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I don't know what part this is. I wrote this at 6 am
Slight NSFW mostly implied
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Ikkan: Neta... Hey you ok?
Neta: yeah.... .. I'm fine I'm just waiting for him to leave completely..... He's such an asshole!!
Ikkan: hey come here.... Don't let him get to you okay? He doesn't know anything about you, your life and you never tried...
Neta: yeah.......he never got to see how amazing I am
Ikkan:oh you're so humble.... He doesn't know what he's missing come here [kiss] also you look good baby.... Look a lot happier... [Kiss]...Hehe...more relaxed...[kiss]
Neta: hehehe.....[kiss]
Ikkan: softer.......and warmer............
Neta:.......[smiles].....
Ikkan:........*sigh*.....[kissing]
Neta: We're alone
Ikkan: yeah we are...heheheh
Neta: no cameras
Ikkan:....... .... You want to slow dance like we used to. Remember during our first date?
Neta: oh........ Ok
Ikkan: what what did you think I was implying?
Neta: nothing nothing it's stupid come here. Let's dance just the two of us away from the commotion.
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Koi: so you must be my granddaughter... I've heard so much about you. You have straight A's, your captain on your turf war team, you play second chair
Cirrina: actually I play first chair now
Koi: wonderful!... Look at all that confidence and pride amazing... Oh look at me being so rude. Hi my name is koi koi you can call me Grandma Koi, grandma, admiral koi is also an option. I'm a former CEO now head of the advertisement for tech company venton industries.
Cirrina: weren't you the company that started out with game cards and now he's home consoles and arcades? You guys made jump squid right?
Koi: That's the one. I also dipped my foot in farm life raising krill herding sea cows some experience in going produce
Cirrina: I have a houseplant that I bought from the grocery store. I had to change its pot twice and it's taller than me now...oh I'm also skipping the grade and heading straight to high school next year.. My guidance counselor says if I'm good I can maybe even start college classes early. I'll get ahead of everyone else.
Koi: ohhh impressive... So proud to have you as a granddaughter. I see so much of myself in you. I can just tell you're going to be as powerful and successful as me.
Cirrina: I hope I do.......Grandma admiral koi.
Merv: they ran out of wine but I did snatch up the shrimp puffs They're not that bad..... Hello, who's this?
Koi: *ugh* ..... Hone... this is our granddaughter... Remember Neta told us about
Merv: ohhhhhhh nice to meet you.. you must be cirrina.... You're just as pretty as the picture he gave us. Nice to meet you sweetheart.
Cirrina: awww thank you........ Ikkan told me about you. He used to be a farmer. He told me you had acres of strawberries and would first place for best decal 3 years in a row. That's very impressive. You must know a lot about agriculture
Merv: that's correct! Wow you're really something!
Koi: I know! Ah! I just want to pick her in a bag and take her back to haddaido!
Cirrina:hehehe You're too kind..
Koi: well we have to go We're trying to find our kids. I know your uncle is somewhere.. do expect some presents to be in the mail for you sweetie. You just stole our little hearts.
Cirrina: ok bye....hehee
Mizole: You're a snake. You know that?
Cirrina: You've had spinach between your teeth the last 2 hour shut up.
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Mahi: you think that is going to be mad when we bring this?
Warabi: what's so bad about it? It's just wine?
Mahi: when he expected us to bring drinks He expected it to be in bottles Something you just place on the table make it look nice
Warabi: Oh come on the parties like going to be over in like 4 more hours. We need something like this, that's why I bought five.....for the party
Mahi: We're definitely not going to use all of this. He just wanted one in the apartment
Candi: If he says anything I'm not involved.
Mahi: Baja! Help us bring this in
Baja: ok uhhh what is this exactly
Warabi: its for the party trust me
Baja: ok....
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Neta: so yeah apparently I've been a captain for the military for 7 years and they didn't tell me- what the hell is this? what happened to the bottles of wine you were supposed to get??
Warabi: didn't have any I just so we just bought the barrel of wine. Five of them. I feel like that's enough right?
Neta: get a little too much where we even going to put this
Mahi: we can just put in the back and have waiters fill up cups
Candi: or you can just have all the guests fill up their own cups
Ikkan: That's not a bad idea...
Neta:....*sigh* ....... Yeah okay that's fine..... I'm gone for 2 minutes and y'all turn this into a keg party
Baja: You've actually gone for 45 minutes
Neta: ............ Just set up the barrels....
Ikkan: hehehehe...... Tonight is still early. Come on, let the guests have a little fun.. it'll be funny seeing some of these producers get drunk off their ass.
Koi: I hope one of them isn't you honey
Ikkan: mom! Uh hah.....wooow so good to see you!...... Neta didn't tell me.... He was inviting my parents. Mmmmm
Koi: well I think it would be nice to spend the holidays with my two boys this year...... I actually came here to see my granddaughter and also talk to my son-in-law. We had a conversation about installing a small arcade original in his original store to keep the traction going once his other store opens.
Neta: Yes we do need to talk more about that I also wanted to talk to Noji about buying vending machines as well, let's walk and talk. You look beautiful by the way Koi. Merv is a lucky man
Koi: you damn right it is... You know how long it took me to convince him to come here. I swear he thinks he bursts into flames interacting with people.
Ikkan:......*sigh*......
Warabi: what were you two doing for 45 minutes?
Ikkan: fuck off
Warabi: hehehehehehe going to tell your mom on you
Ikkan: Warabi!
Warabi:[wheeze]
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Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort or caught stealing one of the wine barrels
#Neta and ikkan healthiest relationship known to man#mizole hates seeing too strong independent women living their best life#cirrina and Koi-koi match made in heaven and hell#and merv is just there as always#Neta and koi both have degrees in business and know the value of a dollar#we're almost done I swear one more and it's over I swear đ#this one is honestly filler#neta
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Warnings:Â this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
based on the winning option for this poll
Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
Note:Â Happy weekend.
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The car comes to a stop. It takes you a minute to notice as you reel yourself back to reality. You blink through the tinted window as Merv turns the music down; a song about glory days or something.Â
âHere we are,â he announces and cranes to look back at you, âhave fun, miss.âÂ
âHave fun...â you whisper to yourself in confusion, âwhat? Where do I go?âÂ
He laughs, not mockingly, and he points through the window, âwell, youâll want to go into that restaurant and give them Mr. Barnesâ name. Theyâll sort you out, Iâm sure.âÂ
âOh,â your brows draw together. A restaurant. What?Â
You undo your seatbelt hesitantly and peer out through the glass again. This is strange. Youâve only had a few interviews and most of them were in cramped backrooms or closets. You pull the handle and let yourself out, thanking Merv before you step up on the curb.Â
You shut the car door and hook your bag over your shoulder. You stare up at the restaurantâs marquee. Itâs a bistro of some sort. Upscale by your measure, thought you have little experience beyond chain joints and fast food. The white facade with its tall windows is intimidating as you approach the entrance.Â
As you step inside, youâre all but assured that you donât belong. A woman greets you with a pearly smile, her hair in a wispy bun, as she sports a flowery white dress. You look back and forth as she cradles a tablet in one arm.Â
âDo you have a reservation?â She asks.Â
You look down at yourself. Thatâs a generous assumption. You donât know how sheâs not telling you to leave.Â
âErm, I... I think Iâm looking for someone,â you say, âMr. Barnes?âÂ
âBarnes, yes, party for two,â she taps the screen, âheâs waiting. Wonât you follow me?âÂ
She spins on her heels and strolls away. Sheâs tall and gorgeous, just like the woman at the casino. You peer around and find no less finery and beauty among the staff and diners. The table are all white and polished and the walls are hung with abstract paintings of heaping fruit and bright cocktails. Youâve never seen brunch done so extravagantly.Â
You nearly trip as you look ahead just before you reach the stairs. The hostess climbs ahead of you. You envy her modelesque figure. How is she stuck here? Sheâs breathtaking. She could be in magazines.Â
More importantly, where are you going?Â
Several flights and you emerge into the open air. You've never been on a rooftop. Youâve seen things like these in movies. Thereâs a bar center to the space and tables beneath umbrellas set all about. There is only one diner despite the sunshine. It is strangely desolate for such a warm scene.Â
Youâre led to the only occupied table. Mr. Barnes stands as you near. He wears a pair of teal slacks and a patterned shirt with an open collar. Casual but just as refined as before. It hardly seems like job interview.Â
âDoll,â he greets you with a kiss on the cheek to your surprise. You donât comment on it, it might just be his way. âYou made it.âÂ
âI...â you check your watch, âit was before noon when I got to the casino.âÂ
âThatâs on me,â he insists as he pulls out the chair for you, âI got restless. Changed my mind. Please.âÂ
He gestures to the seat and you accept stiffly, moving your bag into your lap as he tucks the chair in under you. He resumes his seat and looks up at the woman patiently standing to the side, âMelody,â he says, âsheâll have a vodka cran, give me my usual. Thanks.âÂ
âYes, Mr. Barnes,â she replies eagerly.Â
âOh, and the lunch menu,â he returns.Â
She clacks off in her heels as you squirm and clutch your purse. You peer around the rooftop and finally at Bucky. You give a sheepish smile.Â
âThis is a nice place.âÂ
âSure is,â he sits back carelessly. There is no tension in him but your wound tight as a spring.Â
âNever been anywhere like this...â your eyes drift over and you stare at the city skyline.Â
âMade sure we werenât near the edge, doll,â he assures, âI remember youâre not a fan.â He rests a hand on the table, rubbing his index and thumb. âAnd I wanted to have this time alone so my pal did me a favour and cleared the roof.âÂ
âOh, wow.âÂ
âHe owns this place,â he shrugs. âNever got into the restaurant business. Itâs fickle.âÂ
You nod, not knowing what to say. He knows about these things. Obviously, a lot. Youâve never even worked a full-time week of work.Â
âHowâs your sister?â He asks, âI assume you got home safe.âÂ
âYes, er, thank you, again, for doing all that,â you bite your lip and his blue eyes catch the gesture as his eyebrow tweaks. âIâm really sorry she did that.âÂ
âDoll, youâre real sweet apologising for her,â he inclines his head slightly, âbut you gotta worry about yourself, donât ya? Thatâs why youâre here.âÂ
The hostess, Melody, reappears and sets down two glasses. Yours is bright red with a lime on the rim and his is dark, no ice. She lays down a menu in front of each of you and straightens her posture.Â
âI have to get back to the door but Hailee will be up to help you shortly. Our specials today are a goat cheese and beet salad or a brown sugar salmon with seasonal veggies.âÂ
âThanks,â Bucky says as he taps the menu.Â
Melody leaves you again and you bend your neck to read the menu. You look for a price beneath the dishes and find none. That canât be good.Â
âIâm not very hungry,â you sit up straight.Â
âDoll, donât worry about it. Itâs on me,â he circles his hand around his glass, âwhy donât you try your drink? Make sure itâs up to snuff.â He sits forward and lifts his own, âcheers.âÂ
Your hand slips up the condensating glass before you get a grasp on it. You raise it and clink it against his. You bring it to your lips slowly as he does the same, mirroring you as he watches you intently. You gulp and set down the glass as your cheeks strain.Â
âYou donât like it?â He wonders.Â
âNo, I... well, I donât drink much,â you take the cloth napkin and dab your lips.Â
âAh, if thatâs too tart, you can have a look at the cocktails. Some of them are so sweet, you wouldnât know the difference.âÂ
âIâm okay,â you assure him, âso...â you swallow and force out your breath, âabout the job--âÂ
âDamn, doll, Iâm so all over the place lately, I didnât even tell you how good you look.âÂ
âI...â your eyes widen but you quickly wipe away your shock, âthatâs nice. I mean, thank you.â Your voice shakes as you struggle to comprehend the compliment. What do you say? âYou too.âÂ
He smirks, âyeah, you think so?âÂ
âWhat?â Your voice cracks.Â
