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lovetorn · 2 years

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weekend getaway [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

it's been a little bit over a year since i posted the first roommate!dream, and a few months since i posted the last one. so, in honour of the best series on my blog, i present to you, the last instalment of the roommate!dream universe.

w/c: 1.7k (i think)

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A weekend away was exactly what your friend groups were in desperate need of. It was spring break and instead of joining your peers on tropical islands and weekends down on the coast, you decided to embrace the icy chill that still lingered in the air and book an Airbnb in the forest a few hours away from campus. Some were displeased with the mention of a jacket instead of a swimsuit but agreed to go nonetheless. The car ride up went smoothly and soon, you, Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were pulling up to a two-storey cabin.

“A cabin in the woods, ooooo~,” Quackity had joked when Dream parked the van you had hired for this trip specifically. The sun above was doing nothing to warm you, and the chilly breeze caused you to pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. The group was eager to get inside and soon piled in with suitcases and shopping bags full of food.

Dream took your bag, along with his, upstairs to snag the room he thought was best. The other boys argued with Dream as he did so, but were soon rendered speechless when he mentioned something about ‘the most sturdy bed’. You weren’t listening.

After settling in, Sapnap brought up the idea of a campfire as the sun started setting. And after a long day of roadtripping, everyone agreed.

The warmth from the fire was nowhere near as hot as Dream’s hand that rested on your thigh. He was laughing along with Sapnap about some snide comment George had made with a near-empty beer bottle in his other hand. You were occupied with your second can of some alcohol that Karl had pulled from his cooler and was already feeling the buzz in your stomach. Being the first night of a college getaway, it was a piss-up, and you felt like the only one who was being responsible with your alcohol consumption.

Before you got up to go charge your phone, you felt Dream nudge your side, his eyes wide with evident intoxication and an adorable grin on his cheeks. You tilted your head and went to answer him before you felt Dream slip his beanie onto your head.

“Can’t have you getting cold,” He mumbled. Your cheeks warmed when you felt Dream’s hand on your wrist as he moved it into his wavy locks. You giggled, watching as he sunk his head into your lap, his eyes closed in contentment while holding his bottle high above his body to avoid spilling it over you. You admired how child-like he looked; so innocent and naive—a complete contrast to his everyday exterior. His eyes fluttered slightly as he sighed, snuggling his head further into your lap before your moment was rudely interrupted.

“Dream,” Sapnap called from the opposite side of the fire pit. Dream lifted his head quickly, your hand falling out of his hair in the process. “Want to play some football?” He asked and Dream’s eyes lit up, looking towards you for some unspoken approval.

Considering his drunken state, as well as yours, the idea of your boyfriend playing football was the greatest idea of the night. You nodded, a cheeky grin playing on your lips as he shot up from your lap, stumbling slightly when he was on his feet. You only laughed as you fixed the beanie on your head and followed the boys to the open area behind the fire pit. The floodlights from the roof of the cabin lit up the grassy patch and you found a spot on the ground.

Chatter suddenly filled the air as Karl, Quackity and Wilbur stepped out of the sliding door, their concoctions of what you guessed were rum and coke sloshing out of their glasses. You turned around to wave at them.

“Y/n!” Karl screamed as he and Wilbur sat themselves down next to you, Quackity jogging out onto the grass to join in on the game. You turned your attention towards your boyfriend whose laughter could be heard for miles as he stumbled around the oval, his friends following suit as they clumsily threw the football around.

Said ball came barrelling at Dream, and without a second thought, he caught it and drop-kicked it. Dream over-dramatically shielded his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see where the ball had gotten to.

“Well boys, s’gone,” He laughed, his words slurring together slightly.

The boys groaned collectively. “Dream! What the fuck,” Quackity yelled throwing his hands up. Dream only giggled and took a swig of his beer, clearly unbothered by the disappearance of the ball. The boys shook their heads, taking their beer bottles with them as they went towards the trees to find the ball.

“Baby! Come here, I wanna show you something,” Dream yelled to you, his words slightly slurred and his cheeks blushed. The use of the pet name made your stomach flip. It had only been a few months since you went from roommates to more, and the thought of having Dream as your boyfriend was otherworldly after pining for a year.

Your warm drink sloshed out of the can as you stood before you placed it in the grass carefully, making sure it didn’t tip over in the process. Dream grinned as you made your way towards him, copying your actions by placing his drink in the grass behind him.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” You asked as you stood in front of him. Dream gave you a boyish laugh and pointed at the tree behind him.

“The ball’s in there—they’re gonna be looking for a long time,” Your jaw dropped in fake shock as you grabbed his hands and swung them around. “I think I’ll leave them searching for a little longer on their own.” Dream’s eyes swam with mischief and moved his hands to your hips.

“Get a room!” George yelled from the trees when Dream leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, the two of you ignoring his comment.

“Babe,” You said, pulling away from his grip. Dream looked close to devastated as you stood in front of him and you giggled harder at his expression.

Dream slapped his hand over his mouth as he struggled to keep his laughter in. “You’re wasted.”

“No, I’m fine! Look, I can walk in a straight line,” Your clear thoughts were slightly fuzzy, but you shook your head and held your finger up. You placed your left foot in front of your right one, and so on, successfully completing your word. Even in his dazed state, your boyfriend was surprised, his eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly.

“Wow! You did so well,” He rushed towards you to throw his arms around your head. Dream was sweaty but neither of you cared, finding the moment intoxicatingly sweet instead. You both giggled together, your arms around his torso and head against his hard chest.

“I can do it too,” Dream whispered in your ear, his lips causing shivers down your spine as they brushed against you. He pulled away abruptly, moving to show you he could, in fact, also walk in a straight line. You stood laughing at him as he stumbled around failing miserably, his hair falling in his eyes.

“I’m so bad!” Dream’s chuckle turned to a wheeze as he hunched over, hands on his knees. You nodded in agreement.

Unknown to the two of you, the rest of your friend group stared at two of you in drunken disbelief, clearly entertained by the two of you.

Sapnap had turned to Quackity, “I want what they’re having,” who nodded in response. The two, along with George, stood in the middle of the oval as they observed the random interaction between their friends.

“Oi! Stop that you two,” George yelled as your mouth met Dream’s in a rushed kiss. Wilbur and Karl gagged from their spots on the grass as they finally finished off their drinks, alcohol dripping from their chins. Dream threw his middle finger up as you pulled away. Your foreheads were sticky against one another, but you wouldn't've had it any other way.

Who would’ve thought that two roommates could have turned a college apartment from something so trivial to something domestic and monumental?

“I’m so glad I picked your name off the list and not George’s,” Dream confessed, covering his mouth afterwards like a child who told you something they weren’t supposed to. “He bribed me to, but I wanted you.”

