. You recognized him from a broadcast you saw a month ago. Ethbren, a Jedi turned Sith. Your eyes widened in fear. He had killed many Jedi Masters, Padawans, and younglings. Not to mention the numerous civilians he had captured and tortured until they submitted to him and pledged themselves to the dark side. 

Your head snapped back towards your ship, where you could see Zola clambering up the steps. You wished he was sober, maybe he would look over here and come help you. Instead you were left to struggle against the man's icy grip. 

He was dragging you to his ship. You tried to kick him, but he stopped you every time. But you didn't stop struggling against him. Just seconds later, you saw two people burst through the doors of the casino, it was the man who spilled his drink on you and an older one who you recognized as Obi-Wan Kenobi. You struggled even harder against Ethbren, trying once again to scream for them, but to no avail. 

But they spotted you anyways, and started sprinting towards you. Or maybe it was just towards the former Jedi they had waited so long to capture.

Ethbren saw them, and shoved you up the stairs onto his ship, but you just planted yourself on the steps. Lashing out when he tried to move you, it delayed him nearly none. 

He kicked you onto the ship, and closed the hatch, you beat against it as he walked towards the captain's area. He had released his hold on you now that you were on the ship, because now you couldn't escape. You were beating on the door, looking out the small circle window towards the two Jedi's who were now only separated from you by inches. They took out their lightsabers and they motioned for you to back up, and to distract Ethbren you started yelling at him instead. 

"How dare you kidnap me!" You screamed as you walked away from the door and towards the cockpit. "I'll have your head once I'm out of here. You hear me you egg tin? You're dead!" He ignored you, so you decided to keep screaming profanities. 

"You fucking piece of shit, you hear me egg tin? You slimy piece of worm-ridden filth! You let me go right now or I'll sick Zola on you!" You spat on his control panel, just to piss him off. That last part was not a lie, once Zola sobered up and found out about this, he would raise hell. 

Ethbren spun out of his chair quicker than you could blink, and backed you up against the wall. "You're going to sick your boyfriend on me? Or is he your dog?" 

"He's not either one, you dungcreeper." You shoved him away from you, making him crash into his little seat once again. You turned back towards the door where you found the Jedi's had broken through the door, well, cut through. You broke out into a grin for the first time that night. They looked shocked, impressed, even. Though for what you weren't sure. 

"Guess what, you're not the only one with tricks." He growled from the cockpit, and immediately you felt your throat closing, air barely able to escape and you looked at the two Jedi who, without a seconds hesitation, broke out into action.  They twisted around you towards Ethbren, who when he saw the two Jedi's, flung you across the room. 

You hit a wall, and you felt a stinging sensation above your eye. You tried standing, but you got dizzy. You took a deep breath and stood up. You brought a hand up to your eyebrow, and it hurt when you touched it, and came back red.

A yell brought your attention back to the fighting group. Ethbren had been stabbed through his leg with the lightsaber, and fell to the floor on his knees.

"Surrender, Ethbren. You've hurt too many people." Obi-Wan glanced over at his partner, and without a word passing between the two, the man turned and walked towards you, retracting his lightsaber. You wiped the trickle of warm blood that had ran down just a little bit away from your eye and onto your shirt. It was ruined anyways. What was a little blood? 

"Are you okay?" He asked, wincing at the cut on your forehead. He started to usher you out of the ship and onto solid ground again, leaving Obi-Wan to arrest Ethbren. 

"I'm okay." But your voice came out hoarse and sore. 

"I'll get you a new shirt. It's not a big deal." He smiled at you, making you shake your head. 

"It's alright." You rubbed at your throat, still sore. You gave him a small smile as you reached the door of the casino. You really should be getting on your ship and leaving. But you couldn't bring yourself to. 

"I'm Anakin." He said after a moment of an awkward silence. "You're Y/n?" You raised your eyebrows at him, how the hell did he know that? You dabbed at your eyebrow with you ruined shirt, patting away the blood. 

"I overheard you and your friend in the casino." You let out a small, "Oh," and nodded. 

Thankfully, Obi-Wan came out, holding the traitor in chains. "Anakin!" He yelled, "Come here." Anakin glanced at you before jogging to Obi-Wan. He started speaking to him, and you sat on the ground, still somewhat in shock. You knocked the tips of your shoes together as you stared at the ground. You didn't even notice the trio walking up to you until they scared you half to death. 

You glanced up, taking in a sharp breath when you saw them standing over you. "Jeez. Say something next time." You laughed as you stood up. 

"I'll get you, bitch." Ethbren snapped. You rolled your eyes. 

"I'll hold you to that." You gave a fake grin. 

"Thank you for you assistance, Y/n." Obi-Wan spoke to you now, giving you a nod. "Now, I believe that Anakin might be able to explain this better than I, so I will be taking the prisoner to the ship."

"It was self preservation, it wasn't a big deal." You shrugged, wondering what Anakin could possibly say better than Obi-Wan. 

He nodded once at you, and yanked Ethbren away, as you wiggled your fingers at Ethbren. 

You let out a sigh after he was out earshot, slumping back against the wall. You closes your eyes, rubbing your your temples. A splitting headache had started to eat away at your head, and your patience. 

"As he was saying, there is something odd about you." 

"That's nice." You snorted. 

"No," he scrambled to correct himself, "I just meant something different. No, that's not right either. Just something you wouldn't normally see in a person." He smiled at you, hoping to the maker that that had made sense. 

You cocked an eyebrow. "Huh?" 

"Uhm, Obi-Wan noticed that there was a strong presence of the force in you. He wants you to join us on our trip back to the temple, just to see what it was about." He licked his lips, opening his hands in proposition. 

"I, Uhm, me?" You, have the force? "Are you sure? Maybe you were picking up on what's-his-face." There might have been a couple times, where you had been able to convince someone to do something for you, or you had just barely missed being hit by something though it seemed it was coming right for you. But that wasn't the force. It happened to everyone. Didn't it? 

"He says it was you. I understand this can be frightening.  But-" 

"No, not frightening, I'm actually overly-excited. Just shocked." You said, letting out a huff of air. "I'll have to fly my ship, it's right over there." You gestured towards your ship, still processing the information. 

"Great, I'll accompany you." He nodded once, a smile on his face. You nodded. 

--- 

Ten minutes later you were dumping cold water on Zola, waking him up with a shout. "What the hell?" He said, voice sounding like sleep. 

"Long story. But I was almost kidnapped, choked, screamed at the dude who did it, and found out that I'm gonna be a Jedi while you've been passed out in here for the last hour." You pull him off the seats he was sitting across, and introduced him to Anakin. "Zola, this is Anakin. He's showing us how to get to the Jedi temple." Zola's eyes were wide, and he licked his lips and looked down at his knees. 

"You were kidnapped?!" He yelled, standing up. His entire demeanor changed, from sleepy and disoriented to enraged and terrifying. It as directed at Ethbren, but he was still pretty intimidating when he was angry.

"Almost. But I'm gonna be a fucking Jedi, dude. Focus on that, the kidnapping was temporary." He looked at you, a blank expression on his face. 

"What the actual fuck? You were almost kidnapped, and you're worrying about being a Jedi." He was still raising his voice at you, but he was more worried about your sanity than your safety as of right now. 

"Yes I'm worried about being a Jedi! Why wouldnt I be? that shits gonna be awesome." 

Zola's mouth made an 'o' shape, and he made strangled noises. "Wh- Y/n! U- W- Are you serious?!" His voice got squeaky as he went on, and he was about to laugh. You could just tell. But it wasn't because something was funny, it was because it was the only thing he could do besides yell. 

"Calm yourself, Zola." You raised an eyebrow. "It's all good." You shrugged, turning to Anakin. "Do you know how to pilot this thing?" 

His smile was enormous. "Do I know how to fly this?" 

Twenty minutes later, you were smiling too. Screaming as well, but smiling nonetheless. "Damn, you're a better pilot than I am." You looked back at Zola, who looked like he was gonna be sick. 

"Hey!" You snapped at Zola, making him look up. "If you're gonna puke on my ship, do it in a bucket." 

He nodded, "Yeah yeah, I know." 

Anakin looked over at you in the Co-Pilot seat and smiled. "You're excited?" You answered with a quick nod. "Good, cause we're here." Your smile grew larger and larger as he landed your ship, and you bolted off of the ship, barely waiting for Anakin to get off. 

"No, I'm good!" You heard Zola yell. "You go ahead, I'm gonna stay behind. My head hurts." You let out a loud laugh, nodding. 

"Don't puke on my fucking ship!" You hollered a warning back to him. 

---

You lay down at the end of the night, exhausted. You had to meet the council, and Obi-Wan had to explain everything to you. You didn't even recall half of the information. But you could bullshit your way out of anything. Even after everything else, you had to stand around and listen to Obi-Wan lecture Anakin about making an hour trip in twenty minutes. It was hard not to laugh. 

Zola had been given a temporary room in a nearby hotel. You accompanied him, but didn't stay for long before bidding him a goodnight. 

But now you were exhausted and you couldn't sleep. What the hell, you thought, I'm not gonna get kicked out for walking around. 

You kicked off the blankets that Anakin had given you and threw on a jacket and some socks. You creeped out of the room, quiet so you didn't wake anyone.  

You walking down one of the many hallways in the temple, wandering where to, you weren't sure. But you heard a door creak, and spun around, almost falling because of your socks. You caught yourself before you could make anymore noise, just barely stifling a laugh. "Hello?" 

You put on a deep voice, and slunk into the shadows, "Hello, young Anakin." But burst out coughing seconds later. 

"Y/n?" You could hear the smile in his voice. 

"Yessir." You stepped out from behind the corner, seeing him standing outside of one of the only doors scattered in the hallway. "I couldn't sleep." You shrugged. 

"Oh. Mind if I join you on your walk?" You made a 'why not' face, "Sure." 

He nodded, shutting the door behind him and catching up with you. "Why couldn't you sleep?" 

"Fuck I don't know, jitters maybe? But really I just have a hard time falling asleep anywhere." He nodded. You supposed he must understand, why else would he be up? "What about you?" 

"Bad dreams." He muttered. 

"Do you wanna talk about them?" 

"No." He said, shaking his head. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, turning down another hallway. This one was much colder, and it seemed abandoned. "Can we be down here?" It felt like a ghost town, like somewhere that would be restricted. Either way, it made your blood run cold. 

Your voice was quiet, it seemed fitting for the bone-chilling atmosphere. 

"I can't see why not. I don't think that anyone goes down here anymore is all." His voice was too loud in the quiet of the hallway. Now all the sound that remained was the padding of feet against the freezing floor. You heard a door slam, and froze. Anakin stopped as well, but looking back at you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward and turned down another hall. 

This one was better lit, but still no sign of life in it. "Anakin maybe we should go back. Take a different route." You shook your head as you spoke, stopping him. You hadn't realized that you were still clinging to his hand. But he was warm as you were cold, calm compared to your anxiety. 

"It's okay, this next turn should lead us to a busier section." He squeezed your shoulder, and pulled you along while rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. You just nodded. "Okay." 

You walked for another moment in silence until you heard a voice shouting from behind you, "What the hell are you two doing? You aren't supposed to be out of bed!" You froze along with Anakin, and immediately the two of you started running, he unfortunately let go of your hand. You screeched a laugh as the guard groaned, shouting after you. Anakin took an abrupt turn, grin on his face, pulling you to the left, down another hallway. Before the guard turned the corner, he pulled you to the left, and took another right immediately after. He yanked you into an open room, silently shutting the door behind you. 

"Is this the training room?" You asked when you noticed the training sabers lying around the room on scuffed up mats. 

"Yeah." He spoke dreamily, as if caught up in memories, maybe fantasies. Maybe neither. You walked towards a saber without processing it completely, and clicked it on. You waved it through the air, listening to the buzzing that followed. 

"Want me to show you how to use it?" He asked quietly. You looked over to him and nodded eagerly. "Please do." He picked up another training saber and positioned his hands, showing it to you after. 

"See? Just your dominant hand above the other, but try to keep your wrists' loose." You followed his actions, but clicked it off until he told you to turn it back on. "Good, that's good. Just. . ." He trailed off as he came over to you, putting his light saber down. He put his hands over yours, turning them a little bit. "That way it'll be easier to move around and block an advance." But he didn't move his hands from yours.

Rather, he froze, looking into your eyes. You heard his breathing slow down as he attempted to slow his racing heart. His eyes flicked down to your lips, but not move back up. Instead, he took the training saber from you and dropped it to the ground. It landed with a thud. His hands moved up your arms and one rested on the nape of your neck, the other kept moving to your cheek. You took a slight, shuddering breath in as his tongue darted out from his mouth, licking his lips before chewing on the bottom one. Your stomach was twisting around as you waited for him to do something. 

"I really wanna kiss you." His voice was low and practiced. As if he had been anticipating this. 

"Then do it." And he did. He pressed his chapped lips against your soft ones and let out a low sigh. You melded against him, sinking into his touch as if he were quicksand. Your hands moved to grip his shirt as you tried to pull him closer to you, pressing your lips harder against his. His hand that rested on the nape of your neck moved down to your waist, squeezing you as he pulled away from you reluctantly. You let out a gratified sigh, leaning into his hand. He leaned down and pressed a subdued kiss to your lips. 

The next words you spoke came in a whisper, a reluctant question that you weren't sure you  wanted the answer to. "What happens now, Anakin?" You opened your eye to find his already cracked open and staring at you.  "Doesn't the code say something about attachments?" 

"Screw the code. We'll hide. I don't care." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," he nodded. 

"Okay." You smiled. Anakin grinned wide, before picking you up, holding you in a hug, and spinning you around once and setting you back down. He kissed you once more, with a little more need this time, his hands were in your hair and your arms were around his waist, grabbing onto his back. 

"You can have any shirt of mine you want. I don't care as long as I'm the one who gets to see you in them." He muttered against your lips, making you laugh into the kiss. 

Masterlist

#anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #rots #anakin fanfiction #obi wan and anakin #kenobi #padme amidala

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

·:·.☽✧═══ 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ═══✧☾.·:·.

|| ⦅ 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⦆ ||

·:·.☽✧═══ 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CONTENT: AU//no outbreak, age gap (50/24), pining, slow burn, angst, protector!Joel, soft!Joel, POV switching, patriarchal abuse, maternal abandonment, physical/mental/financial abuse, internalized values of low self-worth, unlearning negative behaviors and mindsets, societal structures concerning abuse and recovery, dysfunctional family dynamics | SYNOPSIS: Well into the prime of your life with little to show for it, you begin to wonder if you will ever get out of the terrible home life your mom and brother already fled. Any attempt to gain independence is thwarted by your controlling, cruel father, and you fear you will be stuck forever. It's when your neighborhood acquaintance Joel Miller enters the picture that your remaining ray of hope shines a little brighter.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＥＮＤＬＥＳＳ ＮＩＧＨＴ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 62.1k (as of Chapter 12) | WARNINGS: explicit sexual content (later chapters), PTSD, allusions to sewer slide and self-harm, grief, typical canon violence, 🔥SLOW. BURN. VERY SLOW BURN.🔥 | SYNOPSIS: You are Jackson’s Community Coordinator amongst other things pertaining to getting newcomers settled into the community. Your work is cut out for you when Joel and Ellie return from their travels and are now under your wing. Will you manage to integrate them into Jackson and add to your growing list of success stories or will their arrival only stir up ghosts from the past and leave you lost? Spoiler: It’s the ghosts from the past option, but maybe Joel can help.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＦＥＲＡＬ ＷＯＭＡＮ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 63.8k (as of Chapter 10) | WARNINGS: material related to SA, physical violence, captivity, trauma, slave trader, typical canon violence, and explicit sexual content (later chapters) | SYNOPSIS: You are the ex-captive of a slaver group’s ringleader. Now that you are free, you have to navigate your newfound freedom and all the terrifying things that brings. Will you ever be able to feel safe enough again to let others in or will you always struggle with the walls you’ve built over the years to protect yourself? Spoiler: PTSD and trauma are complicated and difficult, but we like “and they lived happily ever after” vibes around these here parts.

·:·.☽✧═══ Ａ ＷＥＩＧＨＴ ＯＦＦ ＹＯＵＲ ＳＨＯＵＬＤＥＲＳ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), cheating, negative body image, negative self-talk, discussions of body image struggles | SYNOPSIS: // AU no outbreak // a series of oneshots in chronological order that follow the story of Joel and his new neighbor who returns to Texas following a devastating breakup and called off engagement. With her life completely uprooted and her self-confidence shot, she works through moving on to bigger and better things. Enter DILF neighbor Joel Miller.

·:·.☽✧═══ Ａ ＳＡＶＡＧＥ ＰＬＡＣＥ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): sub!Joel Miller x dom!fem!OC | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CONTENT: exploration of power dynamics, submissive and domination practices, dirty talk, rewards and punishments, kinky shit idk? this is legit an entire collection about Joel being a submissive lmao | SYNOPSIS: Set in Jackson // Joel Miller has been a tightly wound grump since the day you first met. His gruff, unfriendly demeanor is enough of a deterrent for most everyone, but you’re not fazed by it one bit, which only seems to aggravate him even more. When his surly disposition puts you in peril, you’ve had enough and are determined to change his attitude for good.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＪＩＺＺ ＦＩＮＧＥＲＳ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): shapeshifting alien (any and all P boys) x reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CONTENT: CRACKFIC // A shapeshifting alien falls in love with you and morphs into whatever you want. He also comes out of his fingers sometimes.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＷＨＩＳＴＬＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＤＡＲＫ ═══✧☾.·:·. 🅲🅾🅼🅿🅻🅴🆃🅴🅳 - total WC 52.1k

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x married!fem!OC | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CONTENT: cuckolding, infidelity (husband cheating on wife), verbal/emotional/physical abuse, angst, fluff, pining, horny demon hours shit, Joel is mean and unhinged as fuck but it's not at us so it's totally fine and not at all dubious and possibly upsetting 👀 | SYNOPSIS: Set in Jackson // Your husband Matthew is a serial cheater, but his recent bout of infidelity has crossed the line. You agree to not reveal his dark secret under one condition: you will bring one man of your choosing into your shared home and have sex with him while your husband watches. Enter Joel Miller. What was supposed to be a one time thing ends up changing the nature of your marriage forever.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＬＩＱＵＩＤ ＧＯＬＤ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!reader x Tommy Miller | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | SYNOPSIS: A chance meeting leads to finding the love of two brothers.

·:·.☽✧═══ ＤＲＥＡＭ ＷＩＴＨＩＮ Ａ ＤＲＥＡＭ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): incubus!Ezra x virgin!fem!OC/reader

·:·.☽✧═══ ＣＩＮＮＡＭＯＮ ＡＮＤ ＳＵＧＡＲ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!reader

·:·.☽✧═══ ＧＡＬＬＥＴＩＴＡ ═══✧☾.·:·

| PAIRING(s): chubby Javi P x fem!reader

·:·.☽✧═══ ＴＨＥ ＧＩＦＴ ＯＦ ＹＯＵＲ ＧＲＡＶＥ ═══✧☾.·:·.

| PAIRING(s): dom!Max Phillips x sub!Frankie Morales

·:·.☽✧═══ Ａ ＴＡＢＬＥ ＦＯＲ ＴＷＯ ═══✧☾.·:·. CRACKFIC // | PAIRING(s): Mrs. Claudia Flores x the Italian Water x the Lisa from Temecula skit shaky table

✨🎃 Kinktober 2023 🎃✨

⦅ Ezra ⦆ ⦅ Frankie ⦆ ⦅ Javi P ⦆ ⦅ Joel ⦆ ⦅ Max L ⦆ ⦅ Max P ⦆ ⦅ Other P-Boys ⦆

#masterlist #fic masterlist

[strawberrylabs]

Can you do a Larry Johnson X reader with ADHD, Fluff story

(A bit more info abt me: I have style my hair in an Afro with bangs just above my eyebrow which is dyed black, I’m black but with light skin, I curse a lot and I’m usually seen as loud or childish, and I’m an ENTP)

And can it be in a setting where we go out to an arcade or smth?

Please and tysm!!

Arcade Date!

Larry Johnson x Adhd!reader

Im so so sorry for how long this took! Tumblr keeps eating my posts and I didn’t realise this one had been eaten too until today ;-; this should’ve been posted months ago </3

Anyways! Technical issues aside! Hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeahh!! Beat that score Larry!”

“You’ve gotta be cheating! There's no way you beat my score! Sal! You’re with me right? Y/n’s cheatin!”

Said blue haired male looks at the two lovers hunched over the game as he sips on a slushy. 

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He knew you guys were going on a date, he just had to make sure you two behave and don’t kill anyone. He now regrets his decision.

“Uh.. soooo… Im gonna go over here”

“Hey- Sal! Get back here, don't walk away! You gotta help me beat y/n and their freakish hyperfocus!” Larry calls after his best friend before turning to face you, who was still clicking away at the game, unblinking.

“No fair! I didn’t know you hyperfixated on this game recently! You have ADHD superpowers!”