âYou think I look good?â He combs his fingers through his long hair. Oh god.Â
âYes,â you answer cautiously, âI like your shirt.âÂ
âYouâre adorable,â he snickers and shakes his head, leaning forward once more, bending his arms against the table.Â
âUh...â you peek down at the table and back to him. You canât even blame the sun that youâre about to melt. The umbrella blocks out the bright beacon though a glare comes over the edge. âBucky, sir, Mr. Barnes,â you shuffle through his titles, âthe job. What would that be?âÂ
His brows rise and he brings a hand up to drag over his mouth and beard, his fingers brushing along the trim of his jaw.Â
âThe job,â he repeats as he narrows his eyes, âah,â he lowers his head and presses a fingertip to the menu, âletâs order before we get into all that.âÂ
You look over the menu again then raise your chin, âI appreciate it, but itâs too much, Bucky. I wouldnât want to... waste your money.âÂ
âItâs my money,â he looks at you, âso Iâll decide how I waste it.âÂ
âOh,â your cheeks set alight, âIâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât be,â he tilts his head again, âyouâre just that type of girl. You donât know what it is to be treated so allow me to show you.âÂ
Youâre confused. This is the oddest encounter youâve ever had. You almost feel like itâs a joke. Youâre this poor helpless girl and heâs flaunting how rich and powerful he is. Is there even a job?Â
âIâd feel worse if you didnât eat, so doll, donât step on my toes.âÂ
You chew your cheek and look down again. Thatâs it. Youâll have the cucumber sandwich. Thatâs not too much. It canât be.Â
The waitress arrives, a different woman but just as stunning. She introduces herself as Hailee. Bucky prompts you to order first before he gives his own. As she leaves, you rock slightly in your chair, stilling yourself before you can look weird.Â
âSo... I could clean or... I could learn something--âÂ
âLet me stop your there, doll,â he puts a large hand up, his palm rough and lined. âItâs my turn to apologise. I... havenât been honest with you.âÂ
Your heart drops and you canât help the glimmer in your vision. No. Youâre going to have to go home and tell your mother you failed again. That you wasted her time and gas. You close your eyes and frown.Â
âDoll, doll,â he says and you hear his chair scrape. You open your eyes as he pulls his chair around to sit closer to you, âhey, let me finish here.âÂ
You look him in the eye. Big mistake. You could drown in the blueness. He smirks and rubs your arm.Â
âIâm not... itâs not a job I have to offer you,â he says deliberately, his other hand fluttering on your knee, âI would call it an arrangement. Mutually beneficial.âÂ
You stare at him. Youâre entire being is on fire. You donât understand what heâs saying, more so, you can barely think with him touching you.Â
âBut... I need a job,â you sniffle.Â
He scoffs, not unkindly, âyouâll have money. I know you got a family, your sister, maybe your parents? Economyâs tough, I know it.âÂ
âMoney? For what?âÂ
He squeezes your knee and sits up, draping his arm over the back of your chair as he leans even closer, âfor your company. For yourself.âÂ
âWhat?â Your voice piques sharply. âI donât...âÂ
âLook, letâs take it slow here, alright? Today is the taster. We spend some time together, see how we vibe, and go from there. Now I know you went to a whole lot of trouble to get so nice and pretty for me today,â he coaxes, âand Iâm not gonna waste your time so you wonât go home empty handed. One thousand.âÂ
âThousand?â You breathe.Â
âJust for lunch,â he says, âIâd pay a lot more so Iâm open to bartering.âÂ
âThatâs... a lot...â you mutter.Â
âNothingâs too much for a girl like you,â his fingers dance along your shoulder.Â
âI... I...â you heave each word.Â
âNow donât you freak out,â heâs on the edge of laughing, âdoll, I mean it. Just lunch. You and me. Nothing...â he pulls away from you and puts his hands up, âuntoward.âÂ
He stands and moves his chair back across from you. He sits and pushes his shoulders wide, âI mean it. Letâs get to know each other. I want to know all about you, doll.âÂ
âMe?â You gulp.Â
âYou,â he points over the table, âyou must like music. You went to that concert, didnât ya?âÂ
You nod and curl your shoulders.Â
âWhat kinda music you like?âÂ
âOh, I... old stuff, I guess. Destinyâs Child?â You give a sheepish cringe.Â
âOld school,â he remarks, âI like it. Spice girls too?âÂ
âYeah,â you clamp your lips together.Â
âIâm not teasing ya. I canât lie and say I never turned the radio up when I heard them,â he chuckles, âno judgment. That goes for you too, alright? When you find out how much I like ABBA, you canât giggle.âÂ
Your cheeks dimple as you try not to smile. Itâs hard to imagine him listening to Dancing Queen. You push your shoulders higher and look away.Â
âDonât laugh,â he chides.Â
âI didnât,â you turn back to him.Â
âYeah, youâre too nice, thatâs why,â he purrs, âyou gotta tell me your fave ABBA song.âÂ
You shrug and he squints cynically, âeveryone has one. Come on. Fernando?â You shake your head at his guess. âWaterloo?â Again, no. âMamma Mia?â Nope. âTake a Chance on Me?â No. âAlright, I surrender, tell me.âÂ
âGimme, Gimme, Gimme,â you eke out.Â
âHm, not what I would guess but interesting,â he muses as his eyes wander from your face and back up, âbut I at least knew you had taste.âÂ
He winks and you let out a giggle. Whether your nervous or something else, you canât untangle all your emotions from one another. Yet you do feel a little better, a little lighter. Itâs an unexpected situation but not as bad as you foresaw.Â
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Feeling rainy
Another Dream x female readerÂ
   âHoney, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."
   "I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."
   "Matthew. Leave us."
   "Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."
It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.
The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.
His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.
Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.
 Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.
Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.
And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.
   "Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.
   "I don't wish to talk about it, love."
   "Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."
   "... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."
   "Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"
   "... Maybe."
The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.
It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.
   "She has to cuddle him all the time."
   "Hush."
   "Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."
   "Get out of my library."
All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.
Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.
Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.
Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.
Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.
The Corinthian had a different opinion.
   "You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.
   "What do you mean, like him ?"
   "You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."
Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.
After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.
So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.
It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.
So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.
Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.
While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.
   "My love, you seem distant."
   "Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.
   "... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"
   "No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"
   "I never laugh."
  "Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"
   "... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."
Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable, Â wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.
Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.
"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.
There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.
Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.
Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.
   "I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."
   "Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"
   "Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"
   "Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.
   "I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."
   "Matthew."
   "He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.
The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.
For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.
   "... This is a terrible misunderstanding."
   "Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"
Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.
It was raining.
Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.
Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
   "I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.
   "I hope so."
   "In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."
   "I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.
   "You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."
Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.
   "I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."
   "Dream..."
   "You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."
   "I know."
   "You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."
   "I get it, I..."
   "And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"
So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.
He laughed.Â
And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.
   "My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."
   "Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."
   "Very well."
   "And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."
   "Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."
   "Matthew. Leave us."
   "Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."
Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.
#The Sandman#dream of the endless#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless imagine#dream of the endless fanfiction#morpheus#morpheus x reader#morpheus fanfiction
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Does Mervin wear his cuntiest outfits when he's sent to kill people? Blood is kinda hard to get out of clothes so he might wear something casual, not all that valuable, maybe subpar to his taste, but he's also a pride demon so he might feel like he always gotta slay while slaying people's throats
Oh no.
He'd genuinely have a fit if something valuable got irreparable damage from one of his jobs.
Mervin wears something that can offer him agility and keep him light. Something that can get stained just fine. The clothing items he uses to blend into certain crowds are expendable to Merv.
He spends more time making sure any weapons and gadgets are intricate and beautiful rather than his clothing. The pride has to shine somewhere, and it's usually in method/weapons.
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De on Merv Griffin Star Trek II Promotion
Transcript below.
Merv: Well you saw DeForest in this last scene that we saw appear uh not the docking the- what do you call it? The?
Leonard: Iâm not going to help you.
Merv: Whatever they do with the ship in space to get it going.
Leonard: Weâre taking it out of space dock.
Merv: Taking it out of space-thatâs what you call it?
Leonard: Yes.
Merv: They were taking it out of the space-I thought there were technical words.
Leonard: Space dock is Bones McCoy.
Merv: Going to de-dock. De-dock the spaceship Yeah, yeah.
William: (unintelligible)
Merv: Well this is the young fella who portrays the outspoken shipâs surgeon Doctor Leonard Bones McCoy. Would you please greet DeForest Kelley.
DeForest: First off-
(unintelligible)
DeForest: Yeah. I want to tell you that I have nothing coming out other than Star Trek II except a 75-year-old turtle which just came out of hibernation.
William: Oh my word.
Merv: You wanna talk about it DeForest?
DeForest: Well her name is Myrtle
Merv: Myrtle the Turtle?
DeForest: Myrtle the Turtle which is a very original name of course.
Leonard: He or she?
DeForest: Myrtleâs a she. I gave you remember?
Leonard: Yes I remember.
Merv: And how do you know sheâs 75? Whereâd you peak around?
DeForest: Well a friend of ours gave us the turtle which was shown to a vet and the vet arrived at the age.
William: The rings around the shell.
DeForest: The rings around the shell and weâve had the turtle 10 years and we felt it would be a good thing to have something in the house older than both of us.
Merv: Was the house in an uproar when she came out of hibernation?
DeForest: Just a terrible uproar. It upsets us each spring, itâs a terrible feeling-but Iâm glad sheâs out. But I must tell you something before I forget about it. Iâm so scared, I never do talk shows you know.