“You didn’t even know who I was when you picked my name,” You peered over his shoulder at the boys who were sprinting towards you with the ball, cheering and yelling at Dream to join them again.

“I know, but I knew there was something about you, and I had to know who you were.”

“That’s a lot of ‘know’s’.”

“I know,” He laughs.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two! Dream get back to your game and stop stealing Y/n off us!” Wilbur yelled.

Dream sighed dramatically and let your hands go. “Go! Others demand your presence, your highness.”

You rolled your eyes before you leaned up to press a smooch to his cheek. “I love you.”

Dream’s eyes widened and his face dropped. You feared you had overstepped, already conjuring up an excuse about how drunk you were when Dream rushed forwards.

He scooped you up in his arms, his lips next to your ear. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time.”

You giggle in relief and pull your head backwards so you were nose to nose with him.

“I love you, too, okay? And I will spend the rest of my life telling you,” His words strung together and you struggled to decipher them, but you caught every word and hung onto them. Your chest ached with love and devotion and Dream’s hands on your hips were firm. Your skin was on fire and your eyes welled up with tears at the sheer joy you felt when you looked at him.

Tears rolled down Dream's cheeks idly, and you wiped them away softly, lips upturned in a grin as he laughed softly in disbelief.

"You're a dream," He whispered, smirking at the use of his own name.

“You’re a dream, sweet boy,” You giggle at your own joke.

You were so wrapped up in your little world with Dream that you barely missed Quackity’s exaggerated groan. “Hurry the fuck up, man!”

You giggled and kissed him on the mouth, drunk on something much stronger than alcohol. Something that you wished to be drunk on for the rest of your life, especially with the man in front of you.

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as i close this chapter of my blog, i want to say thank you for all the love and every reblog, like, comment, and ask about roommate!dream. it has been a journey, but it's been my favourite one. feedback on this one-shot is appreciated, but don't feel obligated to do so.

i love you guys so so much, and i'm going to miss r!dream and his stupid face as much as you (maybe even a little more). he has a special place in my heart and who knows, maybe i will pick this universe up again, but until then, goodbye my sweet boy <3

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overflowofcrows · 2 months

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I need to make an index for this series

#dream sans #swap sans #cross sans #clueship #my art #comics #blue x cross #cross x swap #roommates au

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dreamzenwrld · 9 months

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wild thoughts | l.jn [mdni!!]

genre: smut. just general filth. roommate!au

word count: 1.8k

warnings & info: afab!reader, sub!jeno, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls use a condom), dumbification if you squint, jeno is blonde, oral (m receiving), reader calls jeno "puppy" a lot, creampie, begging, lmk if i missed anything!

being jeno's roommate was easy enough. he was quiet, always did his share of the chores, and his dumb puppy moments were mostly endearing and oftentimes hilarious.

emphasis on 'mostly.'

one thing that made being jeno's roommate so difficult was how fucking sexy he was. his warm weather wardrobe consisted exclusively of tank tops and muscle tees — sometimes he didn't even bother with a shirt at all. he was so fun to look at; you'd find yourself staring at his biceps while he cooked you both dinner or at the veins in his hands while he defeated you in mariokart. combine his complete lack of self-awareness with general stupidity, and you'd occasionally get that dumbstruck puppy look on his face that was just so cute, but a sliver of the time made you melt into a puddle.

one time, he came out in a pair of shorts (if you wanted to call that glorified denim thong 'shorts') that were obviously yours with the assumption that his own shorts had simply shrunk in the wash. when you explained his ill thought process, he stared at you with this sweet, confused look on his face, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way the muscles in his thighs flexed when he pulled the shorts down from his tiny waist and off of his body to hand you your shorts back. the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, somehow, made it a million times worse.

so, it was anything but a surprise when jeno barged into your bedroom, shirtless with a frying pan in his hand, ready to defend you from whatever monstrosity was inducing such breathy shouts of his name. jeno quickly came to find that the catalyst for such vocalizations was nothing more than your vibrator and you picturing him in your head.

"o-oh," he stammered. "um, i'm sorry. i thought you were calling out because there was a bug or something."

you laid in your bed, thighs opened with your vibrator (now on off mode) sitting between your legs, your dripping cunt on full display for the blushing boy in your doorway.

"were you gonna kill a roach with a frying pan, jen?" you asked.

his face reddened more, if possible, and he timidly put the pan behind his back. "oh, uhm..."

you shift around your bed, opting to position yourself on your knees. "you know, you are so cute when you act all clueless like that."

jeno blinked. "i'm not pretending-"

"i know," you said, shuffling towards the edge of your bed. "but the way you act just makes me want to fucking devour you."

jeno, at this point, felt like the one melting. "you think about me when you- you know?"

"of course," you said slyly while inching further towards him. "don't you think about me?"

jeno's eyes widened and the pan behind his back hit the ground with a thud. he began stammering incoherent sounds, wiping his clammy hands against his gray sweatpants that perfectly displayed his hard-on.

you smile at his shy demeanor. "why don't you show me what you think about, baby?"

jeno inched towards you slowly, barely making full steps. once he was close enough to the edge of your bed, you pulled at the waistband of his sweats until the two of you were face-to-chest, nodding at him to sit down to which he obliged.

as you placed yourself in his lap to straddle him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he struggled to find a place to set his sweaty hands, opting for one on your knee and one gripping the bedsheet. after making yourself comfortable and ruining his sweatpants with your wetness, you stared down at him only to be met with that same god-forsaken dumb puppy look. you grinned, then proceeded to grind down on his hard dick, watching his face shift from the wide-eyed puppy look to one of pleasure — eyes rolled back, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and eyebrows furrowed.

"is this what you think of, puppy?" you ask him in a sing-song voice. "is this what goes through your mind when you're touching that pretty dick of yours?"

the boy whined, nodding in response. "y-yes."

"that's too bad," you said with a soft giggle. "because i think of something much, much worse."

jeno let out his first unfiltered moan as you continued the grinding and dirty talk. his hand had been navigating upwards away from your knee and up your thigh, the other still gripping the stained bedsheet beneath him.

