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ANA-FUCKING-NIEL TELL MEEEEE WHAT YOUR AND VIV ARE VAGUEPOSTING ABOUT

beg a little more and I might <3

it’s that time of year again time to start bugging thingy >:3

#/targeted #purgatober #IT’S WORK SEASON BABYYYY #MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA

WIP Wednesday

My WIPs are in a shambles: the two that were closest to being finished on Monday are now both undergoing extensive rewrites due to structural issues. Plus I'm too chickenshit to post draft-grade smut, so here's a chunk of "Something Stronger" (postcanon smut) that I'm 99% sure is staying.

Actually taking the Ambien was anticlimactic. The instructions were to take one. On an empty stomach. At the time you wished to sleep. Somehow he’d been expecting more of the kind of convoluted instructions he’d been navigating with his so-called sleep hygiene routine. He was sitting in the car of a ferris wheel. The ferris wheel was in the little yard beside the Kang mansion. (Even in the dream Gaon realized how silly that was. There wasn’t room on that tiny lawn for a giant ferris wheel.) When Gaon’s car reached the top of the wheel he noticed a small boat down in the lake that the mansion overlooked. Yohan and Elijah sat in the boat. (Again, this was impossible. The cliff was over 100 feet tall and the ferris wheel was as tall as the house. He should not have been able to make out the faces of the people in the boat.) But he couldn’t help feeling panicked. Yohan was pulling steadily on the oars, propelling the boat away from the mansion, away from Gaon. He knew they wouldn’t be able to hear him, rationally he knew, but he couldn’t stop screaming their names. After an agonizingly slow rotation his car reached the ground again. Gaon pushed on the bar over his lap. He pulled. He frantically twisted and felt for a switch. He screamed for help. He tried to squeeze out from under it. But there was no mechanism to free him from the car. And there was no one on the hilltop to help him. By the time the car rose high enough again that he could see the lake over the trees on the edge of the cliff the boat was a speck in the distance, at the mouth of the river that emptied out of the lake.

He woke late in the morning. He didn’t immediately recall the dream. He spent a few moments just appreciating that he had slept. He had slept the whole night through for the first time in months. He felt … OK. It hadn’t been magically restorative sleep. And one night of uninterrupted rest wasn't going to be enough to undo months of sleep deprivation. But then he did remember the dream and his annoyance at its transparent metaphor overtook his almost serene moment. It was true, though, what he’d heard about the vividness of Ambien dreams. He had felt the heat of the sun, the sharp edges of the peeling paint on the ferris wheel. He had smelled iron and grass and the breeze off the lake. He had heard the turtledoves that frequented the trees around the mansion. But an annoying dream was more than worth the full night of sleep.

#and the next night he thinks he's having another really vivid dream #but it's a sex dream #and of course it isn't really a dream #MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA #i do so love dubious consent #WIP wednesday #the devil judge