Merv: Well weâre delighted youâre here
DeForest: Iâm absolutely a wreck I must tell you
William: You donât like a wreck Leonard-DeForest
Leonard: You look alright.
Merv: You look very relaxed and comfortable.
DeForest: Thank you.
Leonard: Youâre handling it beautifully De.
DeForest: Thatâs what you always tell me.
Merv: Youâve not always been a good guy on film.
DeForest: No, no I havenât.
Merv: You had your years of being the bad guy.
DeForest: Yes indeed. Yes, a great number of them.
Merv: Which is preferred DeForest?
DeForest: I donât know. I spent about 10 years trying to get out of the heavy department. There were a group of us running around at the time, James Coburn, and a guy named Jack Elam, with the crazy eye, and there were about 5 of us that were running from show to show. And I got into this thing, I like them because they really are the most interesting roles I find actually.
Merv: More guts to âem.
DeForest: But then like everything else, I wanted to get out of it. And I had just- I was finding my way out of it, slowly. I had done a film called âRaintree Countyâ in which I got away-he was still a heavy, I kill Lee Marvin in the show.
Merv: That very seldom almost ever happens.
DeForest: But he was a good guy as far as I was concerned. I only kill one guy. But then Eddie Dmytryk put me in a role at Paramount called âWhere Love Has Goneâ and that was not a heavy. Then I went into Star Trek after that and I got into the Doctor McCoy thing.
Merv: And youâve just been a lovely person ever since.
DeForest: Yes, Iâve just been darling.
Merv: Whatâs your most vicious moment on the screen do you feel DeForest?
Leonard: Insulting me.
DeForest: Yes, this is right here.
Leonard: All the time.
DeForest: My situation right here.
Leonard: This is terrible what I have to put up with him.
DeForest: I must tell you about some friends of yours that I do not know personally but on Star Trek one, I went to Australia and New Zealand to do some promo stuff for the film and on the way back I stopped in Hawaii for rest and relaxation. And while there, I was staying at the Kahala Hilton, if youâre familiar with it-
Merv: Very
DeForest: The units that are in the back of the hotel that lead right out to the beach the apartments-
Merv: Oh yeah right out on the-
DeForest: Yes.
Merv: Everyone always fights for those.
DeForest: Â And all we did was sleep we were so you know with the jetlag and the whole thing so I had been down to the pool a couple of times and found that it wasnât too- hi Bob how are you? That it wasnât-thatâs Bob Sallin
Merv: We know. Â
DeForest: Yeah we saw him. You put the camera on him, handsome. We had, Carolyn had not been out of the unit hardly at all and I had wondered out. I went to the swimming pool and I found the usual thing, signing autographs and that sort of thing. And I thought well thatâs no fun so, but I did see this beautiful coral reef running out to sea and I said, âCarolynâ I said âbefore we go back to Californiaâ I said âyou gotta come out, at least walk out on this coral reefâ. So we walked down these steps and there was the grass and then the beach. And as we got to the foot of the stairs this applause, tremendous applause, these people on the beach, started to applaud and I thought âMy God it canâtâ you know this is impossible.
Merv: Well your best performances-
DeForest: Carolyn said âjust ignore it and keep walkingâ. I said âI canât do that.â They just kept applauding and kept applauding. I said âI canât do thatâ I said âI must go and speak to them, at least say hello.â So I walk out there, and here was Don Rickles and his wife.
Merv: Probably coming out of the coral.
DeForest: Thatâs right, out of the coral. Steve and Eydie.
Merv: Oh the whole gang.
DeForest: And Bob Newhart and his wife. I had never met them before. Come to find out theyâre the biggest Trekkies in the world. They had seen the film the night before and they were thrilled with it. The only thing was they Eydie said that she was very unhappy about the theme, the music, and she missed the Star Trek theme. But I had to tell you that because Iâve seen them on your show so many times.
Merv: Oh I know. And I have also been there at the same time they have been at the Kahala.
DeForest: They go there every Christmas.
Merv: And the only fortunate one who is ever there is that dolphin who can swim underwater and get away from Don Rickles. Letâs show another-I canât wait. I figure if I show enough of these clips I wonât have to pay to see the movie.
DeForest: We havenât seen it.
Merv: Oh, well this is where Khan, or âCanâ as the case may be. Richardo âMat-ol-banâ Montalban has killed almost everybody but Captain Kirk. (Note: earlier Shatner was being interview alone, and at one point he pronounced "Wrath" as "Wroth" so Merv and Leonard had been teasing him about his pronunciation .)
DeForest: I see.
Merv: Oh you havenât seen it?
DeForest: No I havenât seen it.
Merv: Is there a doctor in the house?
DeForest: But I see what youâre talking about. Yes, youâve got it here.
Merv: Another scene from Star Trek II. Watch.
When they come back from the clip William talks about Ricardo and then they go to a commercial so I ended it here. The interview continues with Bibi Besch coming out, but I have not been able to find that portion of it.
#deforest kelley#merv griffin#star trek ii: the wrath of khan#interview#poor de#all nervous#so nervous he forgot how long he'd Myrtle#somewhere between 15-19 years at this point#he's still adorable
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Parent Trap AU part 2! told from Robyn and Orpheus' perspective haha. (part 1!)
âLemme see!â
âQuit shovinâ!â
Robyn hovered above Orpheus, forcing the boy to crouch low so they could both poke their heads around the corner to spy on their dads.
Hob and Dream had been dancing around each other all week. Smiling and laughing and even touching each other with more and more frequency (a tap on the shoulder, a hand on the small of the back, even shoes brushing under the table). The twinsâ masterful plan to make Hob and Dream fall in love again seemed to be going well⌠but just before anything earth-shattering happened, anything concrete, the two men seemed to remember themselves and backed away. To the utter bewilderment and anguish of the twins as they retreated back to the drawing board.Â
(Literally. It was a large crayola canvas that Orpheus had in his room to doodle on).
Robyn didnât get it. It was so obvious Dreamâ the father heâd always known existed somewhereâ still had feelings for his dad. It had been hard to tell, in those first couple days pretending to be Orpheus, but once heâd started earnestly asking Dream about Hob, forcing him to recall stories from the past and watching as heâd smile or laugh softly to himself, his gaze far away and misty, it became clear.
But then Dream would shake his head, clearing it, and change the subject.
Robyn and Orpheus had felt that connection between themselves instantly. That zap of recognition like, âAh-ha! We were meant to find one another.â Why was it so difficult for Dream and Hob to see it?
Robyn huffed. Grown-ups.
After briefly parting for a couple days, Robyn found himself back at Orpheus and Dreamâs luxurious home, under the pretence of one last stay to reacquaint themselves to the idea of shared custody or something along those lines, the boys didnât really understand it, but what they did understand, was that their dadâs would be sleeping under the same roof. But only for a few days.
And after chasing Cori out of the house (good riddance, the pompous git. The boys made sure to give him hell), Robyn and Orpheus knew they had to utilise their time well, plotting their biggest scheme yet.
They, along with help from Dreamâs butler, Mervyn, had set up this elaborate dinner thatâ oh no, Robyn and Orpheus wouldnât be able to attend, leaving their parents to dine alone. Orpheus had set the scene: candlelight dinner, serving their dadâs favourite dishes, and (Mervâs idea, bless him for taking interest in the boyâs tomfoolery) soft jazz that would eventually transition into a very special song.
âYouâll see,â Mervyn had winked at the boys as he set up the playlist.Â
Robyn and Orpheus watched now, as their fathers sat down for dinner, perplexed at the absence of their sons (Dream looking exasperated and Hob scanning the room knowingly, biting down a smirk). The table was clearly only set for two people, and Robyn had done a fantastic job (in his opinion) of decorating with candles and flowersâ he had studied that old photograph of their dadâs, copying the layout of the table they sat at there.
Mervyn came out and poured the wine, which is when Dream inquired where Robyn and Orpheus were.
âAfraid they couldnât make it,â is all Mervyn said, as if the boys were very busy, tied up in meetings and paperwork and whatever else grown-ups did.
Hob propped an elbow on the table and let his head fall in the palm of his hand, shaking it slightly and fully smiling now, amused.
Robyn grinned too.
It took them a moment to finally start talking, but they fell into it, eventually. Discussing the boys at first, âlittle trickstersâŚâ pranking Cori, stealing his glasses, setting the dog loose while they had wine and cheese on the terrace, and finally spooking his horse while he and Dream were out riding so the horse galloped wildly into the brush, knocking the ridiculous blond American off his saddle and into the mud.
Hob tried hiding his snickering behind his hand as Dream recanted these events to Hob, but Dream caught him with a woebegone sigh.
âItâs not funny, he sprained his wrist.â
Hob took a deep inhale, gathering himself.
âAfter all that wine and cheese, I hope he shit his pants, too.â
âHob!â Dream snorted inelegantly, slapping a hand over his mouth, which only set Hob off again, laughing in earnest now.
The boys had to move away once they heard the squeaking of their own muffled laughter, both hands over their mouths, wheezing through their teeth.
âYouâre just as bad as them,â Dream finally spoke after the giggles had worn off.
Hob shrugged noncommittally, mischievous grin still on as he took a long sip of his wine.
âYou like it,â he said confidently, eyes sharp.
Dream said nothing, popping a forkful of beet and pear salad into his mouth.
After appetisers was dinner, then dessert. The time ticked away slowly and the boys eventually moved from their vantage point to the kitchen, asking Mervyn how it was going and the butler shooing them out with barely anything to go off of.
But it was going well, as far as the boys could tell. The conversation between Dream and Hob was flowing steadily, Dream giving out his smile more and Hob unable to take his eyes off of him. The grand finale was coming up and Robyn and Orpheus held their breaths as the jazz flittered out and in its place, a violin came up and both Dream and Hob seemed to seize up at the same time.
Orpheus was beginning to think this was a bad idea, especially as his father sat up ramrod straight, his fingers drumming on the table's surface. And Robynâs dad lookedâŚ
Well, he lookedâ tortured, was a pretty close description. His lips had parted and he kept looking between Dream and his own hands, which he had begun wringing out in his lap.
âYouâre just too good to be trueâŚCanât take my eyes off of youâŚâ
A maleâs voice crooned through the speakers, but Robyn and Orpheus paid it no mind as they silently watched their fathers.
Finally Dream met Hobâs gaze and held it. The boys held their breath, too. Wondering what was going to happen now.
âDo you think they know?â Hob asked quietly, so quiet that Robyn barely heard him speak.
âItâs our wedding song, of course they knew,â Dream sighed, casting his gaze up to the ceiling.
It was Hobâs turn to tap his fingers on the table, thinking, and making his mind up about something as he pushed his chair out and stood.