"i wanna know," he moaned out. "i want you to show me what you think about. please."

you halted your movements and jeno responded with a whimper. "you want me to show you what i think about doing to you, puppy?"

he nodded rapidly.

you removed yourself from his lap, taking yourself down to the floor on your knees without breaking eye contact. your next steps were so, blatantly obvious, but he still sat there with that clueless expression on his face, wide-eyed and cute and with all the feigned innocence in the world.

you pulled down his waistband enough to reveal his cock, the pink tip already leaking precum. you brought your mouth to his dick and you were immediately met with the most pornographic moans you'd ever heard in your life. his hand shifted to your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands while the other still remained glued to the sheets.

you dragged your tongue along the length of his veiny cock, inducing shaky, moany breaths out of the boy. you wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and sucked ever so lightly before taking as much of him as you possibly could down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down his dick as tears threatened to fall from jeno's eyes, him already feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

his hips stuttered and his dick hit the back of your throat, which he immediately followed with groans of apologies. you removed your mouth from his dick, eliciting a small whine before you began jerking him off with your hand.

"you about to come, puppy?" you asked teasingly. "or do you just wanna fuck me that bad?"

jeno stared down at you with his wide eyes and red face. he gulped, releasing a breathy sigh, and stuttered a soft "both," before thrusting up once again, this time into your hand.

you removed your hand from his dick and rose up from your knees. you guided jeno towards the head of your bed, pushing his back against the wall and removing his sweatpants and boxers in the process. you straddled him once again, barely gracing your wet pussy over his hard, yearning dick.

"tell me, puppy," you whispered into his ear. "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

jeno let out a loud, drawn out whine before burying his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

"is my puppy embarrassed?" you asked, lacing your fingers in his white-blonde hair. you pulled lightly at his hair to reveal his face to you. "you need to answer me."

there it was. that dumbfounded look, but this time he looked so fucked out, so corrupted, and so god damn beautiful. he up stared at you with his glossy eyes, swallowing his pride, and mumbled out his response.

"i want you to fuck me so badly."

you tsked, pulling harder at his hair. "i can't hear you puppy."

he moaned, responding again with clearer and much more vulgar words. "please, please fuck me. i want you to ride me and call me your pretty little puppy; i want you to make me cry and scream and tell me how much of a good boy i am and i wan—fuck—i wanna cum inside you so bad, please. please fuck m-"

you cut his begging off with a kiss, his words getting lost in your mouth as you shifted to envelope his dick between the walls of your pussy. he moaned loudly into your mouth as you sunk further down his shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottomed out.

“god, you feel so good, puppy,” you groaned out. “you’re so big. you fill me up so well. your dick made just for me, wasn’t it?”

jeno whimpered as he nodded, shifting his hands around until he settled with one gripping your upper thigh and one on your waist under your shirt. you slowly began to move, rising up and sinking down to find the best pace for your and jeno’s pleasure. jeno could barely keep his eyes open, his head writhing around as you fastened your pace exponentially before settling on a speed that had jeno releasing the loudest, raunchiest moans with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back against your headboard.

you bounced mercilessly on his cock, balancing yourself by gripping his shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin. both of his hands had found themselves resting on your ass, occasionally squeezing as you rode him. his dick reached every pleasure-inducing corner within you and filled you so well. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t struggling to stay sane.

you knew once one of his hands traveled from your ass to in between your folds to rub your clit that he was getting close, and now with the pressure against your clit you were edging close to orgasm, too.

“f-fuck, y/n,” jeno stuttered out. “i’m not gonna last much longer.”

you picked up your pace and grinded against his fingers, chasing your own high. “you don’t cum until i say so, puppy.”

jeno whined and began rubbing your clit almost violently, determined to get you off before he came. you felt the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach and your pussy tightening around his dick, signaling you were near orgasm.

“fuck,” you groan out. “need you to cum with me, puppy.”

jeno’s mouth was agape, unable to conjure words, so he responded with a soft nod as you tightened even more around his cock and rode him into oblivion. in seconds you released loud moans as you convulsed around his dick, and jeno ripped out one last groany whine as he released inside you, his cum dripping out of your pussy around his dick.

sticky sweat plagued your bodies as you both caught your breaths. jeno’s once wide-eyed look had been replaced with a drowsy, post-sex glow and his eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake.

“you did so good, puppy,” you said into his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder. “such a good boy for me.”

jeno responded with a hum.

“let’s rest just a second and then we can shower, okay?” you said.

jeno nodded. “that sounds good. oh, and y/n?”

“yes?”

“you have one active ass imagination.”

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jwirecs · 9 months

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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Baseball (& Other Disasters) || @tqmies💕✅

↳ Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met. Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldn’t)

Let You || @waerie💕✅💯💯

↳ jisung would never let anyone ruin his game, so he says to his friends. but the claim deteriorates when you come. (stop this is the cutest jisung fic that i have read in this month. fcking enjoyed this fic so much with all of the cuteness)

Reminiscing || @ihaechans💕✅

↳ Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

April Showers || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ you never liked staying out while it rained, but perhaps you’d be okay with being all soaked if it meant being with him.

Caramel || @nctmiami💕✅

↳ jaehyun can’t wait to get home to you after a boys trip

Exhaustion || @xrenjunniesx💕✅

↳ moving houses is tiring, but it’s easier when you’re with your loved one.

Flustered By You || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

Fucking Up The Sheets || @ah-ga-seven🔞✅

↳ (no summary, but its just jaehyun casually fcking up the sheets.)

Rule Number 1: Don't Fall In Love || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅

↳ your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

How About Now? || @nctsplug02🔞✅

↳ Anon Req: Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

Lowkey || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.

Wicked Games || @cherryeoniis💕✅

↳ And even as your heart breaks, you can’t deny that having him against you feels like your own small piece of heaven.

After You || @ryozaki21🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Na Jaemin had it easy. Loved by everybody, the man of everyone's dream. He's a perfect mix of a charmer and a player. Girls begged to be his, and he loved every part of it. Life used to be so fucking perfect for him. Then comes you. You're like an old book, ink fading, cover tearing, but he swears you're worth the read. Before you, life was easy. After you? He wasn't so sure.

Blue To Orange || @seren1tyhaze🔞✅

↳ your break up leaves you with a plane ticket to Greece on a couples trip with your best friend and her partner. she convinces you to still come on the trip and you meet two strangers who leave you with memories of long nights under a stunning starry sky.

Dog Sitting Gone Wrong || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You were hired by a rich man to babysit his daughter, when you arrive you realise his daughter is a dog and you’re now dog sitting while he is out running errands.

Hotel Paradise || @jaesheart🔞✅💯

↳ you visit an exclusive brothel for the second time to satisfy your needs.

My Little Doll || @haechansdoll🔞✅💯

↳ Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

Sunday Sinner || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

The V Week Spy || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love. (get out, this literally screams the mafia game but sexedition. i love it)

Wanna Ride? || @onyourhyuck🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (if you enjoy reading biker!au's, yall should really read this series. cause sht was wonderful af and spicy)

Strawberry Sunday || @doiesfav💕✅💯

↳ You realized that your daughter would feel awkward with his own dad sometimes so you decided to do a picnic to help them improve their relationship.