You chuckle

“Actually, I told you about it last week- Yeah! Beat the score again!”

Larry groans as he grabs your hand and drags you away from the machine.

“Alright! Next game! This time I’m gonna beat your ass!”

“Oh yeah? Not if I beat your ass first! I’m a pro gamer, you don’t stand a fucking chance!” You proclaim loudly, causing a startled mother to cover her child's ears and glare at you for your use of profanities.

“Oops.. sorry” You give a little apology wave as Larry laughs at you

You punch his arm lightly before making your way to a claw machine.

“Come on man these things are rigged!” Larry protests as you fish out your coins from your pocket.

“What, are you that bad at a silly game?” You tease him as you insert the coin.

You try your hardest to grab a little alien plush in the middle, but even when you grab it, it drops as soon as the claw lifts it into the air.

You groan

“This thing is so rigged!” Larry laughs at you again.

“Told you dude! Let me try” Larry lightly pushes you away to try win the alien plush.

After way too many attempts, and lots of money spent on the claw machine, Larry manages to hook the claw on the tag of the alien.

You both gasp and you grab Larry’s arm as the claw moves to the slot in the corner, waiting with held breaths.

When the alien drops in the prize box you both scream and start jumping while pushing each other back and forth, earning you some strange looks from people nearby.

“Yes! You did it!” You laugh

“That I did. I believe you owe me an apology” Larry grins at you

“Ugh, fine. Maybe you’re not as crappy at games as I thought.” 

Satisfied, Larry grabs out the alien and looks at you before handing it over.

“For you, milady” He dramatically bows while putting on a silly accent.

You laugh “You’re so cliche”

He stands up straight and smiles as he pulls you into him for a hug.

You both freeze as you hear a camera shutter.

“Nice, can’t wait to show this to the rest of the gang.” 

You turn around to see Sal standing there with his phone, pointing it at the two of you.

“Sal! You prick! Give me that phone!”

“Dammit Sal! Get back here!”

You and Larry proceed to chase a laughing Sal around the arcade before the three of you are told to leave by the employees.

“This is why I can’t let you two go anywhere unsupervised.” Sal tuts

“Excuse you! If you hadn’t taken that photo, we wouldn’t have been kicked out!” Larry nods his head at your statement

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Sal don’t gaslight us!” 

 Cue you and Larry yet again chasing Sal back to the apartments.

Little did you know, Sal posted the photo, and a video of you two chasing him to a group chat with the gang.

Sally Face: *1 photo and 1 video* Yeah, they’re definitely made for each other.

I hope you enjoyed it!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

Rules

#larry johnson x reader #sally face #sally face x reader

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 22

Good lord y'all I am never doing a 2 week edition of the Spreadsheet ever again this is actually insane. Like this is the longest post I have ever made. There's like 35 fics on here :)

Anyway as always you can find the spreadsheet here and the masterlist of my recs (that is currently unupdated lol oops) here.

Recs below the Pedro!

Joel

Mothman Fever a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You meet a really hot guy at the Mothman Festival and almost hook up with him, then you meet him again at the Mothman Stakeout except this time he's not just Joel... he's MOTHMAN!!! This fic is so good. It's funny and hot and amazing. Lil element of sex pollen in there and ya know, my favorite, monsterfucking. Also the shirts reader wears had me hollerin'.

Deliver Me From Nowhere a series by @atinylittlepain

Joel got his sheep ranch in a sleepy Colorado town and decided to slow his life down finally. Delores comes speeding into it, literally, in desperate need of help. As of right now there's a prologue and chapter one out, but I've got a little insight into the full story, and just trust me. This fic is worth your time. It's soft, gentle, and sweet, but do not forget that Joel Miller is capable of so much violence. And he's a protector, a caretaker. I love the way the town feels like a character and the way Joel can't help but help her, and AGH. This fic, man.

No closer could I be to god a one shot by @proxima-writes

Okay so this is set in Jackson... you're the town preacher's wife and you are hooking up with Joel Miller. This fic is super hot. I fucking love infidelity fics and I love when there's a lil blaspemy and sacrilege in a fic and this is just such a good fucking example of that. And the ending is so good.

Guard Dog a one shot by @romana-after-dark

TW Dub con, but it's Joel not reader. Raider!Joel fucks with the wrong girl. Reader fucks Joel at gun point and like there's a gun blow job in there and he's so submissive and he's also obviously pretty into it? And then he's obviously very into it. This is was so unreasonably hot. Just like... oh my god? Joel on his knees and whimpering and begging to cum? Good dog…

Jizz Fingers a Joel (and others) series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

This is probably my favorite crackfic ever. A splorgimum (alien boy) from another planet can shape shift into anything you want and has various other special space boi powers that make hooking up with him a really good time. This so funny, like you will probably cackle out loud and have to find a way to explain what you're laughing at, but ummmm it's also pretty hot. And I refuse to be ashamed of wanting to fuck amorphous blob boy turned HBO Joel Miller. I mean have you seen what those Jizz Fingers can do?

Not so tough now, is she a one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Your cute lil raider group gets taken over by Joel's much scarier one. He needs to show your group that you are no longer in charge, and he chooses to ruin any authority you could possibly have by fucking you in front of them. TW NONCON. This is depraved and hot and terrifying. I loved the different ways the men in the group reacted too, from boldly participating to obvious disgust. Really shines a light on the spectrum of human depravity oof.

Oblivion a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Your boyfriend's dad is a sweet older man who you go visit sometimes, bake him things, talk about photography... Your boyfriend cheats on you. So you cheat back and let the guy take pictures. He sends those pictures to your boyfriend's dad... and suddenly sweet old man Mr. Miller is not so sweet anymore. TW Dub con, you totally wanted Joel but this is not how you wanted him. This is really hot and a little scary and just FUCK Yes. This is so fucking good

Pillow Queen a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You watch a porn video while Joel is sleeping beside you. He wakes up while you’re watching it. You tell him you want to try that position and he calls you a pillow queen. You prove him wrong. One thing I love more than almost anything else is proving a man wrong lmao. This is so fucking hot it's unreal. That got rode within an inch of his life lmao

All I did was what I had to do a series by @corazondebeskar-reads

I'm not 100% sure why I read this because if someone pissed even in my general direction in real life I'd literally cut their dick off and feed it to them... anyway that is not how I feel about it in fic apparently. Your raider!Joel's little pet or whatever and a new recruit thinks he can make a pass at you. Joel pisses in your mouth right in front of him and then shoots the fucker in the dick. Then he makes it up to you with some overstimulation :)

truth or dare a one shot by @joelscruff

Mean scary neighbor Joel, fuck yes!!! Your friends dare you to "see how far you can get" with your neighbor Joel during a game of truth or dare. You go over there and end up locked in his garage. There's elements of TW DUBCON here, but also he does give you a brief opportunity to leave. This is brutal. He's rough and a little gross about it and it is so hoooottttttttt!!!! And then there's this bit with a flashlight.... anyway I also would ditch these friends since you literally disappear for god knows how long and they don't even bat an eyelash like???

Something wretched about this a series by @covetyou

This is gonna be a series, but so far I've only seen chapter one,,,, Wherein Joel is a drug dealer and you need pain meds for your dad who is very ill. He can't work so you don't have ration cards, but you need ration cards to buy pain meds so he can work to get ration cards. Viscious cycle. Thankfully, Joel is accepting other methods of payment. The main kink in this one is pussy spanking and is so delicious oh my god. Reader is shocked by how much she likes it, honestly I think Joel is shocked by how much she likes it.

Joel + Veracruz

A Lesson in Blackmailing a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles  

No reader in this one! Just Joel domming comandante Veracruz and Veracruz liking it way more than he probably should. Joel is so fucking mean and Veracruz is a brat but he ends up just being a pathetic mess jacking himself off in an alley and I love every second of this.

Dave

Notes on Tutoring a series by @honestly-shite

Dave is your new music tutor and you are down real bad for him even though he's a major fucking asshole. You end up fucking him and then a lot of shit goes down and literally any other summary I can think of is full of spoilers. But this fic, y'all. Oh my god. The way Dave is characterized is so frustrating and so so good. It's perfect. Every detail that is slowly revealed about him is so perfect. The instrument(s) he plays, the music he likes, his background, where he's from, what went down before you met, all of it, is so perfect. The ending may possibly make you mad? But I liked it. I thought it made perfect sense for these two characters.

The Princess and the Duke a series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Originally just Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 3 prompt "Daddy please" and then followed up with Kintober Day 4 prompt "Risk of getting caught," this is now a series so I'm reccing it as such. And FUCK it is hot. Dave is very much still Murder Daddy but he's so soft and sweet for reader... I mean he's still a scary and dominate motherfucker, but it's hot and the fucking tenderness and vulnerability he shows with reader has me fucking reeling dude.

Din

Taungsdays, am I right? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You and Din get attacked by some sort of horny tentacle monster alien thing and it gives you both the fuck of your life, basically. The horny tentacle monster basically wants to fuck you both but also wants to you and Din to fuck. If you like tentacles and/or sex pollen and a lil m!receiving assplay, this fic is so for you. Also even though you didn't exactly consent to getting railed by a tentacle monster, you and Din love each other and are pretty sexually adventurous so it's a good time for everyone involved lol.

Bleed for me a series by @saradika

Din is the mand'alor and a vampire and you are his chosen one, the one he will keep to feed and fuck and whatever else... but you have a secret reason for even volunteering to be chosen in the first place... I'm obsessed with the world building, with the suspense, with the characterization. I'm in love with this fic UGH. It's so fucking good. Din is so hot and scary and perfect in every way. Reader is such a badass too like... girl that is a terrifying situation you have put yourself in. The plot twist is everything. I love thissss

A Place of Safety a series by The_InvisibleWoman (AO3)

Okay so you're a bounty and Din picks you up and he goes to take you in, actually does take you in, but something is just fucking off about the whole thing. And then there's a lil grogu situation, reclaiming the bounty and all that. He decides to try to find her somewhere safe to live and in the process he falls for you and you fall for him and it is so fucking sweet and beautiful and perfect and I love it so much. There are currently 34 chapters and it's ongoing and I am ravenous for this fic fr.

Whispers in the Dark a series by @kewwrites

TW NONCON!!! This is the darkest Din fic I've ever read. It's fucked up on so many levels, man. Read the warnings and be fucking careful because it's got probably 99% of all the triggers possible. Kew, baby, are you okay? That being said, I loved it. It didn't feel like it was glorifying Din's behavior or justifying it or anything. It was just a beautiful and painful representation of what a broken man is capable of and what it can mean for a person to be wrapped up in that with him. If you can handle it, you should read it. This one will stick with you

Frankie

A Fond Farewell a series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Angela has written something so beautiful and so painful. It's real, raw, and it fucking hurts. If you're looking for angst this is the fic for you lol. I really loved Frankie in this. I also really really adored Santi's character. This fic is gorgeous. It's one of those things where shit keeps getting in the way of something that should be easy and it makes you want to scream and cry and throw shit. It's also largely based on real events, which just makes it hurt a little more because Ang is my soul mate :')

Slumber a one shot by @write-and-buried

A filthy, lovely, consensual somno fic with a bit of squirting. Frankie is feral and he is so hot in this oh my god. I loved every single second of this fic. Frankie is so in love with you it's adorable and maybe a little gross. Which is just very Frankie. I've read this three times in 2 weeks.

Frankie + Tommy

Group Therapy a one shot by @beskarandblasters

we're pretending therapists don't have a code of ethics because holy shit this is hot. Frankie goes to therapy for his trauma and meets Tommy Miller (who says he looks just like his brother Joel). Frankie and Tommy both have their eyes set on one of the group's therapists. They ask you to go for a drink at the American Legion next door and it's not long at all before you've found a back room and then you fuck them both... Frankie is so soft and adorable through almost the whole thing and then he's fucking you and goes feral and it is so hot dude

Javi P

Drenched a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Me and Ang had some brainrot about Javi P wherein we discussed the fact that we would let this man do things we have never let any man do before. This resulted in a beautifully wet fic where you get covered in spit and cum. And it is so hot.

Carmen: Darlin' Darlin' a series by @thesummerpetrichor

You're the ambassador's daughter and you get dragged to this weekend get away thing for the DEA and Javier Peña is there. What follows is flirting and teasing and getting fucked in public and it is amazing. I love the reader character so much. Fiesty little mean ass bitch that she is, she's just like me. This whole thing reeks of daddy issues, and again I say, she's just like me. This fic is so hot.

Video Games a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Yes, I did in fact read the whole masterlist, don't look at me. DADS BEST FRIEND JAVI P???? I have never read a dbf!javi, I'm pretty sure. This is so angsty and hot and perfect. The way they dance around each other for literal years (yeah I'm pretty sure that's grooming, but I don't think it was intentional... moving on) and then finally they just crash together and it is so hot. The way he talks you through it and he's so tender and soft and perfect fuck. It's like the Javi from those scenes with Helena or Elisa where that asshole exterior is gone and that overwhelming tenderness you know he has in him comes out and just UGH. Perfection.

Off to the races a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

I told you. The whole masterlist. Anyway. In this one, you're a sociology student doing research at the embassy and you're relegated to the DEA offices where you go about making Javier's life a living hell. Eventually he caves and fucks you over his desk. And then it becomes a whole toxic thing that is just so perfectly Javi and I love it so much and also the smut is ungodly hot.

Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 5: Who Does This Belong To? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

dude... Javi kissed another girl and you want to remind him who he belongs to so you tie him up, get him all worked up, make him confess his sins, and then untie him and leave the apartment, where he is left to pathetically jack himself off and be ashamed of himself. FUCK this is so hot. I love bratty whimpering pathetic Javi.

Dieter

Candy a one shot by @secretelephanttattoo

Dieter takes you to a closed down carnival and you suck his dick in the house of mirrors and it is delicious. I'd like to go on random adventures with Dieter... *sigh*

Crumbs, sloppy seconds, and backwash a one shot by @chloeangelic

Dieter is not so great at the whole monogamy thing, and you know this. You're actually into this, which means you've gotten yourself into a toxic cycle of encouraging the behavior and then regretting it. I love how desperately they need each other and how much you can tell they care for each other. I really fucking love the ending. I love how it’s a bit toxic, but there’s little hints in there that Dieter is trying to be what she wants. AHHH I can't believe this is her first Dieter. 

Unwind a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

You have a terrible day and you start your period and it's just awful. Dieter takes care of you and it is the sweetest most lovely thing. So fluffy and perfect and wonderful ughhhh I love him so much.

Ghost in the sheets a one shot by @proxima-writes

As a lover of shitty paranormal investigation shows, this was fucking incredible. Dieter is such an annoying little shit in his somehow endearing way and I love him. I loved all the ghosty bits and the flirting and the bickering and AGH. I don't think I'd be down to fuck in a haunted attic irl, but maybe Dieter could convince me lol.

Max Phillips

Lust for a vampire a one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You're a bartender at a vampire themed strip club and after your shift the whole vampire thing gets a little too real. Max is so hot and he fucking turns you and it's so good FUCK. I love the freakiness of the location he takes you to also, really adds to the vibe.

A Real Challenge a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Oh my god? Max making you wear a plug to work and then making you push it out and then fucking you in a conference room and then making you fucking leave the office in a very embarrassing way that I won't spoil. I'm panting.

Oberyn AND Max Phillips

a court of fangs and foxgloves a one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Oberyn is the lord of a vampire court and you were turned in order to serve him, but you left, uncomfortable with the bond formed when a vampire lord turns you. You regret this decision and come crawling back and Oberyn makes your life hell about it. He isn't exactly ready to forgive you, but instead of killing you for being an insolent little shit he fucks you and his other little pet Max about it. Well actually he fucks Max and Max fucks you... semantics. This is hot.

Maxwell Lord

Working Overtime a oneshot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 

Dismantling internalized homophobia one rim job at a time! Maxwell doesn't think he'll like getting his lil ass ate out but oh boy is he wrong. And his jizz covered desk is pretty clear evidence of that.

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I'm not even gonna rec my own fics because this is unreasonably long lmao.

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[winniethewife]

I'll be summer sun for you forever (Basil Stitt x Reader)

Warnings: Suicidal ideation

Words:786

A/N: Fluffy Basil? Definity not what anyone was expecting....

Basil is pretty sure this is a dumb idea, so far he’s called his now ex-girlfriend, and his parents, neither have responded, he plugs the phone back into the wall of his ruined apartment to make one last desperate call. His childhood Friend, the girl next door who moved across the country after high school, he’s dials the number, and it only rings once before she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh I don’t know if this is a goo-”

“Basil! Oh my god I haven’t heard your voice in forever! How are you?”

“Uh, well not great, there’s some… really weird stuff going on with me.”

“Weird like the time you got your head stuck in the railing or weird like the time that guy on the history channel had you actually convinced Aliens existed?” She asks with a slight laugh.  He kinda laughed back.

“Uh…weirder than both of those.”

“Well Shit Baz…Didn’t think that was possible.” He hears her set something down, It was clear he had her undivided attention now.

“Well yeah. Um…well you remember my girlfriend? I told you about her right”

“Mhm, we actually met briefly the last time I was in town. She didn’t seem to like me much.”

“Well apparently she’s been cheating on me for like a year and some change…” he was deflecting the real problem here, the lightning, the scar, the mental breakdown. Probably good to start on the easy part right?

“That bitch! I’m so sorry Basil, that’s just not right, you’re the best guy I know, you worshiped the ground she walked on. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“I don’t know, but that’s just the beginning of my bad luck…” something about his tone of voice triggered the “Mom friend” in her

“Okay let me sit down and you’re gonna tell me everything…” he could hear her footsteps on the floor in over the phone and it’s all he can do to not start crying again.

“You’re not going to believe me when I tell you.” He says

“I don’t care, you’re going to tell me anyway.” She was always good at getting him to do what she wanted. From playing the board game she wanted to as kids to asking out the girl he liked to prom, she had a way of convincing him that he just couldn’t resist. So he gave up fighting her years ago. So he breaks down and tells her… Everything.

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down…” She whispers into the phone reviver. “I-I don’t know, I’m thinking of just…Ending it all. It’s really bad…I look like a monster, and I feel like I’m going more insane every day…”

“Basil…I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around…” He can hear the tears in her voice. “I’m coming to see you, I’ll help you get it all figured out.”

“No. Please don’t I don’t want to be seen like this, I just want it to be over okay?”

“I don’t care how bad it is or what you look like Basil. I’m getting on the next plane to New York. I refuse to lose my best friend.” That tone of voice the one he knows he can’t argue.

“Okay…” He’s kinda glad she’s coming. But doesn’t know how to face it.

~

By the next day she’s standing in his apartment helping him clean stuff up. She had arrived on the red eye, early in the morning. She hadn’t shied away from the Scarring on his face or the how his eye had gone white. She didn’t care. She had just held him in her lap as he had cried. She had run her fingers through his hair and hummed sweet melodies.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked

“You’re my best friend Baz.”

“I haven’t been a good friend, I haven’t called in a year why on earth…”

“It doesn’t matter Basil, You’re still my friend. And I love you even at your darkest.” She tried to smile at him but he can’t look at her

“I don’t believe that.” He grumbles. She puts aside the broom she was using and carefully took his face in her hands looking him directly in the face, before softly kissing him, he’s shocked but he kisses her back, his hands, shaking, end up on her waist. Every move she makes done with determination but with a gentle quality that Basil hadn’t felt from anyone in a very long time. As they break the kiss more tears falling from his face. She wipes the tears away and softly tells him the one thing he needed to hear more than anything.

“Believe in one thing, I won't go away”'

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#basil stitt x reader #basil #basil stitt #lightningface fanfiction #lightningface #fluff #oscar isaac fic #taylor swift #Red #forever winter #Spotify

[suzukiblu]

Guessing game: Farm

Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.

The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.

"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.

Weird, Superman thinks again.

"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."

"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."

"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.

"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."

"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."

"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."

"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"

"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."

"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."

And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.

"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.

"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."

"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."

Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.

"Huh," he says.

Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.

"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"

"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."

"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.

"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."

"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.

"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."

"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."

Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.

Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.

"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."

"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?

Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .

He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.

Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.

#kon el #superboy #ma and pa kent #superfamily #rinfic #kamkong #long post #wip: jon and martha professional soulparents

[machinesonix]

Gang, I love the Harkonnens. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t endorse the Harknonnens, but there is something really refreshing about unsanitized villains. They aren’t inhuman slaves to Morgoth, they aren’t seeking restitution for some sort of childhood trauma with dalmatians, they are just shitty, weird people and we get to talk about how those people think without trying to excuse it. What really made me fall in love is the sheer alien weirdness of Geidi Prime in the 1984 movie, and if you haven’t seen that I really recommend you check that out. I feel like there should be some sort of trigger warning, but I don’t really know how I’d tag it so use your best discretion. Today I want to zoom in on a Harkonnen scene towards the end of the first book that I personally would like to see in some sort of extended cut. Let’s dig in.

