𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 - A Dream x Reader Fic Cause I can

Chapter 1

Hello humans! If you've read any one of my other books you'll know this isn't at all my style but I was bored and this sounded fun so I decided, fuck it lets go. I don't like Dream I just thought this would be fun and fair warning if anyone in here says they don't want to be I will take them out or get rid of the whole thing.

There is A LOT of trigger warnings, this is a pretty heavy book. I put all the ones I could think of in the description but a lot of them I haven't covered cause I haven't written a plot or anything. I'm doing whatever without a plan lmao.

So this is just for fun and likely won't be finished but it'll be a sweet ride until that point. Alright have fun, don't get emotionally attached, and don't read if you haven't read the trigger warnings I beg you.

Art's not mine!!

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"I'll have the chicken," I opened my mouth to say my order after he had spoken, he, of course, cut me off. "She'll have the salad."

I saw the waiter throw a curious glance in my direction as if to confirm. I gave her a sharp nod. Her soul looked retreated in her eyes, fearful and sorry and unable to help.

"So how was your day dear?" I turned back to the male before me. Large black eyes stared back at me, his hair brown and neat. Jack. Because of course, it was a J name.

"It was good." I stopped, feeling annoyed. His eye twitched and I saw him place his hands on the table, folded neatly. To anyone else it'd seem like teasing or a pleasant conversation.

"And?" I blinked, knowing I had no choice.

"I baked some pie for our neighbor Mrs. Emily and her husband. I cleaned the house and I did my homework." His stare didn't fail, waiting. I gave in. "I ate an apple for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch."

Lies and truth throughout my statements. I baked pie for our neighbor, but I cleaned the kitchen only. I did my assignments before stopping periodically to read. I didn't eat breakfast. I ate the apple for lunch. I had thrown some bread out in the bin outside and mixed around some of the topping's I would've used to make it appear used.

Lying was easy, planning was easy, acting was easy. Surviving was not.

"Good." His eyes flickered around my face, searching for the lie. For the tell I had led him on to believing I had. I used to lick my lips when I lied obviously to him, convince him that was my tell. I didn't lick them now. His smile widened.

He thought he had control, he had me in the palm of his hand. He partly did but never fully. How this man thought he could get away with abusing a Psychology Major I will never understand.

"Did you do your daily fitness?" A polite question that held years of implications. I hadn't mentioned it, he knew that meant no. I had no reason to keep that from him. I flinched.

Fuck.

How could I forget something so crucial? He had it made for me to keep me thin but never strong. I'm so fucked.

"I forgot. I can do it when we get home?" I spoke in a small voice, a fool's hope in my question. Of course, the answer would be no. But he wouldn't say that.

"Yes of course." Stark answer. He's mad.

Please let that waiter gain courage. Please let her call the police and save me.

She, of course, did not. 

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Sorry I know it's short but I was not up to writing a dinner scene. Also yeah I made him a J name. It's a conspiracy. Sorry if you're a J name but you might be lowkey cursed.