Orpheus took Robynâs arm and shook it as Hob stepped up to Dream, dipping slightly and offering his hand.
âDance with me?â
Dream stared at Hobâs hand, lips parted. Robyn felt himself shaking with the effort to remain calm.
Dream swallowed, Robyn could see from here.
âDo you think this is wise?â he asked in a whisper, eyes flicking up to Hob.
After a moment of tense silence, nothing but the song quietly playing, Hob took a long breath.
âItâs our song, we canât not dance to it.â
And as if that was sound enough logic, Dream carefully took Hobâs hand, fingers elegantly curling around it, and allowed himself to be pulled up and led to a spacious spot away from the table.
Hob took the lead, using his hold on Dreamâs hand to pull him close, the other hand circling his waist and causing Dreamâs eyes to flutter shut as he willingly stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching, his own hand resting on Hobâs shoulder.
Robyn and Orpheus could barely watch now, from this angle. They scooted back out into the hallway to find another spot where they could see more clearly.
The only other option was from above, a loft directly above the dining room which was Dreamâs study, a place Orpheus wasnât allowed to be in by himself, but he figured this was a good enough excuse to break that rule.
Orpheus led the way, quiet tiptoeing turning into a full blown sprint up the stairs and around the corner, shushing themselves as they got to the door of his father's office and quietly pushed it open. The music was louder up here, closer to the speakers that hung from the ceiling, so they wouldnât be able to hear their fathers if they spoke, but they could properly spy on them now without being seen or heard.
Robyn followed Orpheusâ lead and crouched down, crawling forward on his tummy and poking his head out through the railing and peeking below.
Dream and Hob were still swaying to the music, just as close and eyes open, gaze locked to each other. They had picked up momentum now that the song was more than halfway over, the second chorus coming in with trumpets and bringing the rhythm up to something more infectious, more daring as Hobâs grip around Dreamâs waist circled around the small of his back, holding him tighter as he began to spin them around the room.
Dreamâs long legs kept up as Hob visibly loosened up, leading them in an informal waltz. Robyn caught his dadâs wide, toothy smile every time he turned and he could see his face clearly. His eyes seemed to sparkle.Â
Orpheus nudged Robyn. âIâve never seen my father smile like that.â
Robyn had noticed that Dream was smiling, too. But it was lips only, parting every now and then, like he was holding it back, biting his bottom lip afterwards to keep it at bay. But his eyes lit up in a way that was almost unrecognisable, focused solely on Hob.
Hobâs hand on Dreamâs waist dropped, taking his other hand suddenly and taking a step back, turning Dream in his hold so his back was against Hobâs front, and spun him out, Dream following along with a surprised yelp and laughter that the boyâs heard from their vantage point.
When Hob pulled Dream back in, they were closer than before, chests flush together and noses bumping fleetingly.Â
The song was coming to an end, fading out as Hob and Dream slowed in their dancing to a standstill.Â
Orpheus gasps next to Robyn. âTheyâre gonna kiss.â
âShh!â Robyn bumped his elbow to his brotherâs side.Â
The boys held their breath as the song finally ended and another one started, instrumental jazz again. The men stood so Robyn and Orpheus could see both of them from the side, watching with bated breath as Hob brought up Dreamâs left hand and kissed the knuckles, eyes glued to Dreamâs.
Hob said something, his lips moving, unable to make out from here, but Robyn could see how Dreamâs eyes widened as Hob dropped his hold on the other hand, moving his up to cup the side of Dreamâs face.
Hob leaned in, agonisingly slow, eyes half-lidded.Â
And was met with Dream turning his face away, so not even the boys could see what expression he gave off.
Hobâs head dipped, defeat radiating off him, his forehead resting solemnly on Dreamâs temple.
Robyn had to bite his tongue to hold back the groan of frustration that bubbled up in his throat. All Orpheusâ and his hard work!
Dream swallowed again, his jaw twitching, saying something, to which Hob shook his head, finally dropping his hands and ripping himself away.
âHob, Iâm sorryâŚâ the words barely made it up to the twinâs ears, spoken by Dream, broken and thick.
Hob shook his head again, a painful, false smile plastered onto his face as he took another step back, then another, putting more and more distance between them.
âNoâŚâ Orpheus bemoaned, sitting up slightly. âWhatâs happening?â
Hob said something, quiet, before finally turning around and walking out of the room.
A long, heavy moment permeated the air, made doubly awkward as the music continued to play.
Dream stood, wrapping his arms around his middle.
And the boys simultaneously rolled onto their backs, staring blankly up to the ceiling.
So they missed the way Dream wiped a hand over his eyes, took a steadying inhale, and ran after Hob.
#dreamling#hob x dream#i had so much fun writing this one#i can't keep them away much longer hehe#also yes. Hob and Dream's wedding song is 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You'#by Engelbert Humperdinck#this is syrupy sweet and i regret nothing#my writing#dreamling parent trap au
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All Yours
Summary: You and Morpheus were separated for a while to complete different tasks to help the Dreaming. Then, by luck, you run into each other. And quickly realize you canât keep your hands off of each other. But, Morpheus soon learns something else about you, something you never showed until now - just how much you love making him yours.
Word Count: ~2.7k
Reader: Fem
Warnings: Teasing/flirting, heavily implied smut but no deeds (sub!Morpheus, possessive kink, light choking, dirty talk, very light exhibition)
Requested by a beautiful anon
MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY
In the labyrinthian hallway, its high vaulted ceilings stretched far into the heavens, and its handcrafted stone carvings were all markings of elegance. Twists and turns veered off left and right, and strangely - noted only with a keen eye - hidden passages curved downward or upward to unknown places. All of it mysterious, all of it enchanting. Yet, a figure darted through the halls ignoring all its wonders and secrets.
You.
You, in your haste, mumbled to yourself and focused only on your given tasks. Your footsteps mixed with your incoherent mumbling bounced off the extravagant archways, echoing throughout. Only you and your chaotic thoughts. Your fingers danced in the air as you recounted your mental to-do checklist.
Morpheus - reluctantly, after your constant asking - agreed to your help in maintaining the Dreaming. You assigned yourself with menial, odd end jobs; simply anything to lessen Morpheusâs load. And frankly, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed helping him and those around, and also enjoyed the added bonus of him returning to you sooner. He was no longer exhausted, trying to sneak into your shared bedroom under the veil of night. Now, most of his time could be given to you.
Currently, you were on a hunt. A window had shattered in the library, spilling shards everywhere. An accident, truly. Dreamers were unpredictable and always enthralled by what the Dreaming could offer. A few things may be unfortunately damaged along the way. So, you were searching, somewhat frantically, for Merv to ask if he could lend you a broom.
âMerv said he would be âŚâ
Your voice trailed off as you desperately tried to recall where the elusive pumpkin man was hiding. You groaned, taking another turn down the palace hall. Hopefully, or by pure luck, you could run into him.
Luck, instead, brought you someone else.
Morpheus, from out of a hidden passage, stepped out. Your muttering easily caught his ears in the empty hall. Turning his head, he saw your retreating figure. His heart immediately soared, like an infatuated child seeing their school crush. Only a few hours apart and he ached for you - craved you.
He walked - floated - towards you, drawn in by your infectious gravitational pull. His original task was forgotten.
Morpheusâs hand glided across your back, drawing your attention. You perked up, turning your head. Confusion, written so plainly on your face, melted away. The tension in your shoulders instantly dropped. You smiled, wide and beautiful, at him. Your eyes shone with an overflowing love. The world - for a brief moment, just as your eyes connected - was rosy and perfect.
Morpheusâs heart seized at the sight of you. He kissed your cheek. âHow are you, my love?â
âIâm good - better now that you are here.â
He chuckled, softly.
Your smile widened. When Morpheus laughed, rarely does it happen, it was a chorus of angels: sweet, melodic, and uplifting. You reached over, cupping his cheek. He leaned into your touch. He turned his head, pressing his lips into the palm of your hand. Oh, how such a simple touch lit a fire inside of you.
You leaned towards him, kissing him passionately.
He hummed.
His lips, soft and rich, moved expertly against yours. It was a perfect meld. His hands cupped your face, bringing you closer. You smiled against his lips. Your hands snaked up, threading into his dark locks - which always called out to you to tug on them. He carefully backed you up against the wall, tucked between two columns out of sight.
You hummed as your back thumped into the hard surface.
His hands wandered down your body, to your waist. He pressed himself into you, trapping you against him. His lips slowly pulled away as you eagerly chased after him. He smiled lovingly. You returned the smile, unable to hide your happiness or love. He dipped his head, and began kissing down your neck.
You sighed deeply. Your hands, still entangled in his hair, tugged on the ends. He hummed, burying his face into your neck.
So long. It had been too long, he thought.
It had been.
You both had been busy these past days - weeks. He missed you, he missed you more than he could articulate.
You tugged his hair, repeating the simple act, but a little harder this second time. He groaned, and gripped your hips white knuckling them. Thrilled by his needy sounds, you bit back a giddy smile. You pulled on his hair once more, and pulled until his face was out from hiding in the crook of your neck. A low moan tumbled off his beautiful rosy lips. His endless sky blue eyes twinkled, excited.
Your heart skipped.
Your hands skimmed down his chest, and pushed him. You easily flipped Morpheus around. Now, his back was pressed up against the wall with you blocking his escape. Surprise passed over his features - a quick jump of his brows. You only smiled, one filled with devious plans.
Morpheusâs chest heaved. His breathing matched your own; or dare you say more erratic as anticipation flooded through his body. Your eyes landed on his parted lips. So enticing, so wondrous. Your gaze flickered back up. Morpheusâs skin buzzed. Your eyes were filled with an undeniable hunger. His heart fluttered in his chest, like a hummingbird needing to escape from its cage. Oh, but he wouldnât want to. He was happily pinned down, happily pinned to the wall.
You dipped your head, just as he did only seconds ago. Your lips barely skimmed over his neck, a feathery touch. He didnât fight or protest. He immediately gave himself over. His head fell to the side, giving you easier access.
You smiled against his skin. You started to pepper kiss over his neck, tantalizingly slow. A test.
A tease.
Morpheus sighed as his eyes fluttered closed.
Encouraged by his soft sounds and willingness, you started to be more demanding and suck at his marble crafted skin. The thrill of marking him, here and now, enticed you greatly. Your love bites were to be shown off for all of the Dreaming to see. He was yours, only you could do this to him.
Your teeth grazed over his skin and gently nipped at him.
He let out a breathy moan.
You smirked. You continued, littering his neck with your work - sucking, biting at his neck, and soothing any pains with your hypnotic tongue. You even worked your way to the other side of his neck; nothing would go untouched by you.