Dirty, Little, Traitor || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ Wherein you asked your roommate Mark to help you out with rearranging your room but ends up rearranging you instead.

Ice Cream Thief || @tddyhyck🔞✅

↳ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

Safety Zone || @cherryeoniis💕💔✅💯

↳ Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.

Finding Cinderella || @justalildumpling💕💔✅💯

↳ it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

*i think half of my reblogs for july for nct were all texts, and i am fine with that. so for this, imma rec the ones that had me choking on my spit from cackling.*

Getting Picked Up Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ Anon Req: "hi, can I request where the dreamies are picking u up from school/work? cause everyone at work was picked up by their partners and I’m here waiting for a taxi cab lol y isn’t haechan picking me up smh 🤦‍♀️ thank you so much! I really love your works, and I really look forward to your new posts, they make me happy! ^^" ("you can ride on my handlebars" i cackled a bit too hard that i choked on my spit.)

Pulling Another Member's Photocard || @onyour--ash💕✅

↳ (the title says it all. haechans is fcking too real. my guy i like looking at mark too. but also jaemin having a jeno collection, im ngl he probably does have a folder on his phone dedicated to jeno.)

Fuck The Police || @loudstan🔞✅💯

↳ Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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jiamour · 1 year

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❝ sunny side up!¡ 🖇️🍳

✎ pairing: ex!jaemin x roommate!jeno x reader

✎ genre: fluff, roommates, angst, crack, ex’s2lovers

✎ warnings: i’m sure there’s some but idk rn

✎ a/n: i made another wip i’ll never finish // just posting it so it can sit on my blog

¿ poly au ?

✁ - in which you move into a new apartment only to find out one of your new roommates is your ex and the other is hopelessly oblivious and keeps insisting you need roommate bonding time - -

alternatively: self indulgent ‘the way i loved you’ jaemin x ‘stay stay stay’ jeno

playlists: ☹ awkward familiarity ☻ novelty love

dear diary,

✎ introductions

✎ day 1

bonus: 1 -> 2

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dreaming-in-seams · 1 year

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How about a New Dream “And They Were Roommates” AU?

Side note I’ve been writing a drabble for this au, comment if you’re interested and I might actually try to finish it XD

*based on an actual scenario with my boyfriend while watching Ink Master :P

#tangled #new dream #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #tangled au #eugene #roommate au

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firemandeanbuck · 1 year

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The human eye can perceive 10 million colours on average. All thanks to the 3 colour rod cells in the eyes.

Camera was first introduced in the late 10th century. And ever since then, it has been simply improving.

Painting and many forms of art has been in practice since the first human civilization. There are many colours and ways to paint.

Morpheus and Hob are human, and are limited the way humans are. They need rest, they need sustenance interactions with others. And above all, they need muse and motivation for their work.

On a sleepy Sunday evening, the pair find themselves on the blue sofa in their shared living room. Utterly defeated and tired, scrolling through Netflix for a calm and quiet thing to watch. They decided on a document about jellyfishes.

The evening was gloomy, but nothing in the WORLD could bring them down. You see, Morpheus has JUST delivered the 80,000 pound full wall-length piece he had done. It took him 4 months to finish, working 13 hours a day with little to no break. It was a landscape for a client who wanted to have him paint a red poppy field where their grandmother and son are buried. The artist was genuinely touched by the commission so he strived to do his best. Throwing himself completely into it, hoping the client loves the landscape.

He is a full time artist, so he hadn't the need to worry about other everyday life stuff but at the moment, Morpheus desires nothing more than to sleep until the apocalypse and even a little after that.

As for Hob, he has submitted his collection of photographs labelled as "Humans", a series of over 100 pictures that shows people doing human things, from their jobs to their hobbies, to travelling to eating, to celebrating to mourning, to playing to eating, from their first breath to their last. The idea was simmering in Hob's mind ever since he became a professional photographer, but simply didn't have the sponsorship nor the resources. Till his old friend from university rang him up and told him she could support him. So he dedicated the collection to Joanne Constantine, who is at the moment checking his pictures that he had spent the last 27 hours awake to edit as she reduced the deadline from a week to the next day, by an order from higher ups.

They both were proud of their labour and hoped to enjoy its fruits other than the money. They hope the receiving party enjoys their work as much as they enjoyed creating it.

More often than not, Hob had to drag Morpheus to his bed and likewise. There were times where Morpheus had to take Hob out of the most random places he can think of, and back home. To their shared space of comfort and calmness.

Home. One of Hob's favourite topics. He thought of making a new personal collection for it. The word holds so much meaning and emotions for Hob, he wants to give it its justice.

He already thought of where to start. It is from the person sitting next to him. The person to whom their penthouse belongs, to whom Hob's heart belongs.

Morpheus is not human, Hob was convinced ever since he did a Photoshop for him and his then-latest collection "Dreams and Nightmares", which went on to become his best work til date. Nothing about him is physically flawed. His face, his hands, his smooth skin, even his eyebrows. Don't get Hob started on his VOICE and his EYES.

Morpheus finds Hob interesting. The blue eyed man himself was sheltered and cut off from the world for most of his life, so when he met this vibrant person who looks like the sun is walking on earth, it was like his eyes were opened, truly, this time. Hob had dragged him around to eat street food, discreetly attended random university classes, go to protests unprepared, go to charity centres and volunteer personally in his free time, buy groceries and books every now and then, and interact with people on the tubes to make time pass.

The photographer had also showed him the simple, personal pleasures of life, such as the multi-layered flavours of food, enjoying the weather– a rainy day with a good book, a sunny day with a walk around the block– dancing around in the kitchen with lights off in middle of the night, baking cookies at 3 am, playing violin at crack of dawn, go to parks in the middle of a thunderstorm, making snowman, caring for sick or injured animals, making each other laugh til they feel like their ribs cracking, watch silly movies and reenact old plays.

They had also shared the worst there is to life. Hob lost his wife Elenor and his new born child Robyn unexpectedly. He took many long years to recover, drowning him in alcohol and misery. The session with Morpheus revived his old passion and he carried on.

Morpheus also had a long hard life, he was kidnapped for 2 years, no one knew where he was. Then when he got out, he met a deceivingly amazing woman named Tesslay, pretty soon, they got engaged. But when they were going to get married, she left him at the altar, never to look back or return. When Morpheus tried to contact her, she acted as though she didn't know him.

The artist had no idea he would find someone to be his rock ever again. The universe proved him wrong when it led him to Hob. He fell into a year-long depressive episode. His sister, Teulute, had to drag him out of it and encouraged him to work again. Only this time, it must be for himself.