I’m gonna start off by reminding everyone about the most famous scene in the franchise right at the beginning. You know it. The pain box. ‘I hold at your neck the gom jabbar, it’s poison kills only animals.’ Mohaim is testing Paul’s ability to delay gratification by threatening to stab him with a poison needle if he pulls out of the pain box. We've all seen the memes. Now let's talk about Feyd.

In the book, the whole un-drugged gladiator thing was Feyd's own doing. See, Feyd's family doesn't take him very seriously. He's been chosen as the na-Baron because he's got charisma and he'll look like the savior of Arakkis after Rabban and Vladimir, but he’s a big showboater that has all his fights rigged. By conspiring with Thufir to get a real Atredies soldier into the arena with him, he is forcing his family to realize how important he is to them. If something happens to him, everything goes up in smoke. But he's also given a chance to demonstrate that he is competent (even if he's cheating with a poisoned blade and some selective brainwashing of the undrugged slave.) The seduction with Lady Fenrig happens off screen, but I think in both Herbert and Villinueve's telling of the story, both of these show us this conflict Feyd has with the pressures of his family whether they're tests from the Baron or something he does to himself in response to those pressures. Finally, and most importantly to Feyd, when the Baron executes his slavemaster for slipping up with the gladiators, the next slavemaster is on Feyd's payroll.

Years down the line the Baron finds a poison needle hidden on one of his slave boys and immediately knows what's up. Feyd is trying to claim the Baron's seat and he's been planning on it ever since He calls Feyd in to make him watch as his entire staff and harem is executed on a whim. Here's where we get the absolute juicy thematic inversion. This shit makes me salivate in a way I might want to talk with a therapist about. The Baron says ‘Feyd, you know what this whole poison needle business tells me? You don't know where your priorities are. I am working on setting up the Harkonnens for generations to come and you're so laser focused on the inheritance you haven’t put any thought into what comes next. So stop trying to kill me and let's talk about your future.’

Feyd-Rautha is, by Bene Gesserit standards, an animal. In the Villinueve film we kinda skirt around the idea by hearing he's such a weirdo that the nerve induction gets him off, but I think this scene here really helps to illustrate why Paul might be the Kwizatz Haderach and Feyd has no shot. They've both got the genetics and the ability to win over a crowd. Nobody saw it coming, but the Kwizatz Haderach's ultimate purpose is to wage the war that will literally end all wars, you'd think Feyd-Murder-For-Fun-Rautha would be a shoe-in to traumatize humanity to violence once and for all. But the fact he'd be good at it is what makes him ineligible. The Kwizatz Haderach can't be someone who thinks in the short term. If Paul didn't have the big picture in mind, he would have fled from the violent future he saw himself being responsible for. If Feyd were in his shoes, there is no way he could stop from getting lost in the sauce. Feyd orchestrated his own gom jabbar in the attempt on his uncle's life, and he failed. Even if he saw the same path to save humanity, he'd have too many opportunities to indulge his glory seeking.

#dune #dune meta #baron harkonnen #feyd rautha #house harkonnen

[yoongsisbae]

Day Dream | JHS

The days are hotter, you sleep restlessly. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker. 

sandman!Hoseok x reader. Enemies to…well they kind of started as lovers too :’D

Warnings: 18+ smut, somnophilia, bdsm themes, dubcon, wet dreams, reader manipulation, dacryphilia, fuck or die, public sex, rough sex, degradation, name calling, restraints, voyeurism, fingering, oral sex, just so much sex :’D, creepy dream sequences-think Paprika, …tentacles…reader’s dreams are wild ;o; if you come to a part and think am I about to read tentacle smut? and you don’t want to read tentacle smut, I suggest just skip to the end of that dream sequence :’), monsters, aliens, blood, torture, childhood trauma, brief mention of a sleep patient-child-can’t sleep because of abuse, cheating kind of (does dreaming about other men count lol), Hobi stealing Joon’s girl :P but in all seriousness this is kind of a dark and twisted tale and if that’s not your thing, move along thank you if you’re still here it’s also supposed to be pretty ridiculous and campy so I hope you can be entertained and laugh a little too :’)

Word Count: 22.9k

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So hot.

Was it the heat that woke you up, you wonder sitting in bed, covers wet with your sweat and your clothes clinging to you, pulled at odd angles, uncomfortably bunched up at the seams, digging into your armpits and around your breasts. You pull the damp material off and over your head, feeling a little less suffocated.

Your room is pitch black, but your eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could see the sleeping form of your boyfriend, Namjoon, his sheets kicked off, body sprawled on the bed in nothing but boxer briefs. He was snoring, but that wasn’t what woke you. 

What was it? There’s this nagging feeling pulling at you, something lost back into the deep recesses of your mind, the answer annoyingly stuck at the tip of your tongue. 

It’s quiet, only the soft whirling of your aircon working overtime in the hot spring heat. It is the hottest spring year on record, though they like to say that every year. It just keeps getting worse and worse, unbearable heat and pollen, like the world was fighting back with it’s last dying breath. Why does the world have to attack you, though?

You nudge your giant of a boyfriend back onto his side. It’s not that you didn’t love him or loved cuddling him, but being pressed up against his body, now radiating nuclear levels of warmth was just too much tonight. He grunts and rolls over and snores and you can’t help but smile, admiring his ability to sleep through this hellish heat.

It’s so hot you want to cry! There is no cold spot on your bed, no relief. You feel exhausted. And there is another irritating feeling, wrapping itself around your body, clinging, itching, digging. You want a distraction from the heat, you want sex. You want something inside you, making you forget about everything else. You’re so hot. You’re so hot.

You look over to your boyfriend once again, debating on waking him. No, it would be too cruel of you to deprive him of much needed rest. No, you’ll just go back to sleep.

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“Yes, yes!”

Namjoon has his arms locked around your legs, face buried deep into your sex, giving you exactly what you want, what you need.

It was a dream, yes, but it was also an old memory, to when he took you on vacation to the mountains, it was your first stay at a hot spring inn. The vacation was perfect, you were never more relaxed. Then at night, before falling asleep in each other’s arms, you made love in your small tiny inn room. Joon and you had lots of energy to spare, you think you might have christened every inch of that inn floor. 

It was one of the best nights of your life, and the best orgasms, like the one your dream boyfriend was working to give you now, mouth suctioned to your clit, long fingers stroking inside your walls, making your legs shake against his head.

Namjoon groans into your heat as you tighten around his digits, pressing his hips down into the floor mat underneath your bodies.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you tilt your head back moaning, so close... 

…and see something that was not there before, something that did not belong in your old memory…well, someone, actually. 

A man stands in the corner, leaning against the inn’s framed wall, smirking down at you and Namjoon. He’s wearing the same inn robes as your boyfriend, black wild hair styled away from his face, dark eyes watching you.

You immediately tense, blood running cold in shock, startled so much you forget to scream, immediately pulling at your dream boyfriend’s shoulders to get him off of you. But this boyfriend of yours had only been dreamed up to have one objective, and he wasn’t going to stop now when you were so close.

“J-Joon!” you stutter, trying to pull your legs free, fighting against his tight embrace. His strokes are steady and smooth, fingers slipping in and out of you easily even with every part of you tense. His tongue rolls over your clit again and a reluctant moan escapes your lips.

The man moves closer, smile widening. Your don’t know whether it’s Joon’s relentless fingers inside your drenched center or the fear coursing through you that makes you lightheaded, breaths labored, the pit of your stomach dropping lower and lower until you feel the pressure in your toes, barely able to think until the stranger’s toes stop at the top of your shoulders as he looks down at you, tilting his head.

You pull on Namjoon’s hair, but it’s useless. 

“Close?” The man asks you so nonchalantly it makes your head spin once again. “Want my help?”

“W-Who are y-you?”

Trying to make casual conversation proves to be extremely difficult with Namjoon enthusiastically eating you out. 

“Take my hand and find out,” he smiles wickedly.

His open palm is held right above your head. 

What the hell is happening? Everything about this situation feels so bizarre and surreal, like a dream.

Like a dream.

Are you dreaming?

Your breathing hitches, your limbs locking. Fuuuck! Namjoon, your devoted dream boyfriend is bringing you so close to orgasm you can’t take it anymore, you want to come so badly. Your body feels like it’s floating away, higher and higher. You’re almost there.

Hoseok lies down, head resting on your shaking shoulder. He peers over at you, watching how your eyebrows draw together, mouth opened in silent cries. ‘This is quite the show,’ he thinks, licking his lips. And he’s enjoying it very much.

The weight of Hoseok’s head brings you back down, unable to ignore his presence. “Go a-away!” you manage to scream through protracted moans.

“Is that what you really want?” he turns, eyes narrowing.

“I w-want to come…ugggh.” You turn your head too, your chin knocking into Hoseok’s nose. 

Hoseok chuckles, sighing. You can feel the heat of his breath on your lips. “Let me help,” he repeats, “let me offer a helping hand,” he says playfully. “What do you think?”

You groan, knocking your head back in frustration, instead of meeting hard mat your head lands on soft fabric and Hoseok’s warm chest. Giving in, you breathe out a soft, “O-Okay.”

Hoseok snaps his fingers and whatever you were expecting, this was not it…

…another version of your sweet boyfriend, sliding open the door to your inn room. Hoseok sends you a dashing smile, very pleased with himself. Your eyes widen as familiar hands turn your head away from the strange man. 

Your robe is being unbelted, breasts kneaded, nipples pinched as Namjoon licks into your mouth, tongue rolling over yours, pinning your hands above your head in one large hand. It’s overwhelming, it’s all the things Namjoon does to you that you liked, that you missed, and when your original dream lover curls his fingers inside you, you release, vision spotting until nothing but white remains. 

You, a white room…and that man, still lying against your shoulder, humming pleasantly to himself. You inhale a deep shuddering breath. “What’s happening?”

“You know, naughty girl.”

‘Wake up, y/n, wake up.’ you think.

“That hardly ever works,” Hoseok sings.

You pull your robe over your spent body, shuffling away from the strange man.

Hoseok sits up too, leaning back on his arms, studying you again. He knows what you’re thinking because he knows what you’re dreaming. You’re wondering why he wasn’t the one who touched you instead of your replica lover.

He looks around at the place your mind took him, a place with endless possibilities, how nice of you, how inviting.

“Where to next? What other beautiful places did you want to visit?”

As soon as he asks the question, your mind already has the answer. Hoseok’s palms lay flat on bright white flooring, and then-

-his fingers dig into snow.

“W-What?” You look around at the snowy landscape, holding your robe tighter, you shiver in the cold. Cold, yes! Oh god, how you wished it was cold. 

Snowflakes fall into your open palm.

‘That was easy,’ Hoseok thinks. ‘You are perfect.’

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You wake up restless, your core drenched. The details of your dream becoming fuzzy already. Were you…playing in the snow? 

Namjoon has his arms around you, snoring lightly. You bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles, hoping to rouse him awake. You were itching to be under him this morning. You give him soft morning kisses across his face until he stirs, yawning, and you let out a tiny needy whine. Namjoon buries his head in your chest, half asleep.

“Joonie, fuck me,” you whine.

That knocks some tiredness away. “Yeah? Before work?”

You nod, knees digging into his side, ready. Namjoon kisses down your stomach, pulling your panties away.

“Oh fuck,” Namjoon is fully awake now, “You’re so wet.”

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You pull out your earpiece after another successful show, ready to change out of your performance outfit and back into your long glittery award ceremony dress. It was another recurring dream of yours, a fantasy where you were a famous pop singer just finishing a buzzworthy singing performance on the stage of one of the most prestigious award shows in the world. But this time was different, your dressing room was smaller, you stood alone in front of your vanity without your makeup artists and stylists working hurriedly around you. 

You stare at your reflection, a prettier thinner perfect-faced version of yourself with diamonds hanging off your ears and around your neck, dressed in an impeccably styled colorful wig and bombshell makeup. In this dream you can call yourself beautiful, with a face you’ve only attained through face tuning and a body you’ve tried to achieve for months, but in your real life you’re not rich enough to have personal trainers and home chefs and all the amenities a famous singer might have. You could only dream for this body.

You shimmy into your tight gown, readying yourself for the next stage in your dream life.

“Let me help you.”

Why does that voice sound so familiar? You look up, catching the owner to that voice in the reflection of your mirror. He shuts the door behind him quietly, his reflection smiling back when your eyes meet.

Hoseok stands handsomely in a sleek white suit and bright red hair, a loud style fitting for an idol. 

In this version of your dream he plays the part of your secret boyfriend, altering the fantasy only slightly, loved by your adoring fans, and loved by him.

You fell right into the new role of girlfriend he crafted, he was too good looking to deny. Of course the famous pop-singer-version of you would have a hidden romance, someone who couldn’t keep his hands off of you, who would risk his reputation for a couple minutes alone with you backstage. 

You watch through the mirror as he comes closer, hand reaching exposed skin, fingers running along your spine teasingly until he reaches the pieces of your open dress. You bite your lip, moving your hips until your ass meets his clothed crotch, smiling coyly at his reflection.

Oh, Hoseok liked you. He pulls the zipper up, fixing your gown, kissing your shoulder softly.

“What if someone walks in?” you whisper, giggling, enjoying the attention from the beautiful man of your dreams.

“We will have to just be quick then and not get caught,” he smirks. Hoseok holds your hand, twirling you around as if you were dancing, and kisses you deeply, like he has been aching to do so for so long, mouth devouring yours, a long series of rushed fierce kisses.

This was so risky, so scandalous. The rumors of your friendship already made every quick glance and friendly banter in public so much more scrutinized. Would fans notice the both of you not in your seats? Would they make the connection? Could a worker have seen him enter your dressing room? Will there be a blind item about the two of you?

The risk made you both more ravenous for one another. The exhilaration of getting caught made your desire for him grow even hotter, compounding your passion until you were frenzied, groping at each other, letting your lungs burn instead of pulling away from his soft lips and warm mouth.

“Your performance tonight was amazing,” Hoseok gropes your ass, yanking you closer, lifting you up and setting you on the vanity. You open your legs for him, securing your ankles around his hips. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you, y/n.” he whispers into your ear, breathing in deep, smelling your skin like the petals of a beautiful rose.

“Oh-”

“-Hoseok,” he finishes for you, teeth pulling at your bottom lip.

That’s right, Hoseok. Your secret lover, your perfect idol boyfriend. The man of your dreams. The object of your desires. The man between your legs who was gripping your thighs and opening you wider, pulling at your stockings and ripping the fabric at the seam.

You pull him closer, arms around his shoulders, head leaning on the side of his cheek, trying to keep your moans quiet when he presses inside you, two fingers dipping into your wetness. His nose nudges your diamond earring, licking your neck, electrifying your nerves at each end. You groan, eyes tightly shut, mouth slack, so overwhelmed by everything about this man. Hoseok, your forbidden lover. You think deeper and he fills you to his knuckles, you think more and he drags his fingers out with precise quickness. He’s unraveling you and he’s barely even started.

The crowd in the ceremony stadium cheers loudly and you remember where you are, a beautiful dream where you're soon going to be honored with a top award for your new hit single. 

“Hoseok, I h-have to go.”

“Stay with me here, we still have time.” You’ve only been asleep in your bed for a couple of hours, he still has all night with you. “A quickie? Please, baby. I want you so fucking bad,” he groans, pressing another finger inside you and groping your breasts. He’s so tempted to rip your dress apart and fuck your senseless, fill your mouth with his cock until your makeup is running down your tear-streaked face. Hoseok wants to completely ruin you, but this dream tonight is not that kind of fantasy, tonight he’ll make you feel like a superstar, the most desired woman in the world.

You work quickly to undo his belt, agreeing with him, eager to be filled with his hard cock. You were aching for him, breathless from desire, your core pulsing around his digits with anticipation.

“You want to be famous, is that it?” He asks quietly, watching you intently as you scooch your hips closer to him.

“What?” you pause, looking into Hoseok’s eyes, his cocky flirty demeanor now gone. He runs the back of his knuckles over the hard jewels of your large diamond necklace. 

“I’m just trying to understand you, y/n.”

The crowd swells again, cheering, reminding you where you were. “I-” You were supposed to receive your award, make a teary speech, be seen, be heard, be praised, finally. “I need to g-”

He wraps his hand around your neck, pulling your attention to him. Only him. There’s only Hoseok, kissing you, tongue down your throat, making you feel pleasure you’ve never felt before. You run your hands through his soft bright red hair while he positions himself at your opening, hands tight around your thighs, folding your body, legs up and open, the unforgivingly tight fabric of your dress bunched around your hips, the glittery jewels clinking together as he thrusts into you.

You hold onto the back of his neck, jostled into glass with each hard fast thrust. Your heavy jewelry hits against your skin and expensive makeup falls to the ground around Hoseok’s feet, cracking the pressed pigments and breaking lipstick bullets. He’s not holding back, rattling the vanity so loudly your tryst could surely be heard from the outside. Hoseok doesn’t care, he pistons into you, cock dragging along your walls so deep you’ve never felt so full and desperate to come.

“I’m c-close,” your fingers glide over your slippery folds, rubbing across your clit, searching for release.

He lets go of your thighs, leaving fingertip sized bruises behind, to be later covered by your dress and discovered when paparazzi cameras catch your legs, high dress slit revealing his roughness. His hands cup your cheeks instead, pulling you into a heated kiss, his hold on you possessive and dominating. You could stay here forever, being fucked by Hoseok like you’ve never been fucked before, being kissed like Hoseok needed you to breath, being held by him like long lost lovers suddenly reunited. You could stay with him forever-

Ding ding ding. Your alarm clock rings. You feel like gravity is working against you. You try to lift your tired body. Your boyfriend grumbles next to you, “turn it off.”

Your body is buzzing. Your center is sticky, dripping, your clothes clinging to your warm body.

‘What was that?’ Who was that man in your fantasy? The dream starts slipping away as you try to recollect what happened. You start to feel guilt, the dream had been so intense it left you aching and wanting for more sleep just to experience it again. You felt guilty because it wasn’t Namjoon in your dream, it was a random man, a man you don’t even recognize, but god, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. What did you call him again?

---

“Well you are looking quite refreshed,” Jimin laughs, looking up from his phone and sipping coffee. “Feeling better?”

Hoseok’s hair sticks up all at odd angles, his pants hung low, he laughs along with his roommate, “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.”

“Good, cause I was worried. Everyone has been getting sick-”

“No no no! It’s just stress sprinkled with some insomnia,” he laughs. “But I’m good now,” he says and shakes a bottle of melatonin before throwing it over to his roommate.

“Insomnia?! I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who sleeps more than you,” Jimin calls out to him. Hoseok laughs and styles his hair, slinging his tie around his shirt collar, getting ready for his job.

Hoseok wasn’t sick, however, he did have an illness. Some might even call it a curse…

Because Hoseok could not dream. 

When Hoseok laid in bed at night and dozed off into Dreamland, the places his mind took him were not dreams of his own making. 

Hoseok was a dream walker.

See, for a boy who did not dream, Dreamland became Hoseok’s playground. For what would you do if you had the power of creation, of destruction, of complete metamorphosis at the tips of your fingers? Of course Hoseok embraced his powers, took advantage of them, of unsuspecting dreamers, of you. 

At an early age he learned quickly how to navigate the dreams that did not belong to him, to walk between imagined worlds so vast and intricate that not even the dreamers themselves knew the design as well as Hoseok. Most dreamers exhausted Hoseok, it was not easy to change the design of a dream world to best suit him, but sometimes he would find some real gems, dreamers whose wavelengths synced perfectly up with the dream walker, who were so willing to let him work his magic.

For Hoseok it was a game, a challenge, he rarely cared about the consequences, because it was just a dream after all. The dreamers Hoseok found could be anywhere in the world, he rarely targeted dreamers in his area, it complicated things, in the real world there were laws and regulations, where not even the laws of physics applied in Dreamland. 

You can tell a lot about people from their dreams. Dreams reveal a person’s true natures, their deepest desires and strongest fears. So then what kind of man was Hoseok? An upstanding citizen in his waking life, and once he closed his eyes, well, he would become whatever he wanted to be.

---

“Would you tell your girlfriend?” you ask your friend, Jin. 

“No, definitely not! She gets mad at me when I do something bad in her dreams. God, I can’t imagine the other way around. I might as well never wake up again!” 

You groan, “I feel like I’m losing my mind.” You loved Namjoon, so why do you keep having so many dreams where you are fornicating with another man?! Well, at least the dreams you can remember.

And it’s always the same man too, no matter what setting or what scenario, Hoseok is there, captivating you with his handsomeness and theatrical personality like a showman bringing you to center stage, you can’t look away, he pulls you into every orchestrated dreamscape. And then every morning you wake up guilty and ashamed and worst of all, desperate to be fucked.

“There are so many things it could be, spicy food before bed time-”

“Nope.”

“Do you watch TV before you fall asleep?”

“Nope.”

“Err are you and Joon okay? You know…intimacy wise?” Jin asks.