Morpheusâs breathing was becoming more and more labored, coming out in short bursts. His hands latched back onto your hips, needing to hold onto you. His fingers dug into you, definitely bruising you as you were bruising him. He drew you close, bucking his hips against yours. The tiny friction was electrical, dizzying.
Oh, how he loved this.
To be at your mercy.
To be yours.
You pulled away, much to Morpheusâs dismay. A predatory smile crossed over your lips. Morpheusâs typically perfect pale skin was now covered in blemishes, blemishes of your doing.
âWell, donât you look pretty,â you whispered sultry.
Morpheusâs droopy eyes flickered open, glancing up at you. Never, never in all the time he knew you, did he expect this. You never said anything before. But, oh he loved this delicious surprise. You ran a finger over his bruised neck. A faint hum of pain coursed through him. Pain which morphed into pleasure. He shivered under your delicate touch.
âWhatâs the problem, my sweet king?â Your smirk grew. âTalk to me.â
Before he could speak, your hand flew down cupping his growing bulge.
His head dropped forward onto your shoulder. A whimper, an unbelievable needy whine, fell from his lips. He let out a shaky low breath.
How did you do this to him? How was he rendered into such a state?
Dream of the Endless, King of Nightmares, was at a mortalâs mercy. Every touch set a uncontrollable fire of want and need under his skin. He could feel himself burning from the inside out because of you. Your lips pulled out such carnal desires from him - desires not even his dear sibling could create. Your hands, your light nimble fingers, mapped out his body knowing how to make him sing, to make the world know who he belonged to.
You were his destruction and savior.
âMorpheus,â you purred. âAnswer -â
Footsteps echoed.
You whipped away from Morpheus. You peered around the large column to see a shadow casted on the walls and slowly approached you. As the figure walked forward, the iconic round head and orange hue signified it was Mervyn - the person you wanted to find minutes ago before this exciting turn of events. You quickly glanced back at Morpheus. His glassy, dazed, eyes sharpened slightly at the sound. He tried to move - possibly to see who it was and to promptly remove himself from this somewhat embarrassing situation. Yet, you clamped a hand over his mouth, and kept him in place.
âDonât.â You whispered, sternly.
He froze.
He obliged to your command. With one word, he was rooted in place.
You casually - or as nonchalant as possible - stepped out into view as Merv walked up. Morpheus was completely hidden behind the column, and you appeared to be leaning on it as if you stopped to have a rest. Your hand tucked around the column stayed on Morpheusâs mouth, not wishing to let go.
The pumpkin man cocked his head. âUh, hey there, (Y/N). I didnât see you there.â
âHey, Merv,â you smiled, picture perfect. âYou are actually the exact person I was looking for.â
Mervâs face scrunched together. âYou were? Why?â
As you began to tell Merv the minor incident that occurred in the library, your hand slowly, inch by inch, crept down from Morpheusâs mouth to around his beautifully sculpted neck. Instantly, Morpheus craned his head back. Once again, he gave himself over. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale.
Upon hearing him, you gently squeezed. A firm warning: not a single sound.
Morpheus bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed down his growing and apparent desperation.
Merv sighed, âAlright, Iâll go clean it up.â
âOh, no, you donât have to do that. I would be more than happy to do so, I would just need a broom and a pan,â you cheerfully replied.
Morpheusâs heart sank. You would leave him? Leave him in such a desperate state? A faint, barely notable, whine hummed in the back of his throat.
But, you noticed.
You squeezed his neck - his second warning. His hands flew up and wrapped around your wrist. He needed to touch you, to find ground in his dizzying euphoric state. He carefully removed your hand from his neck, which you allowed - mostly curious as to what he was doing. He brought your hand to his lips, and peppered up your wrist with delicate kisses. It was his way of saying he needed you.
He needed you now.
The only sign you gave was a smile - a minuscule twitch of the corner of your lips.
âIf you say so,â Merv huffed. âLess work for me the better. Here I can show you where I keep my stuff.â
âActually, could you just drop it off in the library? There are a few other things I need to do, something small on my way to the library.â
Merv squinted his eyes as his lips puckered in thought, then he just nodded. âOkay.â He spun around, walking back where he came from. âAnd you and the boss better not make a mess because I am not cleaning that up.â
Morpheus flinched.
You, however, laughed. âWill do, Merv. Thanks.â
You slid back in front of Morpheus, like the serpent ready to tempt. Your eyes darkened. The air was knocked out of Morpheusâs lung. One look and he was ready to fall to his knees, to grant you your wish. You grabbed Morpheusâs face, drawing him close to you. âLetâs take this elsewhere, my sweet king.â Your lips brushed over his. âBefore we upset Merv.â
A couple hours later, Morpheus strolled through the hallways of the winding castle. He was on his way to his studies, or specifically to the beach to work on his new dreams and nightmares. You, on the other hand, had left, making your way to the library to clean up the mess among completing a few other tasks on your list.
Your lips, the memory of it, still ghosted over his skin. It haunted him. His fingers traced over his neck, feeling the tenderness. He laughed once through his nose. You were devious.
âI donât think I ever mentioned how much I loved seeing you like this.â You murmured, as you straddled him. Your fingers delicately traced over his bruised neck, and down his bare chest where new marks rose. âI did this.â
His chest rumbled as he chuckled. âYes, you did, my love.â
You bent down, skimming your lips over his. âYouâre all mine.â
His hands cupped your face, kissing you. Muttering against your lips, he said, âI am.â
Morpheus was so enwrapped with his memories, with your lingering touches, that he failed to notice Matthew soaring towards him.
âHey, boss?â
Morpheus blinked, snapping himself out of those pleasant thoughts. He glanced up to see Matthew descend, landing on his shoulder. âHello, Matthew,â Morpheus greeted.
Matthew had something to tell the King of Dreams, however his thoughts quickly vanished at the sight of Morpheusâs spotted bruised neck. Matthew snickered, âDid you have some fun, boss?â
Morpheusâs brows knitted together, only to smooth out as realization hit. A passive, almost annoyed, look was painted over his steely features. âWe are adults here, Matthew.â
Matthew ignored the obvious irritated look Morpheus was giving him. âSure, but weâre not animals - well, most of us arenât. And she got you good, sir.â Matthewâs tone said it all, he was gleefully happy to poke at the Endless.
Morpheus rolled his eyes.
âNow, I understand why Merv was in a mood earlier. He was mumbling about the two of you.â Matthew chuckled. âPoor guy probably saw too much.â
Morpheus stayed silent, unwilling to indulge Matthew.
âDo you want some ice, sir? It might help.â
âI can assure you, Matthew, I am perfectly fine.â
Matthew hummed, âUh-huh, I bet you are. Probably a lot better now.â
âAnd what are you implying?â Morpheus turned his head, eyeing the raven.
Matthew cocked his head, his eyes twinkled with mischief. âImply it however you want, sir.â
Morpheus huffed, turning his head. âDo you not have something better to do?â
âI did.â Matthew settled, lowering himself onto Morpheusâs shoulder, content to take place here instead. âBut, I canât remember.â
âOf course,â Morpheus mumbled to himself.
Morpheus continued to stroll down the hall, with a chirper Matthew babbling on his shoulder. He could send the pesky raven elsewhere, but in all honesty he didnât mind the jokes. All he could think of was hours ago.
âYouâre all mine.â
He was yours, and he didnât want anyone to think otherwise.
And speaking of the devil, you popped up around a corner carrying a broom and pan. You were trying to find Merv again, or find where to put his supplies. It was deja vu all over again. But, you had a sinking feeling Merv didnât wish to be near you anytime soon.
Your embarrassment, on the other hand, was far and few. You would happily do it all over again.
Glancing around, your eyes landed on the pair. You smiled at them. Morpheusâs face instantly lit up, he returned the smile. A change which Matthew noted and chuckled to himself.
Morpheus ignored him like he had been.
Your eyes dropped, stealing a glance at his marked neck. Your smile widened and you shook your head. As you walked up to them, you said in a sly remark, âYou have a little something on your neck, my king.â
âDo I?â Morpheus smiled, pleased to play along with your banter. âHow odd.â
You chuckled.
Matthew glanced between the two of you, unable to believe he was witnessing any of this. âShould I leave you two?â He joked.
You laughed, shaking your head. âNo, you donât have to. I actually wanted to ask if either of you happen to know where Merv is or where I can put his stuff?â
âDown the hall. Two lefts then a right, second door on the right.â Morpheus answered.
You beamed. âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome, my love.â
You started to walk by. You looked to Morpheus then to Matthew, still comfortably perched on his shoulder. Your smile changed into a little smirk, âAnd Matthew be nice to him, heâs clearly hurt.â
#the sandman#Morpheus#dream of the endless#sandman morpheus#sandman dream#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#morpheus x fem!reader#dream x reader#dream x you#dream x fem!reader#fem!reader#smut
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[FIC] On the Edge of a Waking Dream
Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling (Hob x Dream) Rated: M Word Count: 3914 Tags: MonsterFucktoberBingo 2023, Dreamling Nation House of Horrors 2023, human Dream, ghost Hob, modern day setting, main character death, technically, is Hob a main character, the prompt is ghost so not DEAD-dead regardless, ghost character, ghost sex, sex toys, anal sex, suicidal ideation, unconventional happily-ever-after, these tags are a very mixed bag, angst in my lighthearted ghost story?, it's more likely than you think, brief appearance by Daniel Hall, brief appearance by Merv
Additional Warning: There is a conversation toward the end that dips into the subject of suicidal ideation. If you need to avoid it, it's the section that begins "Would that I could stay here forever, with you" - skip that whole section and you'll be good.
Notes: Title taken from I'll Be There, by Escape Club, 1991. This song has been on my Ficcable Songs list for more than two decades and finally I've done something with it. I'mâŚeugh. I think this would be better served as a longfic, but I'm. Not doing that. I'm happier with this now than I was with the initial draft, and that's good enough.
This covers Smoctober Day 9 prompt 'ghost', the Monsterfucktober square for 'ghost', and the Dreamling Nation House of Horrors prompt 'ghost'
Summary: Dream never believed in ghosts until his boyfriend became one
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~~~ Dream never believed in ghosts.
But then, his boyfriend became one.
Hob, his brash and boastful beautiful Hob, who'd talked of marriage once they were done with university, who'd laughed at the notion of dying and proudly declared he'd live forever. Hob, who had sworn to never leave him, had promised to be there for him always.
The universe had other ideas, unfortunately, but Hob was nothing if not adaptable.
~~~ Dream turned the key in the lock of their shared flatâjust his flat, now, he supposedânumb and empty inside after the funeral. Debating the merits of crying in the shower vs going straight to bed (not their bed, not anymore) and crying himself to sleep, he pushed open the door.
The lights flicked on all by themselves.
All of the lights, in every room of the flat.