Reluctantly agreeing, Morpheus worked on multimedia project. When it came time for the launch of his collection, he needed it to be BIG so that everyone knows that he is back and better than ever. He worked night and day for it. Hob was among the first to see it, he showered him openly with love and appreciation for his art.

His next work will be a birthday gift to Hob. He never gifted him a painting, despite being an artist. Ironically, Dream didn't know WHAT to paint when it comes to Hob. He knows what he likes and dislikes, but what he LOVES, is a difficult task. Hob loves everything A LOT.

Above all, Hob loves to see things from other people's eyes and to make them feel home.

Hm. Eyes and home. Such an interesting topic. Worth a painting. ESPECIALLY when it comes to Hob.

"Want some pie?" Hob calls from the kitchen, which is attached to the living hall. When did he go there?

"Yes, I would like some pie" Morpheus answers back back across the dark blue painted hall.

He glances around the place. It's cozy and comfortable, nothing like the High end and minimalistic one he initially gifted to Tesslay. This one FELT home.

Home always was such an important place for Morpheus, for he always searched for it. The journey took him over 3 decades, until he found out that his photographer was homeless, so he offered him his apartment. Most of the things done to the place is thanks to Hob's touch. He made it feel so human. Hob gave him the gift of connecting with humanity when he needed it the most.

The said man came back with half a pie and plates for them both. And a bottle of Ice Wine Morpheus forgot he had around. The brunette man offered Morhpeus an easy smile and handed him the pie just the way he likes it; no crust, only middle parts, and poured him the burgundy wine. He added a generous amount of vodka in his glass.

As they were eating, Hob turned to Morpheus, "I was thinking, mate",

"Don't hurt your head, it never was your strongest suit", Morpheus teased,

"Look who's talking", Hob shot back, "As I was SAYING, I want to do a personal mini project",

"I was thinking likewise, my friend",

Hob's eyes shone brighter than thousands of suns, "Yeah? What will it be about?"

"Can't tell JUST yet"

Hob groaned, "You're killing me, Morpheus", the pale man's heart DEFINITELY didn't skip a beat at the sound of his name.

"Tell me about yours", he said instead.

"It's about home", it was obvious that he was anxious about introducing the idea, given he drank a good 2 full glasses of wine and vodka. But he cannot hide it from his best friend. Not since he is the one who inspired it.

Morpheus was taken back. Hob was also thinking of the same topic as himself. What do you call that? Coincidence? Fate?

"It's a wonderful idea. Where will you start from?" Can it be from here? With us? remains dead on his tongue.

"I hadn't gone THAT far" Hob huffs, "I JUST thought about it", downing some more of his drink. Was he on his fourth or fifth glass?

Morpheus leaned back,"if you need help with it, please do tell me",

"Same with your thing. How long do you think it'll take?"

"Perhaps 5 weeks",

"More time of you being shut off and me being out and about, huh?" Hob meant it light heartedly but it did mean they will see each other less and less. He didn't want to see the one person who provides so much comfort and consistency to him utterly shut out of the world. It reminds him of the early days he moved it. He barely saw him. He was always locked up in his room like he was punished.

“I hope not”, Morpheus replies carefully. He dearly treasures his friendship with Hob. It would hurt him greatly to push Hob away. Ever since the last time they had a row, Morpheus saw his mistakes and apologized, but not before being dramatic and storming out like he was in a Hispanic soap opera. Thing were better since then. Morpheus engages with work around the house.

Sipping on the cold wine silently, Morpheus smiled at the fruity and sweet taste of the wine. It's his favourite drink.

"I just didn't find the right SHADE of blue to start", Hob starts,

"I'm facing the same problem with brown. I need the richest, most layered brown possible",

"Same with blue, I want it to be animated, to have LIFE in it, you know what I mean?"

"I need my brown to be perfect, for the painting must be perfect. I only have ONE chance to get it right"

Hob sighed moodily, "Gods bless editing"

"Y'know. Whales are big", slurred a mildly drunk Hob. Such a sweet pink filled his cheeks. The alcohol blurred his vision and somehow his impossible earthy brown eyes.

"Indeed", Morpheus always enjoyed Hob being drunk. It always leads to interesting places, especially in social events and high society events.

"NOW, you-you can't just be a whale. WHY!!" He said with the same gravity one would talk about losing something valuable to him. Like a real tragedy had occurred.

"To be fair, I would prefer a jellyfish to be. Just a bunch of neurons, no brain no care" Alcohol did lose his tongue as well. Though, not like Hob.

Then, Hob leaned onto Morpheus, his warm body half over his own. The look he gave him as he held his forearm could be considered dangerous if the man was sober.

"WHALES are the best",

"Jellyfishes", Morpheus said, stubborn as a bull.

"Whaaaaales", When the other man said nothing, Hob leaned his forehead on Morpheus' shoulder and gave out a little sigh of contentment.

"Life's 'ood", he breathed.

Morpheus was tense as a rock at this point. He rarely has anyone touch him like this. He is, by definition of existence, touch-starved, but he also DOESN'T like physical touch. Yeah, go make sense out of that.

Hob is allowed to do a lot of things to Morpheus, he can insult him, make him do things he wouldn't normally do, call him names (affectionately, ofc), indulge him into social activities and all.

Just like every other time, Hob is allowed to touch him affectionately, caressing his arm with his firm grip. Electricity was felt under Morpheus' skin, he felt like going out and taking it out. The heat between them was unnatural, but a very welcomed distraction from the cold outside world.

When Hob started humming a very off-key intro of August, Morpheus knew it was time to go.

"Alright, let's put you to your bed",

"Nooo", Hob groaned like a disgruntled cat, throwing his other arm on Morpheus' chest. The blue eyed man tried to budge him but to no avails

Seeing no other option, Morhpeus slid down to properly lay on the black sofa and let Hob get on top of him. Morpheus was sure that if Hob was a cat, he would purr so loudly, he would feel it in every bone of his body. Having his best friend over him like this certainly does NOT help the not so brotherly feelings brewing in Morpheus' heart and mind for quite a while.

He tried his best to bury his feelings, but to no use. Everytime Hob calls him dear, or love, or his many silly nicknames, Morpheus can't help but imagine hearing those words only for him alone, when he wakes up in the morning next to him.

"You smell nice", Hob muttered into Morpheus' ear, sending shivers down his spine and interrupting his train of thought

"Hmm" Morpheus was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would say something foolish again.

"Like, like san'al an'-and villina an' citrus"

"That's quite a mix", commented the unimpressed artist.

Hob grins in return,"it's you, an' you're my home",

Morpheus' heart yet once more skips a beat. Did Hob just call him HOME? Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it's the subconscious. The idea terrified him but the words excited him. How did he long to be someone's home? Their safespace? Their shelter and support?