“Yes!” you answer defensively. “We have lots of…intimacy!” Maybe you’re having even too much sex. Not that your boyfriend is complaining, but it’s becoming a lot, even for you. Namjoon has noticed your tossing and turning, your excessive neediness, he’s getting tired too, some mornings he just wants to cuddle instead!

“Listen, Joon is much more level headed. Just hope to god he doesn’t catch you moaning your new dream boyfriend’s name. Ooh Hoseok,” he mimics a teasing high pitched moan. 

“Shut up shut up, we’re in public, Jin!” you hiss, smacking your friend in the back to silence him.

“I mean you like that, right?” he teases.

“What! Don’t-”

“You fantasize about being fucked in public, out in the open, where anyone could catch you, right?”

“J-Jin?”

You are completely taken aback by his change in demeanor. Your friend’s sweet smile is gone, replaced by a heated stare and a smirk pulling at his lips instead.

He looks around and then licks his lips, whispering to you in secret. “You fantasize about me sometimes too, don’t you?” he murmurs, “I mean, I don’t blame you, I’m a catch,” he winks. “But I do have a girlfriend, and you have a boyfriend. How could you, y/n?”

“I would n-never…I would never do that to Namjoon.”

“But you’re doing it right now,” a voice calls out to you. Hoseok sits at one of the café tables sipping coffee and tapping his foot. Some nights Hoseok likes to tease you like this, let you in on the secret, so to speak. You become so flustered then, so easy to fool. 

“You...it’s you…I’m dreaming.”

As soon as the realization hits you, the rest falls like a veil, your consciousness removing all the unnecessary, and you’re left again with only Hoseok. 

“You are.” Tonight Hoseok is blonde, in casual streetwear, styled too similar to your boyfriend, reminding you of your guilt all over again.

“Wake up!” you yell.

“Like I said, that’s not going to work-”

“WAKE UP.”

You sit up in bed, wheezing. Fuck Fuck Fuck, what the hell was that?

You yank off your covers, too heavy and warm and suffocating. It’s still nighttime and your boyfriend is sleeping soundly next to you. You let out a sigh of relief. You’ll just tell Namjoon, you’ll tell him you’re having nightmares, you don’t need to divulge the specifics. He’ll understand. He can help you try to find something to help, he’s good at that.

“Joonie,” you rub his back, “Hey-”

“I told you it won’t work.” Hoseok is wearing Namjoon’s pajamas, stretching out on your bed. You scream. 

You lunge for the dream walker, swinging your fist at his face. Instead you fall forward, right onto a hard wooden surface.

“Shit, are you okay, y/n!” Seokjin pulls you up, “What happened? Did you trip over your own feet? Joon is really rubbing off on you.” 

Huh, what? The barista calls your name. 

“Have you been sleeping at all? You're starting to have dark circles, I’m worried about you, y/n. Forget about what I said earlier, you need to tell Joon everything.”

“Okay, yeah, I will.” You sip on the cold coffee, internally panicking. You look around quickly, nothing odd catches your eyes. Hoseok is not there. Was that…a day dream?

“Come on,” Jin smiles, “We have to get back to work.”

The day goes by achingly slow, your thoughts always drifting back to Hoseok. You couldn’t understand why you kept dreaming about him. Always him.

“Hey, hello, earth to y/n?! Are you spacing out again?” Jin waves his hand in front of you, a very worried expression on his face. The office is dark with only your computer screen illuminating your cubicle. “Let’s get out of here. It’s too spooky after closing,” Jin shivers.

“Thank you for walking me to my car.”

“No problem, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t make sure you got home safe? Are you sure you can drive? You’re not going to fall asleep while driving, are you?”

You shake your head, a little unsure if you’re being honest with yourself. “You don’t have to baby me, you know,” you joke, flicking his head. Jin has always been like a protective big brother to you.

“Pfft no, ‘Thank you, Jin?’ ‘I would probably be sleeping at my desk right now if it wasn’t for you Jin?’ I am eternally grateful to have you as my friend, Jin?’” He flicks you back.

“Thank you, Jin,” you smile and hug your friend goodbye.

“Anything for you, y/n.” 

He looks down at you, a soft smile adorning his features, pausing like he wants to tell you something. You must really be looking tired. You feel guilty for making Jin worry about you. You’re fine! Sure, you have been staying up later and later, but-

You didn’t realize how close your friend was until his lips closed the gap. Soft and delicate, Jin kisses you cautiously.

You stood stunned, not knowing what to say, “Ji-”

“I’m sorry! I just-I thought, maybe you-”

“Joon is your friend-”

“I should have never introduced you to him,” He sighs. “I should have asked you out first, I was such an idiot-”

“You have a-”

“Shhhh,” he quiets you with another kiss, pressing you against the car and deepening the kiss when you don’t pull away. 

You’re kissing Jin. You’re kissing him. Jin, whom you’ve known since high school. Your neighborhood friend, Jin, the sweet upperclassman who not once ever made a move on you, not in high school or college or when you reconnected again working at the same company. Jin, after all these years, was now kissing you?!

Jin took his time and savored you, slowly building up the heat and before you realized it, you were burning. His hands were careful, yet unlike his kisses, his caresses were not soft, no, when he placed his hand over your shirt to feel the curve of your breast, the pressure made you weak in the knees. He jutted his hips forward sharply, pressing his crotch into yours, shooting electricity up your spine and numbing all your doubtful thoughts. 

He pulls away, lips covered in your shade of lipstick. “I need to have you. Now.” 

Jin lifts your right leg, hooking his arm under your knee and pressing his clothed crotch into you again, and before you knew it, he had your skirt pulled up and his pants undone, angling your body to line up with his stiff cock. You could only gasp in pleasure and hold onto his wide shoulders for support as he presses his hips up into yours. 

Jin turns your body, bending you across the hood of your car, the better angle making it easier for him to thrust into you, knocking all your thoughts away with each long sharp movement. 

“See, I was right.”

You rest your forehead on metal, banging your head onto the car’s hood. But Hoseok would not let you ignore him this time, and Jin grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your head back.

You feel dirty and exposed. You deserve it, you think, for even dreaming about cheating on your wonderful boyfriend. This is a nightmare.

“If it was a nightmare, you would know y/n.”

“Fuck you,” you grit out. 

“Maybe later. Looks like your good pal Jin is almost finished.” 

You glare at the dream walker. Hoseok laughs. Suddenly a car pulls into the parking lot, lights blinding you. Jin hastily pulls out of you, “Fuck, let’s go!” and you have no choice but to follow your dream friend.

You and Jin run towards the back of your work building, finding a corner to hide behind. Once the coast is clear, your friend turns back to you smiling, resuming kissing you.

“Ugh no!” You push Jin away. “This was a mistake,” you mutter, “I shouldn’t even be dreaming about you!” 

“You dream about me?” Jin teases, leaning into you.

“Yeah, like now, right now!” You’ve had enough of this dream, you shove your way past your dream friend, heading back into the building. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, you’re not even real.”

“Wait wait wait,” he pulls you back by the elbow, “what is this, ‘we’re in a dream,’ do you think I’m an idiot, y/n? if you didn’t like me like that you can just tell me-” 

“Ugh, that’s not-you’re not-you’re not real!” you yell, and it’s clear you’ve hurt dream Jin’s feelings. You feel sorry even if it wasn’t really your friend. “Jin, just-” 

“I am too real! This is real, y/n-”

“Then explain that!” you point to the car pulling away from the parking lot, now that you and Jin were no longer there to be caught.

The car is driving itself.

Jin’s mouth drops. “U-Uh, w-well, you know, there are self driving cars, it’s a thing!”

“Okay, yeah, but a 1967 camaro?” Jin swallows at your words. “Right now, we’re in a dream, Jin. And I’m an idiot.”

“This... this is not real. I’m not real...” Jin swallows hard, blinking rapidly. “M-Maybe you’re in my dream, ever think about that?” Jin paces back and forth, your dream version not coming to terms well with the fact that he is only a figment of your imagination.

“How could you make me up? No, nah, nope.”

“Listen, Jin…Jin! I need your help, This other person I dreamed up, the one I told you about, he is literally haunting all my dreams now, and I don’t know what to-”

“I-If I’m so made up, what am I thinking right now!”

“I d-don’t know?” You need to wake up! You don’t have time to be arguing with dream people, but dream Jin looks so scared and uncertain waiting on your response. You sigh, “Um, pink llamas?”

“Ha! Wrong! But…oddly close,” Jin winces. Jin is having an existential crisis of your own making. 

“Wait, if you dreamed me up, then you do feel the same way!”

“No, Jin, ugh,” you shake your head, massaging your temples. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sometimes…maybe…I used to wonder why our friendship never became more. But that was before Namjoon! I’m over it now! And you have a girlfriend somewhere in this dream too! Stupid!”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Yeah, well, me either, this is giving me a headache. Now I definitely can’t tell you about this tomorrow.” 

“Oh that’s right, you wanted my advice…” remembering the reason you both went out to lunch, “So were you planning to tell me out there too why you’ve been so distant?” he looks at you annoyed. “I see Joon more than I see you! Wait, so are you giving yourself advice right now? This is confusing.”

You groan, “I don’t know!” you yell, wishing you could just wake yourself up. You stomp towards the front of the building, hoping to get more answers.

Jin falls in step with you, “Why did you choose me of all people?” he asks softly.

“I don’t know. I feel safe around you,” you mutter. “I’ve known you the longest, any time I’ve come to you for help, you always seem to have the right answers. Ever since me and Joon happened and now you and your new girlfriend…we’ve grown apart and I’ve missed you, I guess.”

“I always wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t introduced you to Joon,” Jin looks down at his feet.

“No you haven’t,” you smile. “That’s just dream you talking. I’m sorry, for that too…I know you would never cheat on your girlfriend. I’m horrible, huh?”

“No, dream me is based on real me, right? Maybe your subconscious is showing you things you wouldn’t normally have picked up on.” Jin looks at you tenderly, a familiar look you’ve seen from him many times before.

“So what is my subconscious trying to tell me about him?” you whisper looking into the distance. Hoseok is holding a briefcase, dawning work attire, messy brown hair blowing away from his eyes in the wind, revealing his excited expression and sinister grin, heading right for the both of you.

Jin gets in front of you protectively. “I have an idea, let’s change the scenery, yeah?” He grabs your hand and heads towards the entrance.

He opens the doors and ushers you quickly inside, and when you step through the threshold you are no longer wearing your work clothes. 

“How do I look?” Jin spins around in his old century hanbok. 

“I’m pretty sure Marvel and the Joseon dynasty shouldn’t mix.” You look down at your tight superhero clothes. 

“Hmm but you make one sexy superhero.” In this situation who do you blame, your dream friend or you for dreaming him up like this? 

You look around the old temple architecture. “How did you do this?” you say, staring around in awe. 

“You mean to tell me you realize you’re dreaming and you didn’t even think to dream up an escape plan? I figured it out right after you told me!”

You exhale, laughing. “Well, I guess that’s why you’re here then.”

Jin hugs you tight, “You have all the power, y/n. It's your dream.”

“Such sweet pillow talk.”

Oh no, it’s him again. 

“Stop right there!” You don’t know whether it’s the superhero suit, or Jin’s imparted knowledge, but you are feeling brave enough to stand up to Hoseok. “You are done ruining my dreams! I made you up, so I can unmake you up!” you point at the dream walker. “Consider yourself laid off!”

Hoseok laughs a deep bellowing cackle at your antics.

“Y/n, be careful.” Jin whispers, stepping in between the two of you, eyes locked onto the pesky dream walker. “He’s-”

With a wave of Hoseok’s hand Jin turns into a pastel pink llama.

“J-Jin! No!”

“Braaaaaaraaaa” clop clop clop, dream llama Jin trots around in a circle to your dismay, having an another existential crisis of Hoseok’s making.

You reassure yourself this is just a dream, no matter how scared you feel. You’re a superhero right now, so act like it! What superpowers do you have?

Bright pink lasers shoot from your eyes, throwing Hoseok backwards.

However, Hoseok just falls back into a fit of laughter. “Is it my turn now? Let me show you what real power looks like.”

The wind picks up quickly, tiles and wood start lifting up and splintering. The wind rushes around you so loud it sounds like a speeding train. Hoseok throws you back so far and so fast it feels like the world's gravity shifts around you, and instead you’re falling, falling, falling infinitely and all you can do is scream-

A weak sound of distress leaves you as you wake from your dream, and once you can move your limbs again you burst into tears, sobbing, waking up Namjoon. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Bad dream? Hey, hey you’re okay now. Please talk to me.” Namjoon does his best to comfort you, hugging you close. 

---

“Come to bed, y/n,” Namjoon calls out from the bedroom.

“But this show is just getting good!” you yell back.

“Then I’ll watch with you,” Namjoon peeks out from behind your bedroom door and sleepily pads over to you, cuddling into your side. You laugh at how he tries to make himself smaller, snuggling under your arm. “I missed you last night, I don’t even remember you coming to bed. Let’s go to sleep, baby.”

It’s been three days and fifty or so cups of coffee later. “I’m not tired,” you lie.

“Is it because of that nightmare you had? You’re going to get sick if you don’t let your body rest,” Namjoon says worriedly. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry, baby.” You were most definitely not fine.

---

“Commander, what was that?” Second-in-Command Namjoon Kim floats to your side.

You review the star station’s navigation system, locating the area of distress. “We were hit. Lockdown everything above the crew deck until we can patch the hole, contact officer Min immediately.”

“Shit, that’s close to our bio-agricultural room.” 

“Whose shift is it today for plant harvesting? Notify them to start emergency quarantine protocols on all crops, pull any off duty crewmates. Now, go! And find out why operations hasn’t rebooted our anti-gravity system,” you yell after him.

“Captain Jung, how drastically has this affected our course?”

Hoseok conceals a smile behind his hand. “I can course correct so only a couple months are lost. But we have to repair the impact site within the next 72 hours.”

“Or?”

“Or I will have to drastically reduce our flight speed, and that could add...well...decades.” He looks over his shoulder, meeting your eyes.

Fuck. You float closer to his side, “We need to find out what the hell hit us first,” you grumble. You check oxygen and radiation levels on board. What was that impact? you wonder, opening the ship’s auto-generating space map, fingers quickly moving through the latest star pattern chart. The closest meteorite cluster was about 1.3 million km away. Unless a worm hole opened up right above your location, there shouldn’t have been any reason for impact!

Whatever hit the station shook the colossal space base. The collision did not sound like the usual meteorite rock hitting titanium metal, the sound that echoed the station halls upon impact sounded…alien.

“Commander?”

“Yes, Captain?” 

“I found something,” Hoseok pulls up a heat map overlay, and shows you something you’ve never seen before, it was a physical impossibility! You squint at the invisible heat spot in the vast subzero nothingness of space.

“How is that possible?” You mutter, scrutinizing the anomaly.

Hoseok bites his lip, holding in his laughter. On cue the space station rattles and tail spins, throwing your bodies into the Navigation deck’s console as your station suffers another hit.

Something is attacking your space station!

You groan, clinging to Hoseok as yellow emergency lights fill the room. “Jung? Captain Jung?!” You pat your captain’s cheek, praying he wasn’t concussed. Hoseok stays unresponsive. 

What the hell is going on aboard your ship?! You speak through your earpiece, calling for Namjoon or any officer who will respond to you. You retell the events of what occurred through your internal speaker system as one final announcement while moving your captain’s limp body into the deck's navigation chair, strapping him in and setting the emergency signal on to repeat. Then you find the weapon’s box hidden under the console. You’re commander of this star station and you’re not about to go down without a fight!

With your spacesuit on you slowly make your way towards the upper deck, quietly calling into your earpiece for any assistance. “Commander Kim? Come in, Commander Kim?” you whisper.

“Min!” You see the ship’s repair officer, his body floating above you, and his spacesuit covered in blood. 

There’s blood…everywhere. Under yellow lightning the blood looks black, revealing the horror in a vivid display of violence. You hastily make your way to him. “Yoongi!” You push his body through the destruction carefully, dodging floating objects.

You close off the compromised area, airlocking the oxygen back in to proper breathing levels. Pulling off Yoongi’s helmet and suit and then your own, you check his pulse. He grunts in pain. He’s alive, you breath out in relief.

You float towards the closest first aid kit, injecting Yoongi with painkillers and steroids until he wakes. 

“Officer Min?” You wipe away the perspiration from under his bangs, fixing his messy hair.

“I, ugh, I feel like shit.”

“You look like shit,” you quietly joke.

“Will that be going on today’s status report?” Yoongi winces trying to chuckle, writhing in pain, “The escape pods,” he says through labored breaths. “Get to one.”

A clanging pulls your attention away. Yoongi grips your elbow. “Y/n, listen to me, escape.”

“Yoongi, tell me what happened to you.”

He tries to smile, his breathing erratic. “I’m afraid I’ve been exposed to a hallucinatory agent,” he breathes, “Or at least, I hope I have.” Yoongi bites his lips, keeping his howls of pain in. Body shaking from a mixture of adrenaline and medicine and something else, he starts mumbling nonsense.

“Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix,” you mutter, checking the injections and reading through the side effects, trying to reason why Yoongi is acting so paranoid. You look around wearily. The sheer amount of blood, still pooling around you in droplets, was too much to only be Yoongi’s. So where are the other bodies?

“I couldn’t get to the area of impact, it wouldn’t let me,” he winces. There’s a loud bellowing noise, a far away crash. He groans, “It's h-here.”

You push him into a corner, securing Yoongi’s body to the station’s wall, handing him one of your weapons, a tactical knife and pull out your own, leaving the pistol in your utility belt as a last resort. “I’ll be right back.”

“No,” he winces, coughing up blood, unable to stop you. You move towards the locked part of the station, where monstrous screeches resound through the thick metal doors.

What is out there?

You move closer.

What is it?

There’s movement, slithering, clicking.

Is it…

“Y/n!”

Hoseok crashes into you. Your body spins, unable to right yourself in zero gravity. Hoseok wraps his arm around your wrist, pulling you to him. “Found you.”

“Wait!” You try to pull away as he moves you further and further away from Yoongi, trying to explain to him where you left the wounded repair officer, but he’s not listening to you, he’s counting down instead.

“Five four three two one-”

“Ahhh!” The anti-gravity systems re-engage and you fall into Hoseok’s arms. “Oh no, Min!” You struggle in Hoseok’s hold until he released you, turning around to help Yoongi, but Hoseok’s grip is strong and he spins you back around. 

“It’s too late for him-”

“No it’s not!” You turn again only to be pulled into him once more. “Jung, I am your commander-”

“And I am captain of your ship,” Hoseok barks. “Follow me and I can get you out of here. If you go back there,” he warns, lowering his voice, “you’re going to regret it.” 

You yank your hand out of his grasp, massaging your wrist. You know the situation is dire, but you’re still taken aback by your captain’s demeanor. Captain Jung has never acted like this before!

“I know you and officer Min had a…special connection,” he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes without shying away from his accusations, “but you have to let him go.” 

You yank your head away, rapidly blinking in embarrassment. “Check the dorms, see if there are any survivors, that’s an order-”

“It’s just you and me, Love,” he smirks.

‘And Yoongi,’ you think. He’s still trapped where you left him, most likely unable to free himself.

Hoseok scoffs, watching as you ignore him and run towards your doom, the nightmare’s climax. Well, at least he warned you.

-

You find Yoongi, strapped above you, his head lolled to the side. You resist the urge to cry, his chest rises only slightly, a sign he’s still alive, but his time is running out. With the gravity on, you have to climb to reach him.

“Yoongi, I’ll get you out of here.” 

You free his torso with your knife and he falls forward into your arms. He’s heavier with the gravity on. Fuck. You struggle to hold him upright, frantically thinking of a way to get him out safely, unaware of the monstrosities closing in on you.

“Y/n?” Yoongi grunts. His arms weakly hold onto your sides. You look over your shoulder, you didn’t realize how high up you both were. You stretch your limbs to stay balance. 

“I got you,” you whisper.

“I told you to go to the escape pods,” he grunts, groaning in pain, a growl deep and low and rumbling inside threatens to spill out of him.

The ship creeks, equipment falls to the ground, and the yellow lights grow dimmer. The situation is so helpless, you feel like crying, but you have to be strong as commander. “Not without you.” You push his hair to the side, and see how dark his eyes have become, how his irises seem to glow.

Yoongi coughs, breathing escalating, his arms gripping tighter around you. 

“Y-Yoongi,” you struggle as you try to shift your body. But his embrace becomes too tight and you lose your footing, the pair of you falling as the last of his restraints snaps-

You plummet down. Your stomach lurches and you feel light and heavy all at once, like the first drop over a coaster, yet this was so much worse.

Except you never reach the station’s flooring. 

You wince in Yoongi’s constricting hug, and soon you realize it’s not just Yoongi’s arms around you, but tight slithering sticky muscle, running along your legs, your arms, your torso…

“Yoongi!” you scream, scared for his life, afraid he too was being slowly constricted, unaware where the appendages were coming from, coming from the repair officer himself.

