This was 2 years ago and i have no intention to edit it whatsoever
(pretty sure it's unsalvagable but ehhh, someone might like it?)
(i hate the fckn transition thing gosh)
You love sleeping.
Your parents say you're lazy because of it. Other acquaintances have said the same.
But no, it is not because of the lack of motivation to do anything. You love to sleep because you get to dream.
And dreaming meant you would meet with him again.
---bilpblopblip---
One night, you dreamed. Dreamed that you were in a wide garden surrounded by your favorite flowers. Petals were everywhere. You remember standing, snow white silk brushing against your legs. The dress you wore was as white as freshly fallen snow.
A hand suddenly grabs your shoulder. Instinctively, you slapped the offending hand away and turned to the stranger.
'Oh my', you had thought, willing the blush you now adorned away. 'He's quite...handsome.'
The (man/teen) apologized for having surprised you and asks if you'd care for some (F/C fave drink).
'Well, this is a dream.....'
You ask if you could instead have (fave drink) instead and you might consider accepting his apology. He laughs and grins, and you feel your heart race.
Suddenly, he frowns and sighs.
"'till we meet again," he had said. You are confused and suddenly you are swept off your feet by a strong gust of wind.
Desperately, you reach for him. "No!" You had shouted. The garden had begun vanishing and he was just standing there, smiling. "No! Please, not now! N-!"
---blipblopblip---
You woke up.
You woke up and you hated it. Hated that you had been cut off from him.
You grasped your sheets tightly.
You resolved meet to him again.
---blipblopblip---
And you did.
You quickly discovered that every time you sleep, every time you dream, you met him.
You slept any chance you got.
You were addicted to HIM and you decided that it wasn't bad, as long as it was him.
[You were slowly dying. You stopped eating, stopped interacting. You used a lot of sleeping pills on those nights of insomia and your body became weakweakweak.]
...
not sure where this was going tbh
Attention
Maybe if he pulls this off, he'll finally get what he's always wanted. To get what he's yearned for from ages ago.
Attention.
He was always ignored, always in the background. He was hardly ever noticed, not even by his own parents.
[He'd scoff and turn at his parents' excuses. Surely, they didn't expect him to be dumb enough to believe their flimsy little lies. They were too...guarded. Mom would always answer facing away from him, and Dad? Psh, the git just ignores his presence and pretends to be busy.
Heck, sometimes Dad would tell (hah, an excuse more like it!) him the he had promised his brother that he'd spend time with him, or help him with school work, or just bloody say that he should stop depending, stop bothering him and Mom (lies, lies, lies, his mind hissed).]
If everything comes together nicely, maybe they'll stop isolating him, stop staring through him and stop looking at him like he's nothing.
[Their eyes would land on him and dismissively turn their attention elsewhere in mere seconds.
He hated it.]
....
was I depressed or something?
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De Todo*EDIT: WELP NVM THIS IS MY PLOT/STORY IDEA BOOK NOW HAHA, i think? most of my works are character-ambigous so feel free to imagine any of your ships and OTPs while reading (* most are titled with Reader x F/C? near the earlier chapters of this) t...