Reluctant, Morpheus ran his hand through Hob's hair, like he always wanted. It was softer than what he imagined it to be. Untangled and smooth, was Hob's hair, in contrast to his own unkempt and wild head.

Burying himself impossibly deeper into Morpheus, like he wants to fuse with him, Hob wrapped his arms around his thin waist and slept.

It was practically impossible for Morpheus not to sleep like this after he imagined to do it for YEARS at this point.

The pain in his chest stopped cutting as deeply as if used to. His shoulders don't feel like he holds the weight Atlas does. The entirety of his body was relaxed. So was his mind.

Wine also did its job in soothing his burning nerves.

For the first time in a long time, Morpheus slept like the god had finally blessed him with it.

#the sandman #dream #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sandman #dreamling #morpheus #the sandman netflix #hob x dream #sandman comics #human au #humans #photografy #photography #aritst #au #roommates #roomates au

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kaesficrecarchive · 7 months

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(1040/? | E)

Markhyuck au wherein

jaemin’s boyfriend dumps him before winter break ends and mark lee, like the good best friend that he is, accepts to share a room with the douchebag so jaemin won’t have to or: mark learns not to judge a book by its cover

#apparently you can't share twitter links on tumblr anymore? or i just don't know how anyway #markhyuck fic rec #markhyuck #mark x haechan #mark x donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream #twitter au #t: enemies to lovers #t: enemies to fwb to lovers #t: fwb to lovers #t: slow burn #t: roommates #c: kpop #rpf #rating: e

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hardly-an-escape · 9 months

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would you go along with someone like me? | chapter 1/9

Square: A5 - Black Death Rating: T Word Count: 1536 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: college AU, non-traditional college students, don’t worry they’re actual grownups, poet Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, history student Hob Gadling, referenced character death, rating will go up in later chapters, more tags to be added Summary: Hob is a freshman history major and a first generation college student, while Morpheus is completing a graduate degree poetry. When they're crammed into a small room together due to a shortage of on-campus housing, it seems like an odd couple situation at best and a recipe for disaster at worst. But as the months go by, mutual respect turns into real friendship. And then... something happens that Hob never expected. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo

The man was as pale as the woman was dark, with a shock of black hair and imperious eyes. He set down the box he was carrying on the desk and stood with his arms at his sides. He looked out of place and uncomfortable in the shabby dorm room, like some kind of alien who’d been dragged to a horribly human experience like getting your photo taken at the DMV.

“What a poncy-sounding git.”

Hob immediately looked over his shoulder, as though his future roommate might already be lurking nearby to hear the insult, but the hallway was empty.

Morpheus van de Eindeloos read the sign on the door, just below Robert Gadling. Hob sighed, looking down at the orientation packet clutched in his hand. No, there was no mistake: barring some kind of horrible bust-up, this would be his roommate for the duration of the school year. And maybe even if there was a horrible bust-up; apparently student housing was full to bursting this fall, with no extra beds to speak of. Hob had had to fight tooth and nail to get into a graduate suite at all, patiently convincing the housing office through a series of increasingly tersely-worded emails that, no, a thirty-year-old man did not belong in freshman housing, yes, even if he was a freshman himself.

By rights this room should be a single, not a double, but by this point Hob was sick of fighting. At least Little Lord Fauntleroy would be an adult. Or, if not an actual adult, a graduate student, which he supposed was the next best thing. Hob sighed again, dug a pen from his bag, crossed out Robert and added Robbie in his embarrassingly uneven handwriting, and started to haul his worldly possessions into the fifteen-by-seventeen-foot room that would be home for the next nine months.

An hour or so later, Hob was folding the last of his t-shirts into the chipped dresser when there was a polite and perfunctory knock as the door opened.

“– just saying, it might be good for you to see people on their terms instead of yours,” said a warm and accented voice as two people entered the room, arms full of bags and boxes. “Actually listen to other human beings, or – God forbid – even talk to them. This doesn’t have to be a punishment.”

The speaker was a beautiful woman, perhaps a little older than Hob, with a face that looked very kind, if somewhat tired, and an accent that clearly came from somewhere in the London area. It was a bit of a shock, to hear it here in the American Midwest, and it gave Hob a bittersweet feeling of almost homesickness.

“I am not treating it like a punishment,” said the man accompanying her. “It is simply a choice. Our brother made his choice, and I have made mine.”

The woman dropped her load on the bed and turned to Hob with a bright smile.

“Hello!” she said, reaching out to shake his hand. “You must be Robert – you prefer Robbie? It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Teleute, but you can call me Tel. I know it’s a mouthful. And this is my brother. Morpheus, say hello.” She jostled him forward until he, too, shook Hob’s hand and muttered a quiet greeting. “I’m afraid the moping is inescapable, but he’s not that bad once you get used to him.”

The glare Morpheus sent his sister was equal parts ire and fondness, and Hob felt a familiar, blessedly brief pang of grief. He hadn’t grown up with siblings, but Eleanor and her sisters had ribbed each other just like that.

But he wasn’t going to think about her right now. That would be for later, maybe, when the lights were out and he was curled up alone in his narrow bed.

“Robbie’s good, yeah,” he said. “Pleasure to meet you, Tel and Morpheus.”

“And he’s from England too!” exclaimed Tel, delighted. “Now, what are the chances of that!”

“Obviously not zero,” Morpheus said dryly.

“Well, I think it’s lovely. Means you already have something in common, that’s a good sign.”

Morpheus had several more boxes – mostly books, it seemed – which Hob gamely helped schlep from their rented van to the room, chatting idly as they went back and forth. On the last trip, Teleute hung back at the bottom stairs and gestured for Hob to do the same.

“Look, I’ll make this quick,” she said. “I know my brother can be prickly, and he’s kind of an idiot sometimes, but I promise he’s not too bad. I’m not asking you to be responsible for him or anything. You’re both adults, and he doesn’t need a babysitter. But if you wouldn’t mind just… looking out for him? You don’t have to be best friends or anything, just maybe remind him to eat and interact with other humans occasionally?”

“Yeah, sure,” Hob replied. “I think I can do that.”

“Thank you,” Tel said. “I’m sorry to ask. He’s just. Well, you’ll understand once you get to know him, probably.”

“‘S alright. We’re both a long way from home, eh? Maybe he can look out for me a bit, too.”

“Definitely,” Tel said with a smile. “Thank you, Robbie.”

Hob was not necessarily encouraged by the fact that Morpheus’s sister seemed to think it necessary to reassure him several times that her brother was not too bad. But whatever. He’d gotten this far; after everything he’d been through, he figured he could handle a difficult roommate for a few months.