“Shit, I c-can’t-” Yoongi groans, sweating profusely, unable to control himself. Tentacles tighten around your ankles, move up your arms, run into your jumpsuit’s pant leg and under your collar, tearing the fabric, over your hips, around your neck, around your thighs, between your legs. The smooth appendages pulse all over your body.

More emerge from the repair officer, covering the ship like a web, allowing your bodies to slowly move down to the floor.

Space boots click on the hard flooring. Hoseok picks up your utility knife dropped to the ground and slices at the tentacles around your body. 

Yoongi screams and they unravel and slither off of you as Hoseok yanks your sore body up, quite annoyed with you. “This is really not my thing,” he jeers. Throwing the knife like a dagger and pinning a tentacle to the ground. Yoongi wails in pain.

“Y-You’re hurting him!” You watch Yoongi rolling in pain on the floor, taking the state of your repair officer all in, a horrific monstrous sight. 

“Hey, I’m not the one who turned my ex into a space monster! That was all you, ‘Commander.’”

Yoongi convulses, his own appendages fighting with him, wrapping themselves around his body and ripping into his jumpsuit.

You glare at Captain Jung, not fully understanding his words yet, still immersed in the nightmare. “We have to help him. You can help him.”

“And why should I?”

What is he saying? Why is your usual cheerful and bright captain acting so cruel? He’s been on this mission just as long as you, trained with Yoongi and you for years leading up to this voyage. How could he act so heartless?!

Yoongi screams, pale body red with marks as the alien appendages crawl over him. “He’s our teammate. Do something!!” 

You try to go to Yoongi only to be pulled back once again. “The alien parasite needed a body. He’s the host now. I told you, you can’t save him. The parameters here can’t be undone, only altered. There’s only two ways to end this nightmare, Commander; escape or let it use you to multiply.” He looks down at Yoongi with apathetic eyes, kicking at the slithering tentacles.

End this nightmare? Parameters, he said. 

Parameters of a dream.

“A nightmare. Nightmares are always trickier.”

“Hoseok,” you swallow, recognizing your captain for who he truly was. You look down at your bloodied torn jumpsuit, the space station that looks and smells and feels so real. “How can I alter this? How can I help him?” 

“Use your imagination.”

You step closer to your fallen repair officer and where you stand the closest of his alien appendages unwrap themselves around him and slither over your feet.

They travel up your calves, more and more, reaching your thighs. “Two endings, y/n!” Hoseok hastens, “You need to pick one. There’s one working pod left and I know where it is-”

But you’ve already chosen, you could not inflict such horribleness even towards just a likeness of your ex-lover. “No.”

Hoseok grinds his teeth. 

The tentacles are slithering, pulling, reaching for more and more skin, fully wrapped around you once again, lifting your body up to fully gain control.

It’s just a nightmare. You can’t be truly hurt. You won’t really end up spawning some freak alien lifeform, that’s all you have to remember. It’s just a nightmare and you’ll wake up soon. So you try to let yourself relax. The way the slimy appendages slide over your body isn’t terrible, the suctioning tentacles massage your muscles in ways you’ve never experienced. It's just a dream.

Hoseok clenches his fist, rolling his eyes, annoyed with your choice. Yeah, it’s just a dream, it’s not reality, you’re being a fool imposing principles that mean nothing here! 

Hoseok sighs, pulling a tentacle off your shoulder, cutting the tip off. The rest shake, moving your body into another position, pulling your limbs out. 

Hoseok bites into the cut alien limb, his eyes changing color to a deep glowing green. “W-What are y-you doing?” you groan, gasping as the appendages coil around your body

Hoseok shrugs, “changing the parameters.” He unzips his jumpsuit. “Min, get off, she’s mine.”

Tentacles press Yoongi’s back upward until he’s sitting. He catches himself before falling forward, nails digging into the sleek metal flooring, fighting to stay conscious. “I don’t k-know how- It h-hurts!” Yoongi screams, folding his body into himself, gripping his head and his alien appendages take you higher away from the quarrelling duo.

The muscles around you are too strong, there’s no room for movement, you are pushed and pulled, limbs moving only where they want.

Hoseok attacks the parasitic tentacles with his own, and you drop, caught by one of his many appendages wrapping itself around your torso.

You wince, holding onto the tentacle, “Is h-he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just fine.” Hoseok breathes, winded. The rest of the alien life form slinks away from its first host and attaches itself to Hoseok instead. Tremendous power courses through the dream walker as he becomes the host.

He laughs lowly. “In fact,” he tilts his head to the side, gesturing you to look at the empty space on the ground, “looks like he chose ‘escape.’” You watch the last of Yoongi’s shadows disappear as he hurriedly stumbles towards the escape pods. At least one of you will make it, you think disappointedly as a familiar feeling clenches in the pit of your heart.

You bring your fist down on the slimy tentacle as it pulls you closer, alone with the dream walker again, just how Hoseok liked it.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Hoseok tsks. “You know, y/n…sleeping is as inevitable as breathing. You can hold your breath all you want, but eventually,” Hoseok looks up at you as you are lowered, “you’ll need air.” You’re held upside down, being brought right to him by the alien appendages, so close you can feel his hot breath when he exhales, You’re both reminded of when you first met. He cocks his head to the side, smiling. “Hi.”

“None of this is real, it’s just a dream.” You tell yourself, imagining you weren’t in this horrible space nightmare. Instead you wished to be in a beautiful spring field, bright and sunny. And you were hanging upside down from a tree instead, Hoseok didn’t have green glowing eyes or monstrous limbs, he was just a sweet lover with soft brown hair and friendly eyes.

For a second you believed it, believed the flashing images of pastel pink and yellow, the light blue butterflies around you, but then it all flashed back to the nightmare. The spring daylight went back to being a revolting dark yellow blood bath, the wind was no longer cooling your skin, you were sticky and sweaty and tired, the butterflies were replaced with scattered drops of blood.

“So close,” Hoseok murmurs.

“It’s just a dream!” you yell, even when you feel like your bones are on the brink of breaking as Hoseok coils himself tighter around your stomach. It’s just a dream, why does it have to feel so real?! So painful?! So hopeless?!

He lets you go and drops you on the ground. “Come on! Wouldn’t you rather it be me instead?”

“What makes you think I want you instead?” you argue.

Hoseok laughs, appendages slithering close to your limbs. “You don’t? You don’t think about our night in Cairo? Or that time in the airplane bathroom? The Grand Canyon? That quaint church festival? Our lovely wedding night? The dressing room? Ahh that was my favorite.” He lists off a series of dreams you had found each other in, fantasies that made you hot all over just remembering what you’ve done.

Your tactical knife finds its way into your hands as you desperately think of a way to wake yourself up, turning the tip in towards you. 

Tentacles wrap themselves instantaneously around your wrists before you could pierce the dagger into yourself, pulling your arms up over your head.

“It’s just a dream, right?” he turns his head, holding his hand in front of his face, and one alien appendage slithers up his forearm and into his palm. He inspects it, becoming more in tune with its movements. “It’s just a dream, so you don’t have to feel bad for giving in.” He steps one pace closer to you.

His tentacles unravel around you and most disappear into his back. One tentacle pokes at your arm, making you flinch, the tip wraps around your hand, lifting it up almost as if it were trying to hold your hand. You squeeze it as it slithers back down your arm, looking down to watch it slowly move up again. You don’t see the small ticks Hoseok does at your actions, the way he cracks his neck, furrowing his brow. Three nights, it’s been three nights without you, yet he tries to be patient. 

He takes one last step so he can trace down the line of your jaw. Securing his hand to the back of your neck, he guides your head closer, ghosting over your lips. 

It’s just a dream, you think, so why does it have to feel so real…so painful… There’s a stinging in your heart, clashing feelings rumbling inside you like a storm.

The station rumbles to life as a pod deploys. You exhale defeatedly. 

“Will it make you feel better to know he took the wrong one?”

So cosmic justice exists in this space dream, you think. You wonder what that means for the man in front of you then, entering into the shadows as the lights flicker and dim even darker until only his outline remains, a creature of man and beast.

His eyes glow greener, two luring orbs amongst the shifting shadows. He must be smiling, he always does, he has to be. You have to find out for yourself, you have to see Hoseok’s smile again...so you take a step closer, and another step, and another…into the shadows.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice behind you asks.

Reaching the space station's wall with nowhere else to go, you peeked out a small circle window, watching the vast galaxies of light twinkling against the nothingness of space. It makes you feel so small and worthless.

You unzip the front of your jumpsuit, pulling your arms free until it lays around your hips. 

“Hoseok?”

“Hmm?”

“My favorite was Club More.” You remember it so well you can hear the club music start to blast, the bass rattling the broken space equipment. Hoseok smirks. You were starting to imagine.

His tentacles wrap around your body like the red rope he used on you at Club More, bounding your wrists together behind you and lifting you easily off the ground. 

His hand runs along your palm until your fingertips touch and he interlaces your hands together. “Oh, your heart is racing,” he can feel your pulse in your wrists, “can’t wait to fuck me, y/n?” Hoseok places his hand on your forehead, pulling your head back so you can rest your neck on his shoulder. He kisses your neck tenderly, only one soft kiss while tentacles tear your last shreds of clothes off. 

“You want to know why? Because unlike that,” he gestures his head towards the spot of blood where Yoongi had laid, “I know exactly how you like to be fucked.” He finishes the sentence as one large tentacle slides between your legs, entering you until you’re filled entirely. He lets your hand go to replace it with his dick, rolling his hips forward into your open palm.

“I know exactly what to do,” he kisses you softly again on the jaw this time, so close to your mouth as the slippery appendage pulls out and fills you full again, making you gasp and shiver, “to make you scream,” he says as a smaller tentacle wiggles itself into your other hole, tentacles wrap themselves around your breasts, suctions latching onto your sensitive nipples, making you scream in pleasure. “Tell me to stop if I’m wrong?”

You shudder, gasping, moaning, unable to keep your walls from clenching around the slippery appendage, wanting movement. Hoseok moves your body so you’re spread open in front of him, ass in the air. He pumps himself watching the tentacles tease you, roll over you clit, suctioning themselves to your sensitive nerves. You’re used to being knocked forward when hips smack into yours, not this, the weightlessness and complete submission of your body, kept still while Hoseok fills all your holes.

Tentacles slither around one of your ankles, opening your wider, pulling your leg up. Your arms stay secure around your back and it reminds you of the position Hoseok’s dom persona put you in at Club More. What's left of the yellow light turns to red.

The alien appendages move faster inside you, swelling in preparation for release. You feel lightheaded from all the pleasure inflicted on every part of your body, closing in on your climax as well. Your filled, pumped full of alien seed. The alien appendage inside your pussy pulls away only to be replaced with Hoseok’s slim fingers, pushing the escaping cum back inside you. It was Hoseok’s turn to fill you with his dick, plugging you full as he drags you closer to him.

Hoseok grabs the swell of your ass, watching it jiggle as you meet his hips over and over again, being dragged back and forth on his dick by alien appendages.

“Oh fuck, Hoseok, fu-uckk!”

“You make the perfect cumslut, unghh, going to fill your pussy with my cum. That’s what you want, slut?—fuck—I’ll give it all to you.” 

Hoseok releases deep inside you, yelling, his cock pulsating as you both reach your high together. You feel floating, weightless. Hoseok’s heel lifts off the ship’s ground from the vertigo of your orgasms. Tentacles unravel but you stay suspended.

Floating in deep space, it’s just you and Hoseok. 

---

“My colleague says this place is one of the best in the country, don’t be nervous,” Namjoon smiles, hugging you close. “Want me to go inside with you? I don’t mind waiting.”

You stand outside of a sleep clinic, hoping to figure out what was wrong with you, or at least how to manage your predicament. You had started to fixate on your dreams, it was becoming impossible to escape thoughts of your dream man, even day dreaming about him and then thinking about him throughout the day. Your dreams were so hyper-realistic, you could feel your body still reacting hours later.

“I don’t want you to miss class.”

“Ahh they’ll be fine,” he kisses your forehead.

“Okay, yeah, stay,” you smile. You walk inside hand-in-hand.

The receptionist calls your name. He smiles brightly at you, explaining how to fill out new patient forms. “Hey professor Kim!” He greets your boyfriend and they talk while you complete each question, being vague in your answers, embarrassed having to explain your issues.

“Do you want me to come in the room with you?”

“No,” you force a smile. There was no way you could talk about your dreams with Namjoon there. “It’s okay, it looks like you got a fan,” you tease, gesturing to the receptionist who seems like he’s itching to ask the humanities professor another question. 

Namjoon chuckles, pecking your lips. “I love you, baby.”

---

“Nice to meet you, I'm the sleep specialist assigned to your case.”

Jimin walks in, looking through your chart. “So what brings you in? I see you listed you are having night terrors and reoccurring dreams, and that you’re feeling short of breath and other physical reactions when waking up. Can you go into more detail? Is this a recent development?” Jimin clasps his hands in his lap, giving you an encouraging smile. He has a soft calming presence that helps you open up.

“Yes…” You explain to Jimin how you have been dreaming about the same man, someone you’ve never met before, that you can see how that might not be a big deal for some people, but for you, it’s like you’re being haunted. You feel like you’re going crazy, like your mind is working against you, and it’s affecting your everyday life. You can’t take it anymore!

“Did you know a person sees an average of 3 million faces in their lifetime? Even if you don’t remember, your subconscious mind can piece together features and create a whole new ‘face.’ There was a study that found dreamers around the world have experienced seeing the same ‘face’ of a man in their dreams because of this phenomenon,” he flips through pages, pulling out a black and white drawing, “Does he look familiar?” It doesn’t look anything like your dream man, however. You shake your head no. Jimin smiles then asks you questions about your diet, your sleep schedule, your stressors and fears. 

“I would like you to come back to do a sleep monitoring session with us. When are you fre-”

“As soon as possible!”

Jimin smiles, “That’s usually the answer we get. Our tech is going to come in and prep you while I check with our receptionist about our next available slot, and then we’ll run some brain scans and a few other tests, how’s that?”

“Okay,” you smile. “Sounds great.”

-

You’re glad you listened to Namjoon, the sleep specialist was so kind and understanding. He didn’t push you to reveal anything you were uncomfortable with and listened diligently. You are hopeful you’ll finally get answers that will help you.

“Hello, I’m here to prep you!” You turn around and the tech sees- “Oh shit.” -your petrified face.

Hoseok had seen you with bright colored hair, in ball gown dresses, in jumpsuits with your hair short, in braids down to the floor and leather wrapped around your body, he’s seen you skinnier, heavier, younger, older, all the ways you imagined yourself, but he’s never seen you like this before. The small scars and imperfections of your features you choose to forget, bare faced with your natural hair, so very very real and alive.

Hoseok stood before you, in the same white coat as Jimin, looking like a version of himself you’ve never seen before, looking scared.

He grabs your chart quickly while you stay frozen in shock whispering the faintest “no.”

He finishes reading the chart, looking back up with you, mirroring your shocked state. Could he get away with pretending he doesn’t know you? Something about the way you look like you’re a second away from screaming says no.

“I’m just here to place these on you,” he whispers hastily and holds out the sticky electrode pads.

“I’m dreaming?” is all you can think to say. Are you ever going to wake up from this nightmare?

“Take a deep breath,” Hoseok says worriedly, looking around the small room and spotting a camera in the far corner, “Calm down.” His words only make you start hyperventilating. The tech cautiously moves towards you and you jump off the medical table, backing yourself into a corner. “I-I’ll put these on you and then I will leave right out that door, it will take only a couple of minutes-” but you’re not listening to Hoseok, your eyes are fixated on his nametag, ‘JACK.’

Hoseok looks down, sighing. He used the name Jack at work because it was easier to read and pronounce, especially when many of their clientele were children.

Maybe he can salvage the situation after all. “All these wires and needles can be scary, right? You’ll be fine, it’s okay to be nervous.” He moves closer to you. “I have to place these on your temples and chest, okay? It will be quick,” he reassures.

You stay still as he takes an alcohol wipe and gently wipes your temples, placing the electrode pads on each side. Standing next to you, you notice you are both closer in height now, how he looks thinner, softer in features.

You inhale a shuddering breath when he adjusts the collar of your shirt to wipe on top of your breast. Hoseok’s hands shake a little, he holds his breath, trying not to think about how he can smell your perfume, or was it shampoo? How he knows what your skin really feels like now, soft as he imagined. He tries to memorize your real face, your real lips, the shade of your real eyes, and can’t help himself from leaning a little closer when he inhales again.

“Hoseok?” He keeps his eyes trained down, watching your chest rise and fall as he places the last electrode.

“Who?”

You’re in a dream, right? This man obviously knows who you are, you think. Are you really dreaming? So why is Hoseok acting like this?! If you’re not dreaming, you don’t even want to think about it, because if you’re not dreaming, then what is he?!

“If you sit back down I can take some blood samples,” he says softly.

You dig your nails into your palm and it hurts. Why does it feel so real? So painful? Hoseok looks timid, laughing awkwardly to ease the tense silence. He’s never acted like this before. Why do you feel so hopeful…

You look around the room. “This is another dream, isn’t it? You’re messing with me again, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry Miss, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he glances over to the security camera again, making you glance too. 

If you attack him and this is not a dream, you will probably be committed into a mental institution on the spot, and you can’t let that happen, not with your sweet boyfriend in the waiting room, waiting for you.

You let Hoseok draw your blood, he works quickly and silently. You retrace your steps, every action that happened before coming into this room. It couldn’t all be in your head, right? This doesn’t feel like a dream. Is it a dream? Is it?!

“All done,” Hoseok smiles. His smile is warm and friendly. His smile is so different, and yet, it’s Hoseok’s smile. It’s the smile that haunted your dreams. You reach out, gripping his arm before he turns away.

The door swings open and Jimin walks back in. Hoseok steps hastily away from you and you shut your legs instinctively. 

“Oh, erm, I thought you had already finished, sorry. Is everything okay?” Jimin looks between you and Hoseok and the obvious tense atmosphere hanging between you.

“Everything is fine, she’s ready,” Hoseok says quickly exiting the room.

“Oh! Hoseok, her chart!” Jimin holds out his arm, and Hoseok hands over your chart to him. “Thanks.”

You meet Hoseok’s wide eyes with your own. 

“So we couldn’t get you in tonight, but good news! There’s an opening tomorrow night.” Jimin says cheerfully.

“Right, that’s great,” you manage to blurt out.

“Okay, follow me!” he chirps.

You follow Jimin out into the hall, passing Hoseok who watches you leave. You pretend not to notice him, keeping your eyes straight forward, and Hoseok knows he’s really fucked.

That night, Hoseok never entered your dreams, but that didn’t stop you from dreaming about him. 

---

Namjoon drops you off at the clinic the next night, kissing you goodbye. “When I pick you up tomorrow, let’s go out for breakfast, okay?”

You giggle, nodding. “I love you.”

“I love you too!” he calls out before driving away. No, this can't be a dream, you think, watching your boyfriend hit the curb with his car. But if it is, you never want it to end.

You meet Jimin in a larger room. It’s decorated nicely, far less clinical than the first day. “Your brain scans came back normal which is great news! Sometimes nightmares and hallucinations can be caused by tumors or other physical issues but your blood work came back perfect as well. Your blood pressure is a little high,” Jimin warns, “It could be due to how much stress you’ve been under, but just in case I recommend lowering your salt and sugar intake.”

“Got it,” you say wearily.

“We want you to be comfortable, there’s a bathroom so you can change. We will be monitoring you through camera as well as monitoring your brain activity with this machine. Once you’re ready, just let us know and we’ll finish setting everything up. Take as much time as you need, we’ll be here all night!” Jimin jokes.

You nod, offering him a timid smile. “W-We?”

“Yes, me and my associate,” Jimin smiles back.

“Jack?”

“Oh, ha, yes, Jack.” Jimin laughs, surprised in your interest for the tech. You swallow hard. After leaving the clinic you had spent all day wondering if you had really gone off the deep end, and decided to see this through and find out for yourself what the hell was going on.

You changed into pajama pants and Namjoon’s old tshirt. You sit on the bed, pulling the material up to smell the front, letting his scent calm you. Namjoon smelled like pine and woods, nothing like Hoseok, whose smell reminded you of citrus and vanilla. Why were you comparing them? You shake away the thoughts, motioning at the camera that you were ready.

You sit up in bed pulling the sheets up higher when Hoseok walks in.

“W-What are you doing here?”

“I have to put these on again,” he says softly, holding up the electrode pads.

That’s not what you meant. So he did not have all the right answers here. You bite your tongue as he begins setting up the sleep monitor.

“What are you?” you hiss under your breath.

Hoseok clenches his jaw, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re ruining my life,” you whisper, “and you’re just going to act like we’ve never met-”

“We have never met,” he hisses back.

“Stay away from me! I don’t know how you did it, but don’t ever go into my dreams again!” you whisper, getting louder and louder with each word.

“Stay calm!” Hoseok whispers, pressing on your shoulder to lay you back down. “I’m about to put a heart rate monitor on you.” 