Which was disconcerting, but he was tired, and emotionally drained, and made a mental note to check with the property manager about the wiring just in case.
The electric teakettle clicked on when he entered the kitchen; convenient, as he had intended a cup of chamomile before trying to sleep, but he added the oddity to his mental note for tomorrow. Tea in hand, he leaned against the counter, gathering the static in his mind to keep from focusing with any clarity on the loss clawing his insides hollow.
When his laptop on the corner desk powered itself on, he nearly dropped his tea. With mounting apprehension he watched as the computer logged him in andâŚopened Spotify? Then the music started, an old song he knew well, and the apprehension turned to disbelief.
Don't be afraid, oh my love I'll be watching you from above And I'd give all the world tonight, To be with you
"This is absolutely my song," Hob had said once when it came on. "Guy loved his partner so much he refused to go when death came for him? That'd be me."
"I thought you planned to live forever?" Dream had teased, gently, and Hob had grinned.
"Well yeah, that is the plan. But if it turns out I can't, thenâŚsticking around as a ghost, that's my contingency plan." His smile had turned warm, tender, and he'd brushed a knuckle down the side of Dream's face. "I've got to see you're getting on okay if I'm gone, haven't I?"
Because I'm on your side, And I still care I may have died, But I've gone nowhere Just think of me, And I'll be there
"Hob," Dream whispered, tears welling, something like hope sticking in his throat, and the lamp on the desk flickered. "Is that you?"
The lamp blinked out and back on, twice, and Dream let out a sob. 'Twice' had always been their non-verbal and discretionary code for affirmation, blinking or shoulder taps or hand squeezing, and the warm sense of relief that poured over Dream at this confirmation was overwhelming. "HobâŚhow is this possible? Am I losing my grip on reality?"
The wireless mouse moved, waggled side to side in a clear imitation of shaking one's head 'no'.
"How is this possible," Dream murmured again, turning over and over the idea that ghosts could be real, that Hob could be one. "You died; I buried you. How can you be here?"
The mouse moved in a slow deliberate arc, sketching the shape of a heart.
Oh, there's no need to cry Just think of me, And I'll be there
Dream's throat closed up and he let out a sound half-laugh, half-sob as the song soared into its final chorus.
The mouse scooted across the desk, nudged the box of tissues closer.
Hob had so often talked about taking care of him; Hob had promised to never leave him.
Hob had, apparently, refused to go when Death came for him. "You were always a man of your word," Dream murmured, sniffling through a smile, and the light in the kitchen flickered happily.
~~~ Living with a ghost was surprisingly easy to adjust to, once he accepted the reality of it. He always had someone to talk to, and they quickly discovered that the notes app on his phone, or his computer, was a viable conduit for Hob to talk back when he felt like it. Dream's earbuds were always charged, his music library always managed to pull up exactly the right song for his mood, he never had to worry about whether he'd left the lights or the stove on and, annoyingly, his phone and computer always turned off at exactly the hour Hob had insisted on for a decent sleep schedule. But in all honesty, healthier sleep habits were a fair price to pay for having Hob back in some form when Dream had thought him lost.
Hob looked after him, made sure he kept living and thriving, and Dream threw himself into researching ghosts and spirits and how to attune oneself to them. Herbs and alignments and meditative practices, Dream tried them all and little by little, the more he learned, the more he began to feel the physical presence of Hob in their flat. A breath, a scent, a diffuse sense of warmth and calm, an overall impression that this was home and Hob was here.
~~~ "What was it like, dying?" he asked one day, during a lull in his research. He minimized the webpage and brought up the notes app. "If you don't mind talking about it, that is." He trusted Hob to tell him otherwise; communicating and respecting boundaries had always been easy between them. The cursor started moving a couple seconds later.
It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference.
Dream burst out laughing at that, the terrible hiccuping bray that Hob had adored, and a little old-school smiley emote appeared on the screen. But before Dream could draw breath to quote the next line back to Hob (You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death??), the cursor was moving again.
Kidding. Not much to tell. Was a lady there, kind face, beautiful wings. Held out her hand, and I knew if I took it I'd never see you again. So I refused.
"And you were permitted to justâŚsay no?"
Lady gave me a sad smile, said I couldn't go back; told her I couldn't go forward, either, not if it meant leaving you. When I promised I would never.
Dream could feel his eyes welling up and blinked, swallowed the lump in his throat.
She let me stay in between. Not perfect, but I don't have to leave. Can't leave you.
"I love you," Dream said, voice wavering. "I love you, Hob, I miss you but I'm so glad I still have youâ" A little sob escaped, his eyes spilling over.
Death cannot stop true love, Hob typed then, in swooping pink script on the screen, and Dream could only smile through his tears as he answered.
"All it can do is delay it for a little while."
~~~ Dream kept seeking knowledge and Hob kept developing proficiency in being a ghost, more practice in interacting with the world and making himself known; soon enough Dream could genuinely feel Hob there, physicallyâa wisp of air against his skin, the phantom brush of lips to his temple, a full-body shiver of warmth when drifting off to sleep. He'd feel Hob like an embrace from behind while fixing his breakfast, while practicing his cello, while showering. Sometimes he would touch himself under the spray, stroke it to hardness and feel, unmistakably, the wispy grip of Hob's hand over his, the faint nudge of a phantom prick against his arse, an invisible mouth laving kisses to the back of his neck.
"You can manipulate any electronics, right?" he asked one evening, and when the lamp on his bedside table dimmed and brightened twice in the affirmative, he undressed and brought out the vibrator he had purchased the day before, knelt over on the bed, pressed the toy into his slick and opened body. "Then please, Hobâbe with me, like this, have me, I still wantâ"
The toy jumped to life with a buzz and Dream gasped, shifted, rocked his hips as Hob cycled through every power setting and vibration pattern until he found the combination that made Dream shiver and squirm and grasp helplessly at the bedsheets, surrounded by the not-quite-there feeling of Hob draped over him, fingers twined with his, lips soft at the back of his neck as he surrendered to the onslaught of sensation.
He drifted off to sleep afterward with a soft smile on his face, the feel of Hob's arms around him and Hob murmuring "G'night, dove, I'll keep you safe" in his ear.
When he woke, the whisper of revelation was stirring at the back of his mind but it didn't click until he heard a soft "Good morning, beautiful" in Hob's dear voice and sat bolt upright, duly stunned.
"Hob! You can talk!?"
Nothing, for an instant, and then, still soft: "Dream? Can youâŚyou can hear me now?"
"Yes!" he cried, overjoyed, and let the tears stream down his face as he heard Hob's happy laughter surrounding him, disembodied but bright and brilliant, for the first time in months.
~~~ Together they continued their studies, carefully experimenting with ways to thin the veil between worlds safely and securely. Hob's physical presence got stronger, more tangible as the days passed. His touch was never cold like so many sources claimed; it was warm, like lifting one's face to the morning sun in the first days of Spring, like the comfort of snuggling into the blankets on a winter evening.
Nothing about his Hob could ever be cold.
All his studies indicated that a ghost attaining visibility took time, and strength of will from the spirit, and 'openness' on the part of the livingâwhich Dream had interpreted as willingness to believe that one might see a ghost. He did believe, wholeheartedly, knew without a doubt that Hob was still here with him and would eventually be ghost enough to manifest visibly.
It happened one night when Dream was drifting between awake and asleep; there, in that liminal state, he caught a glimpse of Hob for just an instant. It stole his breath, the sight of Hob before him again after all this time; Hob smiled at him, blindingly beautiful, and then he faded out and Dream woke, eyes wet, his own smile soft on his face.
"Hob?" he called, barely more than a murmur, and immediately the warm comfort of Hob's arms around him took hold.
"'M here," came Hob's disembodied voice, close to his ear. "Did you see me there, in between?"
"Yes," Dream breathed, emotion swelling within him. "You were. So beautiful. How I've missed the sight of you, Hobâ" He turned, wanting to burrow into the warmth of Hob beside him, knowing there was nothing really there enough to accommodate his want.
"Sweet talker," Hob said, and then there were soft insubstantial lips touching his and Dream sighed into the phantom kiss, arching, reaching. Invisible fingertips traced his jaw, touched his throat, trailed down and brushed a nipple and Dream let a needy sound spill from him.
"Hob," he pleaded, keyed up, wanting, and felt more than heard the way Hob hummed in reply. And then the suggestion of a leg was pushed between his, urging him over onto his back and hands were stroking feather-light down his sides, a ghostly mouth moving beneath his ear. Dream whimpered, kicked free of the bedclothes, hooked his thumbs in his pajama bottoms and wriggled fluidly to get them down and off, laid back and spread his limbs and gave himself over to the slow sensual stoking of his pleasure.
Hob took his time as much by design as necessity, needing focus and intent to manage physical touch but also clearly delighting in the leisurely build of driving Dream higher and higher. He was skilled at it, also, had Dream trembling and moaning long before his ghostly tongue touched Dream's prick. It was hard, leaking, and Dream rocked into the wispy sensation of Hob's mouth around him, Hob's hands caressing the insides of his thighs, Hob's fingertips tracing intimately along the creases of his body.
Hob's touch was exquisite, erotic, and Dream was certain that with hours to enjoy it he would surely reach climax, but neither of them had that sort of patience just now. "Get the vibe, sweetheart," Hob said at last, and Dream scrambled to comply, retrieving it from the bedside drawer. "Open yourself up for me, need to watch you come undoneâ"
Breathless, Dream lubed the toy and pushed it in, bore down and gripped it tightly in anticipation, knees raised, waiting for Hobâ
The toy turned on and Dream's head lashed back as sudden pleasure poured through him. "There you are," he vaguely heard Hob murmur, "my darling beautiful Dreamâ"
One day, Dream vowed, shaking as Hob cycled the toy into the perfect pulsing intensity that made him writhe and wail, one day, he would come from Hob's ghostly touch alone.
~~~ They met in waking dreams again, and again, each meeting strengthening their connection, anchoring them securely to one another across the veil. "Oh, my love, my precious dove," Hob murmured, when they managed to hold onto one another for more than a second, and then Hob's mouth was pressed against his, opening, warmâ
He woke to the feel of Hob kissing him still, only less substantial, but as he opened his eyes, he caught a soft glimmer of Hob's face above him, hazy, barely there, and his heart skipped a beat.
"I can see you," he murmured against phantom lips, not daring to blink, breath heldâbut Hob drew back in surprise, in excitement, and his faint image flickered out. Dream sighed and let his eyes fall closed once more. "We'll keep trying. Come kiss me again?"
~~~ "Would that I could stay here forever, with you," Dream lamented, drifting on the edge of waking up, curled into Hob's embrace.
He felt the way that Hob went still and tense.