He wasn’t… wrong.

The first few weeks were somewhat tense, as they danced around each other and tried to settle into a routine. Morpheus was abrupt – sometimes to the point of rudeness – but generally not outright unpleasant. He kept odd hours, often sitting up with a tiny reading lamp late into the night, but he was quiet at least; and he kept his person and his clothes fastidiously clean, almost like a cat. His desk was an absolute disaster, covered in notebooks and scraps of paper, and his books overflowed the small shelves that they were provided with – but at least he kept them on his own side of the room.

Hob didn’t forget what Teleute had asked him. Every few days he coaxed Morpheus down to the dining hall, or out for a walk across campus, or got him to talk (or sometimes just complain) about his seminars.

Not that Hob wasn’t busy with his own work. There wasn’t much of a grace period before real, hard assignments were being thrown at them, and for Hob – who hadn’t been in a classroom in over ten years – there was a steep learning curve as he figured out how to balance studying, sleeping, writing papers, and his work-study job.

“Why are you so worried about it?” Morpheus had asked, the first time Hob had gotten back an assignment (a quiz on the spread of the Black Death through Northern Europe) with a less-than-perfect grade and was bemoaning his failure. “It’s just a grade. In my experience they are indicative neither of the true quality of your work, nor of your mastery of the subject.”

“Well, in my experience, my scholarships are dependent on me maintaining a certain GPA,” Hob had retorted. “Look, mate. I’m the first person in my family to actually make it to uni. If I don’t do well, it’s… it’s not just my own pride on the line, you know?”

“I do not know,” Morpheus had said. “But I can appreciate your stress. I can… help you study for your next quiz. If that would be helpful.”

By the end of that first month, Hob thought they were at least tentatively friends, although the one time he’d dared to mention it Morpheus had rolled his eyes, insisted he had no need for companionship, and been stiff and formal toward Hob for several days.

True, he hadn’t learned much about Morpheus’s personal life, or his family, aside from the fact that he had a lot of siblings, who seemed to meddle in his life to varying degrees. He knew the man was about his age – early thirties, though he looked a little younger – and that he was doing an MFA in poetry, though he never allowed even a line of his work to pass under Hob’s eye.

All in all, it was… fine. Morpheus was a bit of a git, from time to time, but he wasn’t an asshole. The room was too small, but there was a big campus to escape to, with libraries and gardens and plenty of quiet corners to read and study. By the end of September the air was getting crisp and the leaves were just starting to turn, peppering the quad with dots of red and gold.

It was really only once or twice a week that Hob caught himself laughing over some incident in one of his lectures, or a ridiculous comment by a professor, and thinking I’ve got to tell Eleanor about that. Once or twice a week wasn’t bad. He could handle once or twice a week.

Her picture was still tucked safely away in one of his dresser drawers.

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#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling bingo #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #if you've been following along for a while this is the 'omg they were roommates' college AU I've talked about a couple of times

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crazy-as-a-jaybird · 3 days

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next time my certain trustworthy extra comfy friend appears online, i'm telling her about my love for tickles

for now, i texted about my recent tickle nightdream with characters we both like

we don't talk every day but always have the greatest time doing so, so i'm not too worried tbh??

#still i haven't mentioned any details but i hope i'll remember them myself because FUCK #it was a summercamp au and the ler wanted the bed by the window and got grumpy the lee claimed it first #and he's just CONSTANTLY as annoying as possible in canon #so he started to wreck the shit out of his friend's whole body #and even worse their two silly fellas were their roommates so he kept pointing out to them what was happening #and the lee kept BURYING HIS FACE INTO THE BED UGH #more bonus points because he's the “malicious mean and scary” one? just a grumpy ass??#i had not deliberately thought about him as a lee the day before but my brain knows what i need #tickle dream #tickle stuff

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Nightmare of Nightmares

a tiny Roommates/Cellmates AU fic to take a break from writing Prime Meridian and bc im thinking abt them. takes place mmmm definitely within a few months of the events of Shared Living Space. Cell is just starting to become a more-or-less 'common' fixture in Felps' apartment, staying for as long as two days at a time before heading out again. he spends a majority of his time out doing...whatever it is he does when he's not at Felps' apartment. it's not uncommon for Felps to see Cell show up at odd hours with a new bruise or bandage wrapped somewhere, and sometimes Cell walks in with a grin that's just a bit too wide, even for him. Felps tries not to think about it too much.

(TWs: nothing really? there's some vague descriptions of violence that aren't that graphic save for like one well-detailed threat. it's brief tho. and references/allusions to cannibalism because obviously.)

It's the middle of the day on a lazy Sunday, and Cell has been tossing and turning on the couch for the past several minutes. He’s not typically a restless sleeper—quite the opposite, actually—so it’s strange for Felps to see him shifting around, restlessly tilting his head side to side.

Felps figures he must be dreaming, or something like it. What does someone like Cell dream about, anyway? Probably eating Felps, or putting Felps' head on a pike. Or eating Felps and putting his head on a pike. Or just murdering people in general. He must get a real kick out of that. Felps shrugs it off and continues working, reclined in the armchair and sorting through his email. Whatever Cell is dreaming about will pass eventually.

And then he whines.

Felps pauses and blinks for several seconds, processing that yes, there was a noise, yes, it was a whine, and yes it most certainly came from Cell. Felps glances up from his laptop again to look at the known murderer sleeping his couch. He's still shifting around, perhaps a little more animatedly than before. He settles for a moment, and Felps can see his eyelids twitching. Another half-whine, half-groan wheedles out of his throat. His lips move, barely parted, but whatever Cell might've said is much too soft for Felps to hear, if he said anything at all.

A few seconds pass. Then, Cell's face briefly twists, his lips moving again; and though it's still hard to decipher, Felps isn't certain that it's actual words that he's speaking. His chest heaves a few times, he makes another small noise, and he murmurs something again—no. Those...sound like they could be words. Garbled, but words nonetheless. Not Portuguese, though. It might be another language. (Cell speaks some English, doesn't he?) Or maybe it is just gibberish, Felps really can't tell; but whatever it is, it sounds urgent. Very urgent. And Cell is starting to breathe harder.

Huh. Felps starts to consider trying to wake him up before he shoots that thought down immediately. Why even bother? And he knows for a fact that Cell sleeps with a weapon under his arm—Felps can see it now, a small blade revealed in all of his tossing—and Felps doesn't want to wind up on the wrong end of it if Cell wakes up swinging.