“Why me?” you grit out. “I deserve to know! Why me?!” you repeat, losing your temper.

Hoseok crosses his arms looking away, breaking the helpful exterior he had up until now. “Your dreams were the loudest.”

---

You’re running. 

Running down a long cavernous corridor.

You’re running, winded, falling over rocks.

Running, running, running.

A loud gurgling monstrous noise resounds behind you. You're running, escaping before you are caught in its clutches.

The monstrous noise roars, causing the ground to quake with each of its loud steps. The cave walls shake, dropping sand and dirt around you. 

Your legs ache, your lungs burn, your chest feels heavy. You keep running. 

Suddenly, a body crashes into yours. The mad scientist who created the monster and you fall over. His white coat is covered in blood and dirt, hair wild, glasses broken. Another man falls over your bodies, pulling you both up. “Get up!” 

“This way!” the mad scientist yells as your group encounters a fork in the tunnel, motioning down the left way.

“Y/n, wait! Don’t trust him,” Jungkook, the scientist’s assistant, pulls you back. “This is all your fault!” He addresses his boss, Doctor Jimin Park, the scientist who created a monster. Jimin had let the monster become too powerful, wanting the testing to continue, and now, the beast had escaped and was coming for you all.

“I didn’t know this would happen!” he pleads, “We don’t have time for this!” 

The cave tunnels are dark, dusty. As the rocks shake it feels like the walls are closing in on you, slowly suffocating you. It’s true, you didn’t have time to argue, the monster was almost there. 

You run with Jungkook down the right side of the fork instead.

“She’s having another nightmare, she went into REM again fast,” Jimin whistles, going over the data, pulling up your brain activity, monitoring your oxygen levels and breathing, your escalating heart rate, “Look at those spikes,” Jimin annotates the readings. Hoseok nods, tenser than usual. “Hey, what’s up with you?” Jimin turns to his roommate, “Do you two know each other?”

“No!” Hoseok says defensively, “I’ve never met her in my life!”

Jimin raises his eyebrow at his roommate and long time friend. “My mistake,” he goes back to studying the readings, not bringing up the fact that he knows Hoseok switched shifts tonight. “She has a boyfriend.” he says offhandedly.

“I didn’t ask,” Hoseok mutters, side eyeing his roommate. “You got this? I’m going to take a nap.”

You and Jungkook ran until you found a door, falling into a bright white room. The door closes shut and locks behind you.

“What the hell?!” Jungkook yells, banging on the door, yanking on the handle with no luck.

You try to catch your breath, hands on your knees as Jungkook tries with all his might to break down the door.

Bright blue smoke fills the room, slowly at first, pooling at your feet until it covers every inch of the room. You have no choice but to inhale the gaseous substance into your lungs.

You and Jungkook cough and drop to your knees. And when the smoke clears, it still feels like you’re choking on smoke, your skin feels hot, burning. Your muscles become tense, your body jittery. You curl up into a ball as you lie on the floor, trying to catch your breath to stop the room from spinning. 

A calm clinical voice talks from a loudspeaker. “Experiment six-hundred and thirteen B. Trial one.”

You still feel hot despite the cold air around you. Your clothes feel too tight, too scratchy, and you want to rip them off you. You groan, hugging your knees. Why does it feel like your skin is crawling? 

Your mouth is salivating, every part of you feels hot and sensitive, you pull on your blouse, rubbing your sore sensitive nipples, whimpering. The rings around your fingers even feel constricting, and you pull them off hastily, throwing them far away from you.

You turn over on your back, trying to find some relief to relax your tense muscles, rubbing your legs together to stop the throbbing, unable to think of anything else other than release.

Jungkook is fairing no better, yelling in pain, fist hitting the ground over and over to distract how tight his stomach feels, the stinging ache in his balls, how painfully erect he is. He pulls his shirt off, ripping the buttons, unable to take touching the offending garment any longer. His hand grazes his cock and he breathes harshly through clenched teeth, groaning in agony.

The deep grunts coming from Jungkook are driving you crazy, you can’t help but clench down, crying out in frustration. You pull your blouse off, “J-Jungkook…” you pant, turn over on your stomach feebly reaching for your bra, giving up to reach in between your legs instead.

His name leaving your lips in a soft moan makes Jungkook’s dick throb painfully in the confines of his pants. He’s going to die if he doesn’t do something, he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t fuck you. He undoes his pants, pulling down his boxers, anything to relieve the ache inside of him. “Y/n..”

You whimper, letting out a frustrated cry. He sounds so fucking hot, so sexy, you need him, you want him, you’re going to die if you can’t have him. You reach out an arm, searching. Where is he? Where is he?! 

“Jungkook” you moan, whimpering, writhing, “Jungkook! Please, p-please-” You fuck your fingers, your thoughts consumed with Jungkook’s body, his deep voice, his muscles, his lips, everything about him.

Jungkook lifts his head, finding you, your legs spread open, head thrown back, moaning his name and he feels his last shreds of sanity slipping away. He wants to fuck you, breed you, make you his. He leans on his arms, pumping his cock, but it’s not good enough, he needs you. Giving into his urges, he pushes himself up.

Jungkook drops over you, kissing you hungrily, devouring your cries, tasting your lips, your mouth, swallowing your moans and your spit, getting impossibly harder. He rips off your bra, your skirt, your underwear, taking the torn fabric and burying his face in it, moaning as he inhales, completely feral for you. 

You open your legs wide for him, mewling, crying, pussy soaked and desperate for his cock.

He thrusts in, his pace erratic, coming after only a few strokes, however he doesn’t stop, he pistons into you wildly, needing to come more, to fill you up, fill every hole.

You pulse around him, screaming, lost in pleasure, lost in Jungkook, coming hard around his thick cock. This is what you want, to be fucked until you can’t. Neither of you notice the bright red smoke filling up the room, passing out in each other's arms.

“Experiment six-hundred and thirteen B. Trial eight.” The clinical voice wakes you up. Your body is sore, sticky, covered in hickeys and love bites. Jungkook stirs, his head rolling to the side on your thigh.

What happened? You look around, remembering.

Wait a minute, you know what this is-

You look at the clinical walls, reminding you of the walls at the sleep clinic. Jungkook, the buff receptionist who took down your information, is the man between your legs. Oh fuck. This is not real. ‘You are dreaming, y/n. You’re in a dream.’ Bright blue smoke fills the room again.

“Want my help?” The intercom voice crackles again, but this time it is not the clinical monotone voice.

“I told you not to come into my dreams anymore,” you groan, unable to stop your trembles as Jungkook buries his face deeper between your legs. You felt numb and burning all at once, pleasure prickling your body like needles, your core pulsing, throbbing, slicing your insides in horrible ecstasy until you can’t take it any longer…you need more.

You no longer can remember why you were upset as lust overtakes you like a wave. You scream in orgasm, clawing at your companion.

Hoseok clicks the intercom off, leaning back in his office chair, watching you behind a one way mirror, currently bouncing off his colleague’s cock, your bodies glistening. Hoseok watches you ride Jungkook's cock, moaning wantonly, his own dick painfully erect in his pants at the sight.

Now that you knew, what is he going to do now? Did Hoseok want to admit to you he couldn’t help himself, even after meeting you? Your dreams were always so entertaining. Your fantasies were wild, depraved, thrilling, addicting to experience. He liked it. Hoseok was addicted even if he did not want to admit it.

Hoseok grabs his cock, getting lost in the show in front of him, then comes to his senses, sitting upright. He runs both hands through his hair, finding composure to continue and clicks the switch on again, “You’re relying too much on what your dream is telling you. Let it be the other way around, that gas could be laughing gas, or shrinking gas, or smoke filtering in from a barbecue going on in another room, you can make it whatever you want to be.”

“Are you even listening to me?!” he yells, hot in the face as he watches you.

You’re listening to Hoseok but you’re not hearing him. Hoseok watches Jungkook ravage you, choking you with his cock, which he thinks is way too long to be Jungkook’s if he’s being honest. Annoyance twists at the pit of his stomach. So what if he intervenes? It was all just a dream, as you loved to remind him.

You shake, orgasming again. Hoseok steps behind Jungkook, pulling out a tranquilizer, sedating his dream colleague.

Jungkook drops, and you whine, aching to be filled again. Your foot runs up Hoseok’s leg, searching for his crotch. “Hoseok?” you whine out “Hoseok...fuck me, Hoseok!”

Tempting, however, Hoseok really needed to talk to you with a clear head.

He pulls on your ankle, and for a brief moment you feel weightless.

Your hazy mind clears again and you look up taking in your surroundings. You were in a bright red and pink room with neon blue and red lights everywhere, on a heart shaped bed.

“Love motel. Really?” you ask the dream walker, the affects of the smoke completely subsiding in the red room.

“It was the quickest way to get you out of there, using an aspect of your dream and modifying it.” Hoseok says pointedly. “I was improvising!”

Hoseok was in bell bottoms, a tight bright blue collared shirt and jet black styled hair. And you were in a tight light blue babydoll dress…with no underwear…

“I told you not to go into my dreams!” You press your legs together, embarrassed at the wetness still pooling at your core.

“How do you know it’s really me?” Hoseok muses, “Maybe you’re just dreaming me up?”

Your eyes narrow on the dream walker, you try to picture him as a llama, or turn him into a bug, a shoe, a dead man.

Hoseok sighs, undoing his sleeve cuffs and the last few fastened buttons of his shirt, attempting to lessen the uncomfortable confined energy he is beginning to feel in the small love room.

“I-I have a boyfriend!” Ahh yes, Hoseok saw the man who had dropped you off at the clinic. “You, here, it’s wrong! No, no this is worse, I thought you were just a bad dream, but if you’re really here, if this is you…you’re evil!”

“It’s not that serious,” Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“It’s my life! And you’re poisoning my mind!”

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit,” he says sarcastically, “I really haven’t altered your dreams that much. I only work with what I got, darling.”

“Why don’t you go fuck a real woman and not me! Pervert!” The neon lights turn yellow and green instead in Hoseok’s irritation and anger.

“Do you not remember how you begged me, got on your knees for me?”

“It wasn’t real-I-I didn’t know-”

“So now it doesn’t count? Did that little fuck session with our receptionist count or not count too? I’m a little confused. So tell me what is it, am I a pervert, are you a cheater?”

“Y-You used me-”

“I brought us here, but I didn’t create that,” he looks over to the whips and chains across the walls. “It's your mind filling in the room, y/n. So don't blame me! You’re such a twisted little thing, such a dirty slut. Too scared to let your boyfriend know what a kinky girl you are, is that it?”

“Fuck you.”

“You know, I could enter his dreams, find out all his dirty little secrets too.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you scream and the room’s entire foundation shakes.

“You're getting boring, a pain, why should I stay? I would love to know what makes your boyfriend so perfect in your eyes. Yeah I think I'll go do that, and you can stay here, chained. All alone.”

You look down at your feet, leather straps tightly secured around your ankles as he walks away from you.

You reach for your legs and cry out when you find chains tight around your wrists, “No...” You wish Hoseok wouldn't leave-

The door suddenly disappears.

Hoseok waves a hand and creates another door. He smiles over his shoulder, glaring at you, but when he opens it a concrete wall appears. Sighing, he makes another door, walks into it and- 

-right back into the love motel.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “I would stop that if I were you. You don't want to be trapped in here with me.” Hoseok warns, over your accusations and your annoying actions. “I could make you question every part of your existence, every boundary of your mind, every truth you know.”

Over dramatic ass, you grind your teeth and think of the Hoseok you met. You weren’t scared of him, he wasn’t intimidating, he was weak.

Hoseok rolls his shoulders, looking down at his clothes, back in his white lab coat. He scoffs and then breaks out into laughter. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The chains tighten and begin pulling you down into the heart bed, harder and harder, it feels like the bed is...beating. Hoseok stands over you, tilting his head as you struggle.

You scream, your limbs feel like they’re separating, elongating, like ribbons. Your whole body feels like it’s unraveling like a bow being pulled open, like you’re no longer human, everything stretching and thinning out, thousands of red ribbons, threads of your sanity, splitting. Hoseok sinks into the bed, and blood spurts out from underneath the covers with each beat. He sinks lower, lying over you, his body melting into yours until you feel him everywhere inside you. If you could scream, you would be shrieking. 

---

Your scream is so piercing it wakes Hoseok too, napping two rooms away.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

Jimin drops the smelling salts he used on you as you shake in his arms. Your heart rate had become dangerously high and you were tossing and turning erratically. 

He rubs your back soothingly. He knew Hoseok lied to him and now he has proof, you moaning his name softly on video. But why would he lie? Jimin will worry about that later, his attention was solely on calming you down.

Jimin checks your vitals, going over every note he took until the sun starts to rise while you lie staring blankly at the ceiling. “You’re tired. How do you feel about trying to sleep again? I’ll be right here, ready to wake you.”

You nod drowsily, clutching a pillow. “Jimin,” you mumble, your tired body falling into sleep. “Hoseok is the monster.”

Jimin looks over to the mirror, knowing behind the one-way glass the tech is probably watching. He pats your head, standing up.

“How is she?”

“Well, her heart rate jumped to 160,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Her sleep cycle is all over the place. Look, once she entered REM her vitals skyrocketed–she might just be a sound sleeper–but it took smelling salts to wake her.” Hoseok hums, looking over your sleep chart, figuring out the point on the chart where he entered your dreams and studying the data. “You look like hell, did you not just take a nap?” Jimin laughs.

Hoseok rubs the back of his neck, shrugging. “Think it’s serious, what’s wrong with her?”

“You’ve never been so interested in a patient,” Jimin teases, “Is she an ex or something? You can tell me-”

“No!” Hoseok smacks the giggling sleep specialist, “I can’t be worried for a patient?”

When you wake up, Jimin is ready with juice and breakfast toast and a sleep chart for you.

“This is a normal sleep chart,” he shows you a chart with distinct hills and valleys. “There are five stages of sleeping.” He follows the deescalating line. “Stage one is dreaming, stage two and three are light sleep, and stage four and five are deep sleep. What we are most concerned with is your dreaming, REM stage. Normally, you would go into REM, then enter into the light and deep stages of sleeping.” His finger starts traveling upwards along the path of the line, “Then you go back to stage four, three, two, and one, you re-enter REM again,” he smiles. “Normally one would go through around five cycles of this, but you-” he flips the chart over, “This is your chart, your first wave is normal, then here, it’s like you entered the second stage of REM and never left. Your brain waves however,” Jimin pulls out another confusing diagram. “Here you have large waves usually congruent to deep sleep, your vitals should be slowing down but they don’t. Somehow you are still dreaming.”

“Is there, um, ways to make myself not dream?”

“It might not feel like it right now but dreaming is a necessary part of sleeping. People sometimes view REM as the final stage of sleeping but if you see, like I explained, it’s actually the first. You can’t really avoid it,” he says softly. You want to cry.

Jimin suggests certain things to relax you while sleeping, oils, sounds, exercise before bed or a warm bath. He didn’t want to discuss any medications yet, confident dream therapy will be a better avenue. 

But you know none of those things will really help you. Not when Hoseok is there, his back to you now, clearing away the equipment.

Jimin schedules another sleep session. You smile and thank Jimin, he really did give you the tools to help yourself, unknowingly. There was a way to cure you, you just had to be brave enough to do something about it.

Jimin releases you for the day. However, you don’t leave the clinic, instead you slip inside an empty room. “Hey Joonie, they said they have to perform some more tests. Sleep in, baby, I should be done before lunchtime. I love you,” you whisper, leaving a voicemail for your boyfriend.

You wait, watching through the creek in the door, until you see the answer (and cause) of all your problems.

-

Hoseok sits on his small employee sleep cot cracking his knuckles. He’s more tired now that you’re so resistant. Maybe he should just move on, he thinks, he should just enter another dream world, a dreamer who did not irritate him as much, who did have the gall to blame Hoseok for her own illicit thoughts, who did not consume him so, the way you were beginning to.

Hoseok never felt particularly guilty for the chaos he caused while dreaming, but reading over your answers and how you described your ‘night terrors,’ and how you couldn’t distinguish your dreams from reality… 

How ridiculous. Dreams were wonderful, but once awake, the fabrication of the Dreamworld was exposed, dreams never stood up to the test, there was nothing that could compare to the authenticity of the reality, the harshness of it. Dreams just didn’t last forever, Hoseok thinks bitterly.

He couldn’t be affecting you that much, could he? But seeing the evidence so painfully presented across your scared features made him at least begin to wonder…

A soft click pulls him out of his thoughts.

He sits up abruptly, staring at you. Awake he had no powers, he couldn’t just will things to be, make the exact thing he needed to come appear before him. He couldn’t do the things he wanted to do, he couldn’t say the things he wanted to say. So Hoseok did nothing.

He watches you close the door behind you. “You shouldn’t be here-”

“Like you shouldn’t be in my dreams?” you counter.

Hoseok wasn’t like his boisterous dream self in reality, he was cautious, reserved. You sit on the corner of his cot to think. This feels more bizarre than all your dreams combined. “I’ll cancel my next appointment, I’ll tell Mr. Park that I’m better now. I won’t bother you ever again if you promise to leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. He plays with the sleeves of his coat. You were so close, he could touch you, the real you. He had you right here with him, no costumes, no fake persona, just you and him. You shifted on his cot and he felt his window of time with you escaping, here where time was fractional and always fleeting. A series of clocks on the wall were ticking away the seconds, gone another moment with you. This was supposed to be the last time? How could he agree to such a thing?

“How do you do it?” you whisper softly, as if you were scared to find out the answer. “How is it possible for you to go into my dreams?”

Hoseok scoots backwards until his back meets the clinic wall, stretching out his legs. “I don’t know, I've always been able to do it. I just enter people’s dreams for fun-” 

What? “You’ve been doing this because it’s fun for you? Fun?” you hiss, angry tears welling up in your eyes as you yank on his coat, grabbing the lapels of his lab coat in your fists.

He covers your fists with his, holding you to him. Even though Hoseok was not as powerful and imposing as he acted in your dreams, he was still stronger than you. You take a deep breath, ready to scream like a banshee, and Hoseok quickly pounces, covering your mouth before you can yell. 

The way you struggled under him twisted his insides. This did not feel good. He struggled trying to hold you down, anxiety and nausea churning in the pit of his stomach as you cried and kicked underneath him while he tried to keep you quiet. 

His entire body weight was on you, stealing precious air from your lungs, but as unevenly matched as you were, you were now on a much leveled playing field, Hoseok was becoming winded and you were full of adrenaline.

Your hands began to search for anything to defend yourself with, reaching for his bedside lamp, hitting the blunt end hard across his skull, Hoseok falls forward, dragging you off the small cot and onto the floor.

---

Namjoon pulls his left fist back, seeing an opening, and lands a hard left hook onto the side of Hoseok’s face.

The crowd cheers and you yell, your hands up in the air. The bell rings ending the round just in time and the referee goes over to Hoseok’s beaten body, counting.

Shaken, Hoseok gets up, signaling to the referee he was fine. He moves to his corner of the ring, watching as you towel away the cascading sweat from Namjoon’s head, handing him a water bottle. As he chugs the water, you take a swab and swipe vaseline and antibiotic over his cuts and swab inside his nose, readying Namjoon for the next round.

‘Okay, y/n, if that’s how you want to play,’ Hoseok thinks, smirking, then he sure won’t hold back. He stands up, knocking his gloves together and the crowd goes wild. 

You stand up, glaring at him. Namjoon shakes off his fatigue, jumping back and forth. You stand on the bottom rope of the ring and lean over to massage Namjoon’s shoulders, “You got this, baby.” 

He smiles, debating on whether to kiss you in front of thousands of screaming fans, but decides to wait, deciding he will kiss you when he wins.

Hoseok stands in the middle of the ring, ready. Head down, his arms defensively up. The bell dings, signaling the next round and the crowd roars, hungry for blood.

Namjoon goes in for a jab and Hoseok blocks. They fight, evenly matched, every punch and block earning another cheer from the crowd. In this dream, the only way the fight will end is with a knockout.

“Go, Joonie, go!” Hoseok lands a hit right into your dream boxer boyfriend’s side, and another, and another, moving quicker than usual, catching a second wind. Hoseok is fast, you’ll give him that, perhaps inhumanly fast. But you knew Namjoon was stronger now that you weren’t willing to back down. You place a hand on the ropes, cheering him on. Namjoon lands a hit on Hoseok's temple, knocking him back. “Yes! Yes! Show him, Joon!” The bell digs again.

You couldn’t help but gloat, walking over to Hoseok’s side. “I thought you were better than this, Hoseok? Feeling the heat? Still want to keep bothering me? I’ll find a way to beat you down every single time, I’m not scared of you anymore.”

Hoseok swishes water in his mouth, spitting up the bloody liquid into a pale. He smiles, bending down closer to the ropes, he softly taps your cheek with his glove. “Shouldn’t you be in your boyfriend’s corner?”

You bite your lip, hoping Namjoon knocks all his teeth out.

