It Started With A Dream

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I thought it was true. I thought I'm in a relationship. I thought everything was real. But then, I was in comma for 6 months, dreaming. What if I saw him in real life?All Rights Reserved

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Synopsis (Babe's POV) They say dreams are just reflections of your subconscious-fleeting images that disappear when you wake up. But what if the man in your dreams isn't just a figment of your imagination? What if he feels... real? My name is Babe Tanatat. I'm an artist, and I've been haunted by a man I've never met. Every night, I see his face-handsome, mysterious, and somehow familiar. He doesn't belong in this world, yet I can't stop painting him. My studio is filled with his portraits, and with each brushstroke, I feel like I'm getting closer to something I can't explain. It started as a curiosity, but now it's becoming an obsession. When he spoke to me in a dream, I knew there was more to this than I wanted to believe. Am I losing my mind, or is there a deeper connection pulling me toward him? The closer I get, the more intense it becomes. The line between reality and dreams is blurring, and I'm beginning to think this man might not just live in my dreams. But if he's real, why does it hurt so much to see him? Why do I feel like I've known him-loved him-before? The answers are out there, somewhere between this world and the one in my dreams. And I'm going to find them... no matter what it takes. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by my favorite on-screen couple(or real life 😉), Billy Patchanon and Babe Tanatat. While the characters are fictionalized versions based on these actors, all events, settings, and storylines in this novel are original and created for entertainment purposes. This story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the actors or any official entities. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Ok so I just recently became a fan of mateo, and I thought it would be a cool idea to write imagines and scenarios about him and ofc Y/N. You can request any and I will try my best to make your scenario just comment and leave your name and I will include you in one of the imagines/ scenarios. Hope you enjoy and this just for your entertainment! Also you can follow me on wattpad and I will follow back, and also follow me on ig @zariyyaa.a. I also follow back on there too! :) Please make sure you do not copy my stuff, but you can put your own flavor into it just cite where you got it from.

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Until the door flies open and I cover myself as he stays there in shock. "Wow did I get u that work out " he says as he locks the door and comes towards me. "You could of told me I had boner last night and I still have it now." As much I was mad at him I couldn't help it. I wanted his dick so badly. Then he started to unzip his pants. He then gets all undress while I'm undress too. □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□ (Warning:this book will have sexual stuff going on so if you aren't a big fan of that or your under age you may want to read something else...) THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK AND I WASNT AT ALL A GREAT WRITER!!! SORRYYYY!

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANE LANGUAGE. 18 AND OLDER ADVISED. ALL RIGHTS RIGHTS RESERVED. AIR is all I could think as I woke up drenched in sweat. I had been having this dream about the most handsome guy I had ever seen. He had the body of a God. No make that a Greek God. You know the ones the made sculptures of in the ancient times. Only this guy was way sexier. I didnt have a clue who he was. All I knew was that he couldn't exist. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD SO PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY YOU WONT BE SORRY :)

Sure I don't remember his face , but why do I seem to sense him everywhere I go. At college, at parties, at home. I have to be imaging all of this, but it all feels so real. Sure I can't remember him but, every word he speaks can be heard so clearly and every touch placed on my skin can be felt for years after. Tw: -cursing -underage drinking -stalking -drug use -panic attacks -mentions of blood -murder

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I was slightly drunk and horny, and I was frustrated. Mainly because I haven't had sex with someone in over a year. So I decided to slide into someone's DM's for fun. Only it wasn't fun, it was hot, sexy, and dirty. I didn't imagine this guy would be so good at dirty talking, he had an effect on me through the phone and I could only imagine what he'd do on person. I was having fun texting him one afternoon at work and when my boss called me to his office. I tried to look like I wasn't completely turned on. Until I noticed the massive bulge on his pants and our whole conversation on his phone screen. No, it can't be. I haven't been sexting my boss all this time. My sex on legs boss has a dirty mouth and huge dick. Oh, fuck me. Literally.

That Girl You All Forgot by JumpTheStars

She was right. April was right. When she said that he stared at me like I was the centre of his universe, I didn't think it was true. I thought "Oh no. That's not it. He just looked at me." I was wrong. He confirmed. ****************************** Just a few words from my messed up book. But you can't skip ahead, you'll be asking too many questions. Read it all. Have fun. I hope you life seems better after this.

He tightly grabs me by my waist and he holds me in place while I still continue to get captivated by whatever it is that is happening here. "Tell me what you see." He commands in a voice that sounds so beautifully smooth and pleasant to listen to. My words are choked up and I can't even begin to explain what lies in those eyes of his. Something about his presence is reeling me in, pulling me more soulfully closer to him, something that i am not even sure is possible but I feel this connection to him, this ancient ancient connection, like I had seen him before, like I had known him for a long time, a life time. And the way he's holding me !!! He feels familiar and yet I don't even know who this man is and it would be crazy if I told him that I've seen a Storm in his eyes, a storm that I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was beautiful and enchanting. Everything that he Is at the moment. "Nothing... I didn't see anything." I lie, as my mind fully gets back to me again, and the storm finally dissappears. He let's go of me and i move to stand on my own. He looks at the features all over my face before he furrows his thick brows, in concern while he continues to stand awfully close to me and gosh he smells so good. A huge strike of lightning echoes outside before immediate rain starts pouring outside. I could have sworn that there was a zero percent chance of rainfall tonight, it was clear and there were no clouds insight, the ocean below the balcony starts to get angry too as the waves get aggressive and the moon looks as vibrant as ever right now. We both look outside before we look at each other again. "Are you sure that you saw nothing ?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "Nothing..."

Painted in Fate

Synopsis (Babe's POV) They say dreams are just reflections of your subconscious-fleeting images that disappear when you wake up. But what if the man in your dreams isn't just a figment of your imagination? What if he feels... real? My name is Babe Tanatat. I'm an artist, and I've been haunted by a man I've never met. Every night, I see his face-handsome, mysterious, and somehow familiar. He doesn't belong in this world, yet I can't stop painting him. My studio is filled with his portraits, and with each brushstroke, I feel like I'm getting closer to something I can't explain. It started as a curiosity, but now it's becoming an obsession. When he spoke to me in a dream, I knew there was more to this than I wanted to believe. Am I losing my mind, or is there a deeper connection pulling me toward him? The closer I get, the more intense it becomes. The line between reality and dreams is blurring, and I'm beginning to think this man might not just live in my dreams. But if he's real, why does it hurt so much to see him? Why do I feel like I've known him-loved him-before? The answers are out there, somewhere between this world and the one in my dreams. And I'm going to find them... no matter what it takes. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by my favorite on-screen couple(or real life 😉), Billy Patchanon and Babe Tanatat. While the characters are fictionalized versions based on these actors, all events, settings, and storylines in this novel are original and created for entertainment purposes. This story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the actors or any official entities. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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