Still, Felps' email has become an afterthought at this point. Felps watches, almost amazed, as Cell continues to toss more violently than before, breathing harder to the point of gasping, voice high and reaching and cracking and begging—

A shout. Cell's eyes fly open as he shoots up and yep there goes the knife arcing through open air. He's got a hand braced on the side of the couch as he bares his teeth at some middle distance, panting like he's just sprinted several miles. There's a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his face. Cell is sporting a furious expression so tense and wild that Felps—if he didn't know any better—would say pitches over to the other end of the curve and lands somewhere in the realm of terrified.

Cell, the murderer, the cannibal, the nightmare of so many people's dreams, just woke up screaming from a nightmare. It's almost novel, but Felps supposes that Cell is still just a human. And humans, people, get nightmares. Basic psychology. Though, it's hard to imagine Cell to be really, truly afraid of anything in particular aside from, possibly, getting caught by the police and being hauled back to Alcatraz. (Once in Alcatraz, he would end up spending quite the stint in solitary—one of the only things they found that could actually get Cell to behave, if only for a little while.)

A beat passes. Cell's eyes dart frantically, but it doesn't look like he's really seeing anything. He's still gasping. His legs have kicked away the towel Felps makes him put his feet on when he's sleeping, instead digging the heels of his boots into the cushions and pushing himself back against the arm of the couch, knife still in hand.

Felps hasn't exactly woken up fighting before, but he's had his fair share of nightmares. He knows how disorienting they can be. Best not to have the guy with the weapon and the horribly violent impulses forget where he is. Felps clears his throat. "Hey Cell."

Cell snaps his head towards Felps. He blinks several times. He stars at Felps, and he looks around the room...

...And his breathing starts to slow. And his shoulders start to slump. And the fury-terror starts to melt away. And the hand brandishing his knife drops into his lap.

And Cell is quiet. No threats, no growl. He just stares at the floor and drags a hand down his sweat-soaked face and breathes—something like relief. It's eerie, coming from Cell, and Felps, frankly, doesn't know what to make of it.

"So," Felps says. "The Monster of Alcatraz gets nightmares, huh?"

A beat. Then, Cell scoffs at him. "Inspiration," he snarls, voice dripping with venom despite his breathlessness and sleepy croak. "For when I carve out your guts and drag your entrails across the floor, Felps."

Felps raises an eyebrow. "You know, you could just tell me you want to be left alone."

"Fuck off."

"See, there we go." Felps closes his laptop and glances at the clock on the wall: just past twelve. "Eh, actually, before I do that—are you planning on staying for lunch?"

Cell makes a vague noise. He runs his free hand through his messy hair and scrubs one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. He sighs heavily, like a half-aborted yawn.

"...Yeah," he eventually decides.

"Did you bring me anything?"

Felps knows he did. Felps won't make him anything if he doesn't pitch in somehow—one of their new 'rules'—and Cell's backpack is looking a little more full than usual. In lieu of an answer, Cell picks up his bag from where it's slumped against the foot of couch and drags it into his lap, rummaging through it. Felps, meanwhile, stands, dumps his laptop on the armchair, stretches, and grabs the TV remote. A moment later, Cell produces a small paper bag and holds it out to Felps.

Felps crosses the living room and peeks inside: tomatoes and lettuce, in decent enough condition. Felps has certainly used worse. He could add in some of his carrots, chop them up, put some dressing over it and make it a salad. Rice and some seasoned meat (chicken—no red meat allowed when Cell is present) to go with it could be nice.

"This works." Felps grabs the bag. Cell lets him have it, and Felps tosses him the remote. "Your pick. And either fix the towel or boots off the couch."

Cell huffs, but he swings his legs around without protest, boots on the floor. As he flicks through channels, Felps brings the produce into the kitchen and opens up the fridge. He pushes aside his own tomatoes and lettuce to get to the carrots.

Sometime later, Felps finishes putting together lunch and brings a couple plates into the living room. There, he finds Cell curled up on his side, fast asleep yet again—no tossing or turning this time, though. Just sleeping.

Felps rolls his eyes with a sigh. He puts the extra portion down on the coffee table, lowers the volume on the TV just a bit, heads back into the kitchen, and returns with a cover for the plate.

(A nightmare having a nightmare. What could Cell be so scared of?)

(Well, whatever it is, Felps hopes he never has to meet it.)

#for the record i have been working on this on and off all day. i havent checked my dash once. i have no idea what has happened on stream.#have the huevitos and crows all died from the angst overdoses yet? are the fitpacers crying? did our guys get got? haven't got a clue lmao.#anyway yippee the roommates have more 'ground rules' now! the towel for the boots was one of the first negotiations they made fhdjks #and (SPOILERS) for the record the dream he was having was some abstract but intense nightmare about his time in The War #which is why he was murmuring in english! he spoke a lot of english in The War because he was with you-know-who :]#he doesn't often dream about The War and it's not *always* nightmares. but it was most definitely a nightmare this time.#anyway hes an eepy guy. in his defense he really only sleeps well at the apartment but he'll never admit it to anyone himself included.#my writing #my fics #cellmates/roommates AU

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Roommates with the Sans AUs: Just a Compilation of Incorrect Quotes

Cop: You ran a red light. Horror: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Horror: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.

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Shattered: How the hell are you still alive? Samantha: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

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Dust, pointing to Horror and Killer: Distract them! I'll be right back! *leaves* Ink: Okay! *five minutes later* Dust: *returns and sees Samantha and Killer unconscious on the ground* What did you do? I said distract them, not knock them out! Ink: There's just no pleasing you sometimes.

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Blue: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Fresh: Eyy, homie! Killer: But then there's cootie... Horror: Die.

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Dust: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Blue: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel. Samantha: A realist sees a freight train. Shattered: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Horror: How do you connect with a fictional character? Killer: What? Ink: What? Samantha: What? Dust: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

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Ink: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK. Killer: I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG. Ink: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO. Horror: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins. Fresh: Looks like someone's a HO. Killer: NaBrO. Samantha: I'm done with all of you!

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Fresh: You know, when Ink comes over, Dust can get a little… Horror: Psycho? Blue: Scary? Samantha: Drunk? Fresh: All three.

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Ink: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Samantha: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents. Ink: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you. Blue: Actually I did the math, Samantha would have $225, not $0.15. Samantha: Fam I’m right here.... Fresh: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Ink: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Fresh: Sorry I only have a dollar. Ink: :( Blue: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Samantha would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent. Fresh: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice. Blue: You can buy anything you want with $22,500. Horror: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice. Blue: Apply juice to what. Horror: Directly to the forehead. Samantha: Great chat everyone.

#roommates with the sans aus #incorrect quotes #sorry I got lazy #ink sans #undertale #fresh sans #oc #dust sans #killer sans #horror sans #swap sans #shattered dream

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