The fight bell dings once more and Hoseok lands a solid uppercut, knocking your dream boyfriend back into the corner. The crowd boos, pissing off the dream walker even more. You were getting better at controlling your dreams, but you’ve just started learning, Hoseok has been doing this for years. 

He leans his whole body on the ropes, pulling the tension back, and catapults his body into Namjoon, dropping him with a clothesline move to the chest. The crowd cheers louder than ever before.

You look up stunned, gone are the men’s boxing gloves. Hoseok does a dance over Namjoon’s body in tight wrestling pants and a cowboy hat, hair an intense orange color, while the referee slaps the ring floor, counting down. Hoseok waves his hand in the air, calling for more cheers, pacing and dancing around the ring.

“G-Get up! Joon, get up!” Namjoon kicks out of the referee’s count and the match resumes. Namjoon leans on the ropes in pain. His hair is styled in a bright yellow mullet. He wears wrestling shorts, and looks so very unlike your collegiate boyfriend.

You reach up, slapping his hand, tagging yourself in, your coach suit transformed into a tight purple pleather sports bra and pants.

Hoseok smiles wide, securing his cowboy hat and walking around the ring as the bell dings for you, holding his hand out and waving for you to “Bring it!” The crowd loses their collective minds at his performance.

You enter the ring, your adrenaline running high. You kick him in the chest swinging your body into the ropes. You try to put Hoseok in an armlock, but he lifts your body up, holding you in the air tauntingly, egging on the crowd. You twist your body around, securing your arm lock after all, going for a body drop.

You attack, relentlessly punching him. The crowd ooohs and ahhhs, the stadium is electric. Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist lifting your body up. You suspect he’s setting up a suplex so you kick and escape his hold.

Climbing onto the top rope, you raise your hands like a conductor, drawing raucous cheers and chants, and then you jump! Elbow drop!

But Hoseok grabs you midair to the crowd's collective dismay. He pants in your ear, “Enjoying this a little too much, huh? Want to take this somewhere private?” You look over at Namjoon, his body hanging far over the ropes, arm reaching for yours to tag him in. You had completely forgotten about him.

Hoseok uses your distraction to his advantage, throwing you to the mat, pulling your leg up for a pin. You kick out of his hold, stopping the count. The crowd roars your name so loud the sound is deafening. How can you beat him?! If you want to beat the dream walker, you need to start thinking more like him!

He throws you over his shoulder, positioning your body for another suplex, this time a straight vertical, to the ire of the crowd. But this time you’re ready, not with another counter, but with an idea. Your bodies hit the mat, and it bends and warps to accommodate you like a trampoline, bouncing you both into the air, and when you both fall back down, you land soft cushion, a small couch, no, a love seat. The audience claps, cheering.

“Welcome back! Now each of our newlywed couples are tied in points. Whoever gets this right will take the lead!” You push a confused Hoseok away, smoothing down your dress. The crowd giggles at your antics. “Here’s the question! Backstage we told your partner to write down one thing they found most irritating about you. Now, you have to guess what they’ve written down, what’s the one thing you do that just gets right under their skin? Couple number one, go ahead!” He addresses Hoseok.

Your smile brightly, holding the large white sign to your chest as the audience claps.

Hoseok glares at you, then like a light switch, he switches his demeanor into a bubbly television personality perfectly suited for daytime television. He pulls at his shirt collar, making a funny face, “Well, that’s going to be hard to guess, because I just know she finds all my habits irritating.”

The crowd erupts into laughter. “I am gonna have to say,” Hoseok eyes you up and down, “my overactive imagination.”

‘That’s one way to put it,’ you think. Hoseok was dressed as close to his normal self as the dream walker could get, in a nice suit and tie, plain brown hair and a clean cut hairstyle, but all you could see was every single different version of the dream walker smiling back at you, his hair in so many different shades of colors, clothes usually styled extravagantly, sometimes with makeup, sometimes painted nails, sometimes glowing eyes and alien features, and you wondered who was the real Hoseok? Because the man you met at the sleep clinic acted nothing like the man sitting next to you now, who stares back at you in challenge.

“Y/n, turn your card over and let everyone know what you find most annoying about Hoseok!” 

You smile at the audience and turn over your card. Scribbled in the center is “too idealistic.”

“‘Too idealistic’ she says! ‘Overactive imagination,’ and ‘idealistic,’ well I’ll tell you what, this couple’s answers are imaginative! What does the audience say, should we give them the point?” The crowd hollers and cheers, securing you a point.

“Couple one takes the lead for now! Now, couple two…”

“What the hell is this…” Hoseok whispers, looking at stage lights and cameras.

“What, you never dreamed about winning a game show before?” you whisper back. Hoseok never dreamed about anything, but if he could, he would definitely not put himself through such an agonizing and cringeworthy experience.

“Next round already, wowza! Now, before we asked what your partners found most irritating about you, this question has to do with what they find most attractive about you! Backstage we asked your partners to write down what they saw as your, ‘best physical feature.’ Couple one, what’s your answer!”

Hoseok crosses his arms, what is this game you’re playing? Are you trying to publicly embarrass him? 

“Well, I don’t know if I can say that on air.” Hoseok throws the camera a mischievous smile and the women in the audience giggle.

“Ohoho well, let’s keep it PG now!”

“My body?” Hoseok hums.

“Your smile,” you turn the card around. 

“Uh oh, couple three takes the lead!”

Hoseok waits until the camera pans away from you, before dropping his overly cheerful expression. “Was that a lie?”

“Why would I lie, stupid?”

“You little-” Hoseok bites his tongue when the camera pans over to your section.

As other contestants answer the host’s question with a quip of their own, Hoseok places his arm around your waist. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re married here aren’t we, I am putting my arm around my lovely wife,” he sneers. 

“Y/n, we asked Hoseok the reason why he chose you, now what do you think he wrote down?”

“I don’t know,” you say softly.

A collective aww falls over the audience. “Aww c'mon, not even a guess? You married him after all!” The host turns his head to the audience and the audience laughs. Hoseok winces, the noises were becoming grating, yet you wait.

“No answer? No? Well, flip that card then.” The host says anxiously, reading aloud Hoseok's answer, “He chose you because you embraced every side of him, even the worst parts, you showed him worlds where he could belong. After learning your fears and desires, he was reminded of his own, and you made him feel not alo-” Hoseok rips the card in half, and everyone goes quiet. “Ah ha ah, we’ll be back right after this commercial-”

Hoseok stands up pushing past staff members dragging you along, going backstage and out the exit door-

The audience stare at the pair of you as you and Hoseok walk through the entrance doors. “Stop it,” Hoseok grits out through clenched teeth.

“The game isn’t over,” you merely say. Hoseok huffs, straightening his jacket and walking back towards the stage with you following right behind him.

The host speaks to the crowd while you take your seats, your hip pressed up against the flustered dream walker. “Hoseok,” you whisper, “I’m trying to get us to work together for once.”

God, you are irritating him. Everything about this cheesy game show is irritating. You think you’re being clever, but he knows you, he knows how to pick apart your dreams and find your hidden weaknesses, your secret wishes. Well, Hoseok has some questions he wants to ask too. He can play part of doting husband if that’s what you truly desire.

“If your partner had one hall pass, what name do you think they would write down. Couple one?”

“Jack.” Hoseok smiles wickedly.

“It’s like he can read my mind,” you laugh unconvincingly, turning your card.

“Now y/n, what is Hoseok’s favorite place to make whoopie?” The crowd ooohs and laughs at the game show host’s scandalous question.

“Oh, well, there’s just so many…” you stutter, embarrassed. 

“Don’t overthink it, Darling.”

“Ahh ahh, no helping your partner! We don’t have all day, y/n!”

“The, uhhh, bed?”

Hoseok faces the crowd, smiling sweetly. “Call me old fashioned, but-” he turns the cue card, “-in bed!”

Raucous cheers from the crowd erupt as your point total increases. Hoseok puts his arm around your waist again, hugging you close. With his head on your shoulder and back to the camera he uses the opportunity to whisper in your ear. “You know, this is not the the first time you’ve dreamt of marriage, you remember don’t you? You want to get married, y/n?” Hoseok hugs you deceptively gentle, his words anything but.

“Does it bother you that no one has popped the question yet? How long have you been with that boyfriend of yours?” You stay still in Hoseok’s embrace, unwilling to answer him, but you don’t have to, Hoseok sees the number so clearly indicated on your fallen card. “Four years?” Hoseok tuts, “Oh y/n, take it from a man, if he wanted to ask you, he would have already.”

That wasn’t true, Namjoon was going to ask you, you’ve talked about kids, you’ve talked about growing old together. He was going to ask you…one day, you were sure of it. But the tiny doubting voices in the back of your mind were becoming louder. Namjoon had a good paying job now. He was no longer a teacher’s aid, he had earned a spot as a professor, he could afford a ring now. So why...no, Namjoon was a great boyfriend, he was smart and handsome. Honestly, you felt sometimes he was out of your league. You’re sure people saw it too, like his students…his female students…

As the round goes on, Hoseok keeps his arm around your waist, finger tips inching closer to your center. Couple number three begins to quarrel, Hoseok leans over to kiss your temple. “Y/n,” he whispers into your hair, a teasing sensual tone that has you frozen, trying not to react in front of the studio audience, “I know you’re still not wearing any panties.” 

His fingers curl under the hem of your dress. There’s only a small table covering your laps, if anyone were to notice you…

You reach over too, placing your palm directly over his crotch in warning. Hoseok shuts his eyes, tongue rolling over the bottom of his lip.

The crowd laughs at a joke you don’t hear.

Because you’re too busy focusing on the way Hoseok moves his fingers over your sex.

You grip his length, rubbing down his bulge. The host asks Hoseok a question. He ignores it.

And your eyes meet.

The host calls your names again, but you’re too entranced in each other’s stare, working to rile each other up, fighting to see who breaks first.

Hoseok reaches for you, unable to resist any further, pulling you in for a rough needy kiss, moving your body over his lap in front of rolling cameras and a captive studio audience.

“Uhh uhh we’re experiences ahh technical difficulties!”

Hoseok is pulling your bodies over the love seat while the other contestants stand up in shock.

You fall over the love seat and back into a bed. ‘The love motel?’

“Get off!” You stop yourself from groping the dream walker any further, pushing him away, jumping off the red heart bed, another bad dream you did not want to relive.

You run towards the door, yanking it open-

-and run into a pile of sand. There’s sand all around you, a dark night sky with constellations so clear it was like you were floating in space.

Does everything have to remind you of Hoseok?!

You scream as the wind picks up sand. 

You hear his familiar laughter before you see him.

You pick up a large handful of sand and chuck it at the dream walker when you turn. 

He shakes his head as sand flies off his skin and hair. “Seriously?”

“Yes!” You lunge for the dream walker in your anger. You trip over each other, fighting against strong winds, and you fall backward-

-into water, surrounded by the sea. You kick towards the surface in a slow and agonizing pace, finally reaching the top as you gasp for air.

A small paddle boat rocks back and forth, Hoseok standing with his arms crossed in the center. “When are you going to learn, huh? You can’t beat me, so you might as well be a good girl and play along.”

You grind your teeth, furious. ‘Oh yeah?’ He will see. Who does he think he is? Did he forget these were your dreams? Your rules! The bright blue sky above you turns black, storm clouds roar to life and lightning flashes across the sky.

Hoseok balances himself, looking up towards the chaos ensuing, his small tiny boat rocking erratically in the rough storm waves. Then he takes a running leap off the edge. Jumping right for you.

Water rushes away, and you land with a hard thud on sleek flooring. Stage lights blind you as hushed whispering turns to angry yells. Hoseok lays sprawled over you, hair red like the devil, smiling like one too. He leans down to kiss you, and a thousand cameras flash.

You grip his jacket lapels tight, pulling him off you and you both fall off the stage and waist deep into mud.

“Ugh what kind of dream is this?!” Hoseok yells, disgusted.

Oh it’s one you’re very familiar with. A dream you had when you were young and terrified of the dangers of quicksand, convinced you would some day take a wrong step without looking and end up here. You push Hoseok down deeper into the sinking earth, struggling to move yourself. He yells, the mud turns to tar, the jungle around you turns to buzzing machinery and metal scaffolding as you sink deeper into the blackness. Hoseok was gone under, somewhere still around you, as evidenced by the adapting landscape you were not controlling.

The sparking electronical wiring shifts into vines and you’re neck deep in mud again. Then it turns into yellow sand, caving into itself like the sands of an hourglass. You feel a grip around your ankles, and then you too, slip under.

You fall on soft sand, glass all around you. Thick and soundproof, caging you in a glass prison.

You knock your fist and the hourglass echoes your pleas of freedom.

Hoseok walks over to you, speaking muffled.

“I can’t hear you, you asshole!” You try not to panic in the closed confined space, the hourglass only big enough to hold your crouching figure. You try not to think about the small specs of sand slowly falling into your area from above.

This is your dream, so why can’t you get out of it?! Think, use your imagination! You feel like you’re on the brink of a panic attack as sand begins to cover your legs.

So you start digging deeper, kicking up sand. Until the tips of your fingers hit something hard and metallic. You pull out a key.

There’s no key hole here, no lock, nothing, just sand and tempered glass and Hoseok watching you with a look of satisfaction on his face. So you dig again, and it’s Hoseok who bangs on your prison, rattling glass, his screaming unheard by you.

And then you pull out a box. Just one small gold and red box, ancient symbols carved into its top.

What is this? Could this save you? Before your key meets the lock your glass prison rattles and expands. You cough as sand cascades around you, no longer confined. You weren’t trapped in the hourglass anymore. The hourglass had expanded into a vast desert. 

“Stop!”

“Me?! You stop!”

“You’re dreaming recklessly. You’re going to hurt yourself!” he says, reaching for the tiny box. However, you kick up sand, running away, putting the key into the box and turning it.

“No!”

“I alter dreams, that, that is messing with your mind,” Hoseok warns, looking at the unlocked box anxiously.

You look down at the open box. A Pandora's box. What ever was inside is gone now. You reach inside the empty box anyways.

A small tea candle is in the center of your palm.

“What’s this?” Hoseok asks, dressed in black.

“A funeral,” you swallow, “my grandmother, on my mom’s side. She died when I was just a child, I was too young to even understand what that meant. I didn’t understand why my mom wouldn’t stop crying. I just knew what ever it was I didn’t want it to happen to my mother.”

You felt sick, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t know this. You don’t remember this. You felt small and little and so unprepared for the grief surrounding you.

“Stay calm,” Hoseok takes your hand in his, steering you away from the mourning crowd. Past headstones, past grave plots. Some were your ancestors, you recognized your mother’s maiden name.

And then you recognize one particular name, stopping, frozen. Your mother was alive, you knew it, and yet devastation still crept into your bones at the sight of the headstone in front of you. It was fear and sadness like you’ve never felt before, such a horribly cold and isolating feeling.

Hoseok grabs you by the shoulders lifting you up. “Come on!”

The more you walk away, the more you fixate on the funeral, the crying, the death all around you. Hoseok pulls you along, stepping over roses littering the ground until there were so many broken flowers he had no choice but to crush the petals. “You need to get yourself together...y/n!” Hoseok was excellent at navigating the worst of nightmares. Fortunately, as long as he got you somewhere safe, it should be okay, he will be able to take control again.

Roses started falling from the sky, their thorns cutting you and Hoseok, their scent become putrid. Now you remember, when you were young and hated that scent. The sickly floral scent of the candles your mother would light every night in remembrance for your grandmother, crying over the small alter.

“Y/n! Hey!” Hoseok shook you, trying to move you, lifting you up into his arms instead, cut roses reaching to his knees, the sharp thorns digging into his calves with step. “Tell me about your first day of school.”

“What?”

“Come on, just tell me,” Hoseok grunts.

“I cried.” 

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to leave my mom.”

“But eventually, you stopped, right?”

“Yeah, my teacher, she uhh,” What did she do? “She showed me her bookcase, let me look at a picture book.”

“What book?”

“I-I don’t remember. I think...it was...a book called, When You Give a Mouse A Cookie.”

That, Hoseok could work with. Hundreds of tiny gray little mice started running past the pair of you, collecting the roses in their tiny mouths, making it easier for Hoseok.

“What else do you remember?” he asked, walking with you in his arms.

“There was a bubble.”

“A what now?”

“A-A big plastic bubble in her classroom. We could go inside and read inside of it.”

“Oh, I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

“It w-was my favorite thing to do.” You think back to all the times you played, all the silly make believe games you played in her classroom. 

“Okay! I have a plan.” You look at Hoseok, and he smiles confidently back at you, crouching down, a cute gray mouse scurries up your leg and into your lap, dropping a cookie in your hand. It’s such an odd sight. An old fable, a forgotten story, a part of your childhood, sitting wide-eyed, nose twitching and whiskers bobbing. He scurries away, and then Hoseok sets his plan into action, lifting you up quickly, and jumping, throwing you up.

‘Shit, what do I do now?!’ You keep your hands up, afraid to touch anything. Trying not to think about how your body is being held up inside a bubble.

“It was a plastic bubble,” you hiss.

“Well in this dream it’s a real bubble.” Hoseok smirks, next to you in his own bubble. The bubbles touch and conjoin, forming one big floating bubble with you and Hoseok inside.

“Give me the key.”

“I’m not giving you my key! I don’t trust you!”

“I just saved us!”

“You’re the reason why I’m in this mess to begin with!” How long have you been asleep now? You need to escape! Your finger presses into the bubble wall and it pops. And you and Hoseok, with nowhere else to go, fall.

Your stomach lurches into your throat and you can’t even scream, descending faster than you can reason towards the ground.

Hoseok grabs your waist, securing you to him. He didn’t have time to think of the intricacies of a parachute, instead he-

-opens an umbrella.

Hoseok groans, back hitting marble floor. 

You’re not dead. You’re alive. Well, you’re asleep technically. But you’re alive. Hoseok took the worst of your fall, situated underneath you. You roll away, your gown cascading around you.

You’re wearing a shimmering pastel gown, long gloves reaching over your elbows, an small gold crown tangled in your hair.

You’re in another dream. 

This one, you’ve had before. And Hoseok, right now, was playing the part of your guard. You remember any minute now, the king’s guard will catch the two of you.

“Get up!” You yank Hoseok to his feet, running down palace steps.

There’s faint yelling to stop coming from within the palace, but you and Hoseok are already far away, hidden behind tall garden hedges.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” but he rolls his shoulder and delicately massages his arms.

“Here,” you pull off an apricot from one of the garden trees, handing it to Hoseok. “It has healing properties.”

“Does it now?” he raises an eyebrow, biting into the juicy fruit.

“Yes, my dream, my rules, remember? Follow me!”

You run through the garden maze. If you make it to the center, you have to wake up. You never make it to the center, something always happens to stop your conquest, but this time, you have Hoseok, and this time, you’re going to conquer it.

“There’s going to be a lion past this bush.”

“King of the jungle? Good thing you’re a queen then.” Hoseok touches the crown atop your head, delicately removing the golden jewelry. “Here you go, lion tamer.” he says, handing you a golden bow.

“No, not like this. I don’t want to hurt him, it’s not his fault he is trapped here.” You give it back to him.

“Hmm, okay.” After some thought Hoseok gives you back a large golden collar. “I will distract him,” he winks running out of sight.

The lion roars and you run too. jumping on its back. Fitting the collar around his large mane, transforming him into a tiny tabby.

And you and Hoseok run, exhilarated with a victory under your belts.

“What’s next?”

“From what I remember,” you try to think, “an eagle.” The eagle was easy to figure out, like you it yearned for freedom, to stretch its wings towards the sky. So Hoseok gave him more room, cutting down shrubbery, yanking on vines instead of trying to pass. You made it even easier for the eagle to choose flight over fight, turning the perch it sat upon into a winding stalk to the heavens with a look. The eagle circled the sky high above happily and you and Hoseok were able to move deeper through the maze.

“Watch out!” You scream, but it was too late, vines wrapped around Hoseok, pulling him into the maze’s grassy walls. And you too were captured, the thick vines winding around your legs, your arms, and your torso, making their way around your neck. You could barely see Hoseok through the leaves and branches.

Your old coworker is in this part of the maze. The cocky arrogant jerk who became nothing but a statue where doves would pee on in your dreams. But he was different, the stone cracking and revealing skin, a person, moving and coming closer to you.

“Hey, Tae,” you gasp, “Would you mind?”

You struggle to move your limbs, hearing the dream walker grunt as he tries to free himself as well.

“I would, actually,” he smiles. “You think you’re going to conquer this maze on my watch?”

“You never were a team player.”

“You assigned me this role, didn’t you?” The vines dig into your skin, around your wrists, the vines twist across your body, cutting into the delicate fabric of your dress. “To keep you…distracted, so you’ll never escape.” He presses himself closer to you. You try to free an arm, only able to move your wrist back and forth. Taehyung interlaces your fingers, letting his nose run down the column of your neck while you struggle.

You hear twigs snapping, Hoseok yelling loudly. Up close, you notice Taehyung’s bright left eye, a completely different shade than his warm brown right eye. His right eye was the same shade as the real version of him, but more dazzling, with tiny flecks of gold and green. But his left eye, it was light blue like the sky.

And suddenly you realized where Taehyung came from, where his pedestal must have been placed…at the center of the maze.

You could only move the tiniest bit forward, barely the length of a marble, tilting your head forward. But it was just enough, just enough to meet Taehyung’s cracked stone lips.

You felt your body being pulled into the hedge, tighter and tighter, the day light dimming around you and you panic, kissing him deeper. The statue mirrors your movements, reaching his stony arms inside the hedge to caress your body.

Its working, whatever you’re doing, your arms are free enough to tangle themselves in Taehyung’s ashy grey hair, using his body to pull yourself free.

Taehyung is ripped away from you. Hoseok is covered in twigs, fire in his eyes, tsking.

“His left eye!” you yell, falling back into vines.

Hoseok pulls the large sword sheathed behind his back, “Don’t do this,” Taehyung pleads, “There is another way out, just give me her and I’ll show you.”

Hoseok places the sword over his shoulder, looking down at his guard armor. “No can do, I would be a shit guard if I just handed her over to you without even a fight?” he smirks.

Taehyung bares his perfect teeth in anger, yelling and running towards the dream walker. Hoseok’s sword strikes his stomach, clanging against his stone torso. Taehyung and Hoseok fight as you attempt to free yourself. You thought of fire, hoping to burn the branches away, but the magical vines were not affected, only absorbing the flames, glowing red. So you thought of fireflies, providing you with a trail of light, glowing around the branches like lights on a christmas tree, and then you thought of cold, and the vines around you dried and shriveled, making them easier to tear apart.

“Hoseok!”

An armored glove reaches through the tangled vines, pulling you completely free.

“My...my beautiful face!” Taehyung shrieks, covering his cracked and bloodied eye.

Hoseok holds a small blue marble, throwing it up and catching it again. Hoseok holds it in front of you, as you both peer into the tiny blue orb.

If you look closely enough, you can see swirling with clouds and sky, beautiful shades of blue and lavender, a serene sight that appears all around you and the dream walker.

Your sail boat floats on a purple river. The mast needs turning, you grip the ropes in your hands, pulling the sail sharply, the winds strong enough to lift you in the air as you hold on tight to the ropes.

You fall next to the lounging dream walker, and he breaks out into laughter.

You stare off into the distance, watching the lavender clouds move through the sky.

“We’ve lived so many different lives together…” you sigh, “It’s odd, sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself when I wake up.”

Kittens with wings catch jumping fish in their mouths. You giggle. “How do you do it!”

“What?”

You lie down, staring up at the sky. “...live a normal life after experiencing this.”

Hoseok looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, laughing at your face full of wonder at everything around you. “It’s just a dream.” It was nice knowing, though, that Hoseok could retreat to places like this whenever he wanted.

You sigh, pleased for the calmness. You’ve been experiencing such a whirlwind of emotions it was just nice to soak in the tranquility.

“Dreams are powerful, though,” you tell the dream walker. “Dreams can motivate a person to travel the world, take that chance in life. Don’t you think? You just need to have the right one.” 

“Come on.” He holds out his hand for you and you both jump into the sea.

You swim in a water park, a crowd of families and couples playing all around the pair of you. You and Hoseok jump out of the water as he leads you through the park. He opens the door to the bathroom, waiting expectantly. You know he is planning to take you somewhere else. You pull off your pool floaties, noticing how small your hands are for the first time. The dream walker stands half his height, a young boy staring expectantly back at you smiles. That smile is Hoseok’s, you know it is.

When you pass through the door, you're back to your adult selves, however the room you enter looks like it was made for a child.

“Where is this?”

“Ahh my old room, not this one,” he opens another door. You catch the colorful sight of drawings and toys, model airplanes lying unfinished, buildings blocks mapping out tiny cities, before walking into another door.

“This is my room.” You look around, it is clean and neat, so monochromatic. Where’s the color? Everything is lined up meticulously, there is no clutter, the surfaces perfectly clean and bare.

“A bit of a control freak, yeah?” you jab, “I want to make a mess.”

Hoseok laughs, “I could take you on that desk if you really wanted to make a mess.”

You scoff. “You like music,” you look over his records, neatly aligned and displayed on shelving. “Is this your family?” Hoseok nods.

You do notice one colorful thing, starkly sticking out on one of his shelves. “What’s this?” You touch a box of beads.

“It’s something to do, it is relaxing.”

“Make me one?”

An easy request to dream up. He pulls a bracelet out of his pocket, beads an array of pinks and purples and yellows, a sun charm and a sunflower charm. Both yellow, both very different, without the sun the sunflower would not bloom. In Hoseok’s mind, you were the sun.

“It’s pretty,” you exclaim, “Will you make me one in real life too?”

Hoseok did not know how to answer that question, awkwardly moving across his room. “Do you like working at the sleep clinic? It must be a perfect job for you, you always have a dream to enter.”

“I don’t, actually. I’ve never entered any of the patient’s dreams.” Hoseok rests on the top of his made bed. “Well actually, I did once, the first year I started.” You wait to hear his story, lying next to him. The bed changes into a small boat, the mattress still inside. This place must be a favorite of his, you think, staring up at the sunny sky.

“It was a child, her parents brought her in, she was having trouble sleeping. I was curious. The way she described her dreams, I thought she might have been spooked by a monster from a scary movie, easy to fix.”

“And it wasn’t?” as a woman, you know the answer already. You wished it wasn’t so common, so frequent, so obvious.

“The monster, it was her stepfather.” The sky darkens, large angry clouds filling with water.

You reach over Hoseok’s shoulder, and pull your hand back, revealing an umbrella, opening it up before showers rain down.

“Dreams don’t change anything, even if I destroyed that monster a hundred different ways, he would have still continued hurting her in real life.”

You hum. “So what did you do?”

“We made a place she can go to and no one else, somewhere safe inside her mind,” he says, “I let Jimin know I noticed some marks on her legs, advised him to check in with the mother about it. That’s about all I could do in the real world.”

“Can I show you something?” you ask and Hoseok nods.

You lower the umbrella, until the umbrella fan covered your faces and let it fall into the sand. You and Hoseok sit on a towel on the beach. “That’s me,” you point at a chubby baby playing in the sand. “It’s one of the first memories I have. I thought I just made it all up, but then I was looking through some old photos at my mother’s house and I saw myself in that same bathing suit and hat,” you laughed. “It could still be just a dream I guess, but I don’t know, I feel it,” you put your hand over your chest.

Your father put you on his shoulders and gave you a cracker to feed the seagulls, laughing. It was one of the few happy memories you had of your father, before your mother left him. The wind picked up and off flew your hat on both your heads, Hoseok puts his arm around you, grabs the end of your sundress to keep it close to your legs, ushering you away from the old memory before you start to feel sad.

The pair of you walk to an ice cream vendor, Hoseok makes you duck down. Upright again, the ice cream vendor turns into a sweet bread vendor and your beach clothes transform to school uniforms. Hoseok pays for a piece of sweet bread for you and him, running to school before it the bell rings. But this wasn’t your school.

You were at Hoseok’s school.

“You must have been a troublemaker.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, my father was a teacher,” Hoseok laughs and pulls you into an empty classroom.

Towards the window, you watch school kids play. “I would sit on that bench a lot, work on homework before class.”

“Were you errr ‘dream walking’ then?” Hoseok nods. “I used to walk around in the dreams of my sleeping classmates,” he laughs. “Ahh most of their dreams involved lots of class presentations, it was easy to learn how to change things without anyone noticing I wasn’t supposed to be in there. One time I turned everyone into a goat. I think he did his presentation better that way,” Hoseok laughs.

You giggle and point to the adjacent door. “What do you think?” You open the door...

“The arcade!” Hoseok exclaims, recognizing his old hangout spot. “Oh! I have to show you this place, we would go every weekend,” he says excitedly, ushering you to his favorite fighter game.

Without even knowing it, the dream walker was showing you parts of him he had long since forgotten. Unwittingly so, he was reliving his past, but they weren’t exactly memories either. Hoseok did not think twice about it, too busy trying to make you smile, hear your laughter. It was the start of a dream that was not entirely yours. The dreamworld holds a very small detail that was all his, it held his hopes, his dreams. A box with a lock you, who spent so much time with the dream walker, intrinsically knew how to open.

You watch Hoseok play and cheer him on. After another K.O. you get his attention. “You know what? I think it needs an upgrade.” You smile and grab Hoseok’s collar and push him against the game machine, and your clothes change as the rest of the arcade games disappear.

You stand center match in a large brick colosseum. Just you and Hoseok. He looks around at yellow colosseum brick and the bright sun, reminiscent of his old favorite game. And then at you, in your risqué fighter’s outfit.

“You’re going to wear that and expect me to concentrate?” Hoseok tightens the belt around his fighter outfit. He looks fit, lean and defined chest showing. He slides his leg across the dirt and gets in fighting stance, smirking.

You bite your lip. “Best out of three, right?” Large neon numbers in the bright sky light up, indicating your health bar. 

“Let’s make a deal, Hoseok!” You do a back handstand, and resume your fighting stance. “If I win, I want to fly,” you say, holding out your arms to the sky, “You better show me!” you yell, forgetting what you had been fighting for all this time.

---

“Err hello, is y/n ready now?” Namjoon calls out from the receptionist desk, noticing the friendly sleep specialist walking past.

“Sorry?” Jimin says, confused, “We released her this morning.”

“But she called me, she said you were doing more tests?” he asks, impatience growing to worry. 

“Jungkook, when did Miss y/n leave, do you remember?”

“She um never came through here,” Jungkook looks around, wide-eyed, “I haven’t seen her, Sir.”

The three men stand awkwardly, ‘Here, let me call my assistant-”

“Mr. Park! Come quick! Oh no!”

Jimin runs towards the commotion with Namjoon deciding to follow quickly behind. The men peer through the open door, looking towards the ground at the confusing scene.

You and Hoseok’s bodies were lying on the floor, you curled into his side, his arm around you, as if you were both deep in sleep, with blood pooling at your heads.

---

You know, I told myself, at least once I’m gonna write a story with tentacles, just one time, just to try it out and see what it’s all about :D never again lol :’D well YOU tell me what you think! The ending is a little long right? I wanted to make it feel like the ending scene went on forever, you're stuck besties :’). Did you like it though? How did you like the story, sans tentacles, I wanna know your favorite dream!

Bonus: Dream Analysis & Alternate Ending | Spring Fling Masterlist

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I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 8

Okay, so we have Rae giving the political exposition. The game is called Revolution for a reason so of course there’s a lot of actual politics.

Oops, Rae, you almost broke character there. It’s tricky to discuss such things without it leading to a fight or alienation.

Wait, is that Lily? Yes! I was hoping they’d show her early since we’re not got to that particular arc this season. Even if it’s just a brief appearance, I’ll take it!

His wounds have to be pretty bad if this is what he’s like after receiving healing magic.

Can’t blame him for being cynical of the knights after a noble attacked him.

Look, Matt’s an idiot. We know that since he tries to talk to people while they’re working or on a date. So I can imagine him saying something stupidly provocative out loud when tensions are high, but Dede shouldn’t have butted in in the first place without Yu’s permission. And it certainly wasn’t his place to defend someone else’s “honour” when they weren’t even there to speak for themselves. Dede should never have talked to Matt, and he definitely shouldn’t have pulled out his wand.

I’m on Yu’s side. The Princes, all Royals really, should be more mindful of the voices of the people, otherwise they can’t effectively govern for them.

Ugh, I’m with Rae. The commoners have the most reason to be upset and Rae is expected to talk to them about the grievances while maintaining neutrality as a Knight. Those aren’t going to be fun conversations.

The Bauers are just like “Do it, Claire, we need her for this.”

That sentence is bullshit. Even if it was an accident, Dede still drew his wand on another student, and they were severely injured because of it. If he’d only just threatened him with the wand and no one was hurt, a week on house arrest might still be going easy on him.

On one side, there are the nobles who think they are entitled to step on the commoners all they want and be above the law. On the other, the commoners are sick of the mistreatment and unequal application of the law. And in the middle, the Church seemingly playing to both sides to look after its own interests.

The less I say about Yu’s mother, Queen Riche, the better.

Look at Claire, taking care of Ralaire and putting her in her pocket.

Uh-oh, Rae’s using her serious voice.

While everyone else was scratching their heads, Rae knew exactly what this sequence of events meant and what they’d eventually lead up to. But before she can deal with the plot, she wanted Claire out of harm’s way. After all, making sure Claire gets her happy ending is Rae’s ultimate goal, and she would rather her out of harm’s way as much as possible.

Now is our favourite masked weirdo’s time to shine.

“I don’t have proof, but I know everything.” It’s surprising how effective it is when Rae demonstrates knowledge that she logically shouldn’t be able to obtain, like Lambert’s true motive.

If you go back to that last conversation they had, there was more being communicated between Rae and Lene than what was said. Rae was begging Lene to stay with Claire and not try to save Lambert. I guess her sisterly like love for Claire was no match for what she and Lambert share.

And the hero of the day is Ralaire.

It was fun seeing people speculate what role the Masked Stranger had in the plot, but the truth is he wasn’t in the game Rae played at all. She doesn’t know everything after all. This was inevitable, a game has only so much content, so many characters and respective roles, but this is a whole world. There’s more here than Rae could possibly know about.

Ugh, time magic. That’s got to be cheating.

She’s just been betrayed by her oldest, dearest friend, but Claire still wants to help Lene.

Okay, that water bubble, the princess carry, the landing, that was pretty cool.

Yes, yes, we know, Claire. Rae’s magic is ludicrously OP, and even now she can’t resist a chance to flirt.

That said, Rae has her limits. She doesn’t have Rod’s insane magical reserves and I know that spell was one of her most powerful, and draining.

The problem with Chimera is that they have three attributes. Fire for the head, earth for the body, and water for the tail. We even see it use its tail to block Claire’s fire earlier. And each body part is naturally resistant to its respective element, which also happen to be the three elements Rae and Claire possess between the two of them. What I’m saying they’re at a considerable disadvantage.

I knew we were dangerously close to running out of time this episode. Guess we’ll have to see the epic conclusion of this fight next episode.

Just to be clear, this Chimera is more of a mid-game boss. There’s plenty of story after this, though we’re only going to get one more arc before the season is over. In fact, by the end of next episode, the mystery girl in the OP everyone’s wondering about should finally make her appearance.

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"That Really Happened?!" DC Comics Tournament Entry #36

Baseball Game to Save Two Worlds

[ID: Comic title page for Young Justice titled "Baseball Field: Myrg or There's a Saga Born Every Minute". The Young Justice team stands near a baseball diamond in uniform while large cyborgs also stand at attention. Arrowette says, "Of all things to dream, it had to be that I'm in a sequel to that lousy movie with what's-his-name, the basketball player, and those cartoon guys." /END ID]

What Happened?

The story starts off with the Young Justice Team (1998 version, not the show) finding out their friend Doiby really misses his wife(?) Who is on his home planet. The tram decides they are going on a road trip through space in Bart's space ship that he won from the Prince Ali Ben Styne (this is a whole different adventure) to go meet her and help them reunite. Only to find out when they get there Doiby is a wanted criminal and they almost get shot out of the sky but before they can, Lobo (yes the Actual Lobo The Space Biker he was a part of their team at that time) blows up the space cop car before they can get shot. There are more cops who escort them to City Hall and the only reason Lobo doesn't blow them up is because Tim Drake puts his foot down and Tim Drake is one of the few beings in the universe that Lobo actually Listens To. Anyways, turns out the planet was invaded and taken over by an asshole named Prince Marieb and forced Doiby on the run so he could marry his wife. Halfway through kicking the Prince out, a new set of aliens shows up called The Slag, Masters Of THE GAME. Which turns out to be BASEBALL. The crew has to play them for the fate of Doiby's planet and if they loose the whole planet gets blown up. Also, the Slag decide, "eh, fuck it. This game is for Earth too kids because clearly if you're good enough to represent this planet you can represent your own too at the same time." And now Earth is on the fucking line. Over Baseball. Their baseball game lasts for three full chapters and is honestly quite exciting, even if the team is implied to have won via cheating. Also the Prince Asshole is implied to be in jail and Doiby gets back with his wife who is actually Queen Of The Planet. Oh and they don't even get to go home after all that, no the Super Cycle opened a boom tube the team got sucked into that lead them to New Genesis where they got to meet The new gods and Lobo got into a really intense wrestling match with Big Bear, followed by The Super Cycle falling in love with New Genesis's Super Cycle. Also Suzie, aka Secret became friends with The Real Actual Darkseid while they were there. But technically, that's a whole different story ; )

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This Christmas | K.M.

Summary: You come back to New Orleans and come face-to-face with a vampire that broke your heart.

Author's Note: I feel bad always writing angst for him. 😭

"I have to end this, Davina. I am going to tell her everything," Kol informed the crying witch in her apartment hallway. It was the day after Christmas. He made up every excuse to be with Davina the day before. Now the guilt was racking his brain. The woman he wanted was home waiting for him. He wasn't sure how he allowed himself to get in this mess.

"Please, don't leave me. I love you," she begged with her sobs echoing down the hallway. The witch was still so young. She probably didn't know what love is. They had more of a physical affair than anything. Kol couldn't tell her he didn't love her. He only enjoyed the freedom that came with her.

"Yeah, Kol, she seems quite lovely," you spoke solemnly in front of the elevator. Rebekah finally admitted Kol's whereabouts. You couldn't believe he was cheating on you. All these years were wasted. A part of you wondered if there were more women out there.

Tears were forcibly blinked back to keep from crying. You knew you looked like a mess. The girl you were told not to worry about looked between you two. "I think you should stay with her, Kol. You already spent Christmas together,"

"Y/N," he started and reached out for you. Tears were pooling in his eyes. You took several steps back and pressed a button to call the elevator to the floor. The very hands that once comforted you now seemed like they would hurt you. He frowned at your alienation of his touch.

"Enjoy him, little girl. He will do the same to you," you announced and walked inside the elevator. You took a shaky breath and leaned against the railing on the elevator. You weren't sure what to do next so you followed your mind.

You left New Orleans and vowed to never return. No man was worth all the pain. Kol tried to reach out to you. He constantly called and texted until you changed your number. Blocking the persistent man wasn't going to do anything. He would have just used his sibling's phones.

You learned the true meaning behind never say never when you had to come back almost a year later. Your younger brother was lost in New Orleans. He was probably out partying every night and sleeping during the day. Now you were walking the familiar streets in the city that nearly destroyed you.

The Mikaelson siblings knew you were here. A couple of times you saw Kol's brothers out of the corner of your eye. Kol was out there somewhere. You were sure of it.

"Where is a witch with a good locator spell when you need one?" You sighed and leaned against a brick wall. All the bars insisted that they never saw your brother although several bargoers swore they did. You missed him by around ten minutes. He left with two male brunettes and a dirty blonde.

"Need any help?" Kol asked. You looked to see him come out of the shadows. He had a solemn look on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"I would rather ask a vampire hunter for help than you," you answered. Your eyes narrowed in deep thought. "This is New Orleans. I might have already asked a vampire hunter,"

"Can we atleast talk about us?" He asked. You laughed to yourself.

"There is no us. As you can see I'm busy. When I find my brother-"

"You will leave from here in the morning," he finished with his own narrative. "And I'll never see you again,"

"Yeah that was the plan the first time. Never say never I guess," you shrugged.

"Oh? She didn't wait around for you to cheat on her too? Maybe she is smarter than she looks," you replied. The girl was smart enough to leave him. The first hardships that came with a relationship and she left. She would have never been able to endure all the hardships you endured to stay with Kol.

"She and I broke up, you know. She realized I was still in love with you,"

You would be lying if you said those words didn't mean something to you. Kol had been the love of your life for decades. He was all you knew at this point. You shook your head. Too little too late. They would have had more meaning if this was before he cheated.

"I'm sorry," he apologized for the first time.

"You can save it. I don't need anything from you, Kol Mikaelson," you promised and started to walk away from him. "Please excuse me while I find my brother,"

"Your brother isn't lost. He's been staying with us. I begged him to come here because I knew you would turn up to look for him,"

You stopped in your tracks. Your emotions fought on which should come out. Anger for all the time you spent worrying about him, relief because at least he wasn't dead, or betrayed that he ignored your valid feelings to side with your ex. Your brother must have picked up the family betrayal from the Mikaelsons because he would never.

"What?" You asked and stared at him.

"I didn't know how to talk to you. You changed your number. I want us to start over, Y/N, from scratch," he begged. "Just please let us talk it out,"

"You honestly expect me to just want to run into your arms and everything will be okay? You cheated on me, Kol. The time to talk is over. We will always be over," you informed him.

"Y/N, I still love you,"

"Last Christmas you left me alone while you had your fun. This Christmas I'm going to have fun and you can lay awake at night wondering where I am. Merry Christmas, Kol,"

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