"You seem the most real here," he explained, "and I am. So tired, of not being able to properly touch you. Except here."
"I'm getting better at being substantial out there," Hob said, a very careful edge in his voice. "Be patient, dove, we'll get there."
"Or I could simply sleep forever, and never be without you again."
"You aren't without me now. I'm not going anywhere, Dream. You have me. Forever. What you're talking about isâ" Hob stopped abruptly, unwilling to voice the thought.
"I know." Dream couldn't bring himself to look Hob in the eye, mumbled into the familiar comfort of Hob's hairy chest instead. "I wonder, sometimes, ifâŚit might be worth it."
Hob vanished, and it was a sharp enough jolt that Dream woke completely.
Every light in the flat was flickering madly as Dream stumbled ouf of the bedroom; the smoke and CO detectors were screeching their alarm, his laptop sounding some kind of alert and the air conditioning unit in the window powering off and on repeatedly.
"Hob!" Dream tried to raise his voice above the din. "Hob, stop!"
The teakettle started up a sustained whistle and then Spotify kicked in with some metal band he couldn't immediately name, thrashing guitars and guttural screaming vocals, and Dream had to cover his ears. "Hob! HOB!"
It was another full minute of this cacophony, and then abruptly everything stopped. Plunged back into grey morning dimness and silence, Dream took a steadying breath, two.
"âŚHob?" His voice, when it came, was small and tentative.
The kitchen light flickered sullenly, twice.
"Hob. I don'tâŚI'm notâ" He floundered; the words weren't coming.
"C'mere." He felt the swoop of Hob rushing past him, and followed him back to the bedroom. "C'mere," Hob repeated, from the bed, and Dream crawled up to sit against the headboard. The faint sense of Hob's arm settled around his shoulders and Dream felt the inevitable tears welling up.
"Sorry for throwing a tantrum," Hob's voice said, low and soft with sincerity. "It's just. You scared me. What you said." Dream felt lips brush his hair, holding there in a desperate approximation of a kiss.
"I know." Dream blinked, and the tears spilled over. "I don't mean it, butâŚ"
"But it's crossed your mind."
Dream wiped his eyes. "Yes."
"I stayed to see you live your life, not to take it away from you." Hob's voice was shaky now, as if he was also cryingâcould ghosts cry?âand Dream could feel Hob's other arm across his chest, Hob holding him close, clinging to him. "DreamâI love you, I love you so much. And you have everything ahead of you. Please, please don't start thinking you're better off giving it all up. We don't even know if you'd wind up same as meâ"
Dream closed his eyes, breathed slow and even. It was not that he wished, particularly, to die; it was simply that he wished to be with Hob more than he wanted anything else.
Except, perhaps, to not bring Hob pain or distress.
"IâŚam an amateur, at these occult studies," Dream said at last, eyes still closed. "It will take a lifetime of research and learning to ensure that I can share in your afterlife, that I will not leave you behind. I will need to live a very long life, to be. Certain."
"âŚYes," came Hob's voice, steadier now but still with a trembling edge of wariness underneath. "Yes. You will."
"And I will need your help. To research, but also to remind me to eat, to buy groceries, to go to bed on time."
"Of course. You'll have it, anything and everything I can do to help. Promise me you won't give up."
"Hob," Dream breathed, because he had opened his eyes, and Hob was glimmering faintly there beside himâvisible, if only just. "Hobâ"
"Promise," Hob interrupted, lifting his head to look Dream in the eye, and Dream could see the exact second when he realized Dream was not looking through him, but at him.
"I will live to be ninety, I promise," he said, a little bit breathless, a little wrung out, very much elated. "Hob, I can see youâ"
The smile on Hob's face, the way he glowed with joy, pushed every other thought from Dream's head, and when Hob leaned in for an ecstatic-if-still-a-touch-watery kiss, Dream's heart soared at how easily they connected.
~~~ Hob's visual manifestation in the waking world grew more and more frequent as the days went on, steadier, more solid in appearance. Strong emotion, they confirmed, was an excellent catalyst and soon enough he could maintain a weak-but-persistent shade, always a bit more distinct from the corner of Dream's eye than straight on. The more he practiced the better he got, at being both visually and tangibly solid, holding his presence, managing touch. Dream never minded that he always remained a bit transparent; he was there, still here, still with Dream, to whom he had promised forever.
~~~ "Still mine?" Hob asked many years later, float-lying half on top of him in bed, idly combing through the emerging greys of his hair, and Dream smiled.
"I can't imagine ever being anyone else's," he breathed, lifting a hand to touch Hob's face. He still had to be careful, to focus; it was all too easy for his hand to go right through Hob which was disconcerting for them both. But he was very good at it by now, and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Hob's ear tenderly. "I don't want to be anyone else's."
"You don't have to be," Hob promised, drifting up to look down into his eyes. "I'm here, I'm yours, forever, as long as you'll have me."
"Forever," Dream echoed, smiling with the joy of it, and drew Hob down for a delicate heartfelt kiss.
~~~ "Sorry, kid, ain't got no vacancies."
Daniel's shoulders slumped, disappointed. The White Horse building was perfectly situated for getting to campus and he'd been told there was always at least one flat open, but apparently he was given incorrect information.
"UnlessâŚ" The guy in the property office tilted his head back, scratched under his scruffy chin, cigar caught between his teeth. "I mean, there is the haunted unit, 'salways emptyâŚ"
Daniel perked up. "Haunted unit?" He'd been drawn to the unusual all his life, fascinated by the paranormal, intrigued by the macabre. If this was trueâ
"Yeah." The guy slanted a look at him. "Last tenantâlast tenant who stayed more'n a couple'a weeks, at leastâwas this old guy, lived there for decades. Him'n his boyfriend, they moved in when they were young but then the boyfriend died, an' the other guy just stayed the rest of his life, alone. Was a hundred n' five when he finally passed, and that was back in '89. Flat's been empty ever since. Folk'll move in, but it don't take long 'til they're backin' out on the lease. Lights won't work right, electronics're unpredictable, weird moanin' and screamin' noises in the walls, some even talk about apparitions they can't ever see straight-on but're always in the corner of the eye, in the shadows. Me, I don' believe'n none of it, never seen nor heard anything'f the sort, but regardless I can't keep anybody in thereâ"
"I'll take it," Daniel interrupted, excitement bubbling up in his stomach. A haunted flat? Could he be any luckier? "That isâif I may?"
"Look, kid, you wanna give it a shot? Go for it. Come on in, I'll draw up the paperwork. 'F you stay, I'll give ya a super steep discountâany rent comin' in's better'n none, heh!" He turned and stumped back into his office, still cackling and muttering; Daniel followed, mind racing.
If there was a ghost, a real ghost, it was probaby the boyfriend, who'd maybe been there all along and now didn't want anyone living in his and his lover's space. And Daniel was no true medium, but he'd grown up learning all kinds of 'alternative science' stuff from his mom's friends, so maybe he'd have a decent chance of communicating with the ghost, helping it find peace and move on.
He was half right. It was the boyfriend, but it was also the old man. Whose ghost was that of his younger selfâand yes, Daniel was able to talk to them. Also, they had absolutely no intention of moving on. They were lovely, actually, had no problem with Daniel living there once they got to know him, willingly worked out a sort of 'roommate agreement' with him. Merv down in the property office made good on his promise of cheap rent, and Daniel's ghosts were always making sure the flat was in order, bills tracked and paid, cupboards stocked and groceries delivered, homework reminders set where he needed them and homework assistance given when asked. It was likeâŚlike having two dads, when he'd grown up without, and Daniel was hard-pressed to imagine how his life could possibly be better.
(He could do without the occasional auditory glimpse into their love life, butâŚwell. Most of the time they were very good about not leaking across the veil in intimate moments, and ultimately who was he to begrudge them their eternal happiness?)
=== Started: 10/9/23 Drafted: 10/10/23 Additional Drafting: 10/27/23 Posted: 10/28/23
I have not read any of Daniel's canon material; my apologies if his voice sounds terribly wrong. Cookies for anyone who recognizes the movie quotes Hob used â¤ď¸
#Sandman#TJs Fics#MonsterFucktoberBingo#DNHouseOfHorrors#Smoctober#Dreamling#Dream of the Endless#Hob Gadling#wip: ghostfic
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A Smile Like Yours is a Rare Delight
Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dream of the Endless x gn!Reader Warnings: allusions to sex, Morpheusâs smile (needs its own warning), reader being overdramatic, all the fluff Word Count: 3.5k Summary: Even after a year of marriage, Morpheusâs smile still has the power to drive you crazy. One day, itâs too much and you have to flee to Fiddlerâs Green. Dream races after you, and fluff ensues when he realises just how much you love his smile.
âCome ti vidi m'innamorai, e tu sorridi perchĂŠ lo sai." (When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew) â Arrigo Boito
You didnât know how much longer you could handle it. It was all getting too much. Even a minute more would be too much.
âMy Lord, you must control your new nightmares.â
âMust I?â Morpheusâs lips twitched further into a smile, and you nearly died at the sight.
Lucienne frowned; her hands wrapped around a mangled book. âThey are wreaking havoc in my Library.â
His smile. It was perfect. Your favourite thing in the world. And it was killing you.
All you wanted to do was squeal or grab his face in your hands or just stare at him for the rest of eternity, but you were in the middle of the throne room. That was the last place you could do that. Lucienne had come to the Dream Lord with complaints about his new nightmares tearing through some of the older books in her collection, and the only thing that had kept her from tearing through them was respect for her master.
You stood off to the side half-listening to Merv muse through the construction designs for the new aquarium. The other half of your mind was occupied by how perfect Dream of the Endless looked atop his throne. There was a tottering pile of books on the left arm of his chair and his coat was thrown over the back of it. His hair stood on end as it always did, and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it, to see just how much you could mess it up.
But his smile was what took the cake. You didnât see it often, so every time you did breathing became impossible. Even just the amusement in his eyes when he was smug or teasing, or the way the corner of his lips would twitch up like he was laughing at everythingâoh, you loved those smiles. And he wore one now, hence your ensuing death.
Because you had to at least act sane. And squealing over your darlingâs smile in the middle of the throne room would be anything but.
So instead, you squeezed your hands together and took a deep breath.
Deep breath. Donât be crazy. Donât look like an idiot. Yes, his smile is enough to send you into cardiac arrest, but you just need to hold on for a few more minutes. And then you can take him away for as long as you like.
Like he could guess your thoughts, Morpheusâs eyes flicked to yours and his smile softened.
Nope. I canât do it.
âExcuse me a minute, my Lord, Lucienne, Merv.â You dipped your head and spun on your heel, interrupting their conversations.
You didnât wait for any of their responses, just darted out the doors. The moment they closed behind you, you took off. You paid no mind to where you were heading, just away. You just needed some fresh air. Somewhere to get your mind off jumping his bones immediately.
You hand closed around your pendant, and in a sudden swirl of sand, you found yourself in Fiddlerâs Green. It had been a gift from your husband a few months ago; a drop of his powers etched into the ruby remarkably reminiscent of his own former tool. It allowed you to travel the Dreaming as he did and gave you a means of communicating with him if you were apart.
Right now, you were just glad it had allowed you to get out of there with your head intact.
You took a deep breath and let the fresh air of Fiddlerâs Green into your lungs. You flopped down into the grass and let out a huge sigh.
âEverything alright, dear?â Fiddlerâs Green whispered, his leaves rustling in concern.
âItâs been a yearâyouâd think Iâd be used to it!â You dropped a hand to your face. âBut I swear every time he does it itâs like Iâm seeing him again for the first time. My heart pounds and itâs like I can hear angels singing. The world could come crashing down around me and I wouldnât notice. All because he smiled.â
âAh.â Fiddlerâs Green chuckled knowingly. âWell Lord Morpheus does so rarely smile; I can see why you would have such a reaction.â
âBut he is my husband! Weâve certainly done a lot more mind-blowing things than smiling.â
âIâm aware,â came the dreamâs dry response. âI doubt thereâs a space in the Dreaming that has not been christened by yourâŚactivities.â
You snorted. âHow many times have we apologised?â
âNot enough, my dear. That image will remain with me forever.â The trees shivered before he cleared his throat. âWhat is it about his smile that is affecting you so?â
You sighed again, staring up at the clouds. âI just think sometimes Iâm so in love with him I donât know what to do with myself. Iâve never loved someone as much as I love him. And today it just seems that his smile is what gets me.â You stretched against the grass. âI wonder if he ever gets like that with me.â
âPerhaps you should ask him yourself.â
You sat up in time to see your husband appear in a cloud of hurried sand a few feet away. âMy heart?â He crouched by your side, his hands reaching for you. âWhat is wrong?â
I am so in love with you it drives me crazy.
âNothing, darling.â You leaned into his touch, smiling softly. âI just needed some air.â
Morpheus seemed unconvinced. âBut you looked overwrought and overwhelmed. Tell me, what is on your mind?â
You looked away, your cheeks burning. âNothing. Itâs silly.â
It was silly. Saying it out loud to Fiddlerâs Green was one thing, but admitting it to your husband? Surely he would think you ridiculous. Youâd been married for a year and sometimes you still got so worried you would upset him, push him away. After all, he was Dream of the Endless, and you were a humanâhow could you not expect to screw up?
Especially since you hadnât exactly met under the best circumstances.Â
His sibling, Desire, had brought the two of you together with the intention you would be Morpheusâs downfall. They had intended you to break his heart into a million pieces, but instead youâd fallen in love.
And by some wonder, heâd fallen in love with you too. Something he proved at every turn. He would take away your doubts and replace them only with the surety of his undying love. And it may have been fast by all normal comparisons, but there was nothing about your husband that was normalânor would you want there to be. He truly was magnificent. And all yours.
He cupped your cheeks in his hands like you were entirely invaluable to him. âDo not hide your thoughts from me. Please. I want to know all of you.â
You make me feel like Iâm the centre of your universe.
Your blushed deepened as you gave in. âIâm in love with you. Absolutely head over heels in love with you. I love you so much I donât know what to do with myself.â
The worry in his eyes lessened as that beautiful smile of his came out. âI love you too. My heart is yours ever and always.â His thumb brushed a burning path along your cheek. âBut that was not what embarrassed you and forced you to flee my throne room like Lucifer themself was chasing you.â
You groaned slightly, dropping your head awkwardly into his chest. âItâs your smile. I like it.â
The way he raised his eyebrow was practically audible. âMy smile? That is what made you run?â
âI told you it doesnât make sense,â you mumbled. âI just got overwhelmed by it and I had to leave before I did something crazy like scream or jump your bones.â
âMy smile?â He sounded truly flabbergasted. âThat was it?â
âDonât tease me!â You poked his chest with mock indignation. âHave you ever looked in the mirror, young man? That smile of yours could stop traffic! Launch a thousand ships!â
He chuckled. âI apologise, my heart.â He cradled your hand in his and pulled you into his lap. He sat cross-legged on the grass, his arms holding you as close to him as he could. âI did not mean to offend. I just did not expect you to be as affected with me as I am with you.â
You blinked at him. âI affect you?â
âDo you truly believe you donât?â His eyes searched yours and he let out a soft breath as he found his answer. âI am wholly taken with you. Every part of my being is dedicated to you and every piece of my heart belongs to you.â He dropped his forehead against yours. âYou say my smile sends you mad? Every breath you take sends tremors through my being and just a glance from you could end me. Your smile alone steals my breath, and your touch stops my heart. Had I been mortal I would have died a thousand times over from my obsession of you.â
You wet your lips, breathless at his words. âReally?â You couldnât believe it. âBut youâre Endless. Youâve lived thousands of lives and seen the dreams of people a million times more interesting than me.â You swallowed down the sudden wave of insecurity. âSo why did I catch your eye? Whatâs so special about me?â
Is it because Desire said weâd be the perfect match? Is that it? Is what caught your eye just Destinyâs plans? Just your siblingsâ designs that youâve decided to follow? Will you leave me when you realise the only thing special about me isâ
âEverything.â
Your breath caught and the edges of his lips curled upwards slightly.
âEven before I knew you you fascinated me. The way you stand up for what you believe in, and for the people you love. The way you donât back down when things get awkward.â He rested his forehead against yours and your chest squeezed at the absolute adoration in his eyes. âYou walk into a room and you have my undivided attention. Even the way you argue with me when you think Iâm wrong delights me.â He cupped your face to stroke his thumb over your cheek. âYou caught my eye because you are you. Because everything about you is strong, unique and certain. Even if we were not destined to be together, my heart would still belong to you. Because, of the billions of dreamers I have seen, none of them are you.â
Your eyes filled with tears and your throat felt tight at his words. âOh.â
He brushed his nose against yours. âYes.â
You bit your lip, laughing slightly and swallowing back your tears. âYou have a way with words darling. But I guess they donât call you the Prince of Stories for nothing.â
He smiled fondly as your arms wrapped around his neck. His slid his face forward until his cheek rested against yours, and you breathed each other in. In the peace of Fiddlerâs Green, you stayed in each otherâs arms and soaked in every atom of devotion the other gave.
After a while, he pulled back, his hands on your hips again, to place a soft kiss to your forehead. âYou neednât have left, my heart. You could have stayed in the throne room. I would have sent everyone out had I known.â
You shook your head. âI didnât want to bother you with it. Thatâs why I left. I didnât want to interrupt your duties.â
âYou occupy my mind every second of every day. You would occupy my mind even if you were in the farthest corner of the universe.â He cupped your cheeks and your eyes fluttered at his touch. âYou could never bother me. I cherish every moment with you, even when we are both busy. And I want you with me all of the time. If I had my way, I would create a throne entirely for you to sit on and I would lavish at your feet for the rest of eternity.â
âI could just sit on your lap.â You shrugged like his words werenât sending your heart crazy. Like you werenât melting into him with every devoted sentence.
Morpheus hummed in consideration, his sinful lips curving, and you remembered Fiddlerâs Green words about yourâŚactivities. âMeetings would certainly be less of a bore if you did.â
One of his hands dropped to your waist and his thumb slipped under the hem of your shirt, leaving a trail of heat along your skin where he touched. His eyes glimmered as he imagined just what could happen in such a position.
You fingers curled into the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to mouth at the skin of his throat. âLucienne might take offence if I strip you naked in the middle of the throne room.â Your lips trailed a path down the length of his throat, and you revelled in how he jolted beneath you. You didnât know if it was your actions or the abrupt image you painted that had him reacting, but you werenât going to stop. âNot that it would be the first time sheâs caught us with you at my mercy.â
You ground your hips against his and surged up to swallow his gasp.
The taste of his lips against yours was as intoxicating as the first time. Better even. Back then you had been unsure of everything, but now you knew how Morpheus loved to be pushed back gently while you straddled his lap. You knew how he loved entwining your fingers with his and using his tongue to make you arch into him. Just like how you knew he always liked to be on top.
âThen I shall build her a new wing to the library.â He rolled you over until he hovered above you and began torturing you with his mouth. His hands cradled yours above your head and every inch of his body was pressed against yours as his lips passed a burning line along your collarbone. He bit lightly at the base of your throat, and you arched into him with a moan. âAnd I shall build her another when we are caught in the kitchens, because you never can keep quiet when my mouth isââ
âMy Lord?â Far too close for comfort, Matthew cleared his throat.
Morpheus froze above you and you sighed. Just when the fun was starting.
âWhat?â
Matthewâs feathers rustled at the Dream Lordâs impatient tone, and you wondered just how awkward the bird was feeling. âLucienne is asking, ah, if youâll be long. Caw!â He shifted again. âShe wants to know what you plan to do about the Nightmares in her library.â
âTell Lucienne that I am comforting my beloved,â he growled, making you shiver at his tone and the tantalising brush of his lips against your skin. âAnd I do not appreciate being interrupted.â
His lips found their place once more at the pulse of your throat, and you threaded your fingers through the wild mess of his hair.
Unfortunately, Matthew wasnât so easily deterred. âShe said youâd say thatâcaw! âand she said to remind you of the promise youâd made afterââThe Nightmare of Aisle Sevenâ as she put it.â
You blushed heavily and your husband dropped his face into the crook of your neck with a groan. âThe Nightmare of Aisle Sevenâ had been one of the moreâŚstrenuous activities youâd been caught in. It had taken a full month before Lucienne stopped glaring at the pair of you for that.
Morpheus sighed. âTell Lucienne I shall be with her in a moment.â
âButââ
He lifted his head to glare at Matthew. âLeave. Now.â
Matthew escaped quickly with a squawk, and you licked your lips delightedly at the furious stars still in the Dream Lordâs eyes as he turned back to you. You cradled his face in your palms and ached with the need to surge up to meet him again. But you couldnât test Lucienne. Not after the promise.
Like he was thinking the same, Morpheus dropped his head back into the crook of your neck with a sigh and settled heavily against you.
âThank you,â Fiddlerâs Green whispered to the raven as he flew away. âIf theyâd gotten any further, I was prepared to escape to the Waking World again.â
âIt seems I have some subjects to banish to the darkness,â your husband murmured petulantly into your neck. âMaybe then theyâll end these treasonous interruptions.â
You grinned. âAh but the threat of being interrupted makes it so much more intense.â You wound your fingers through his hair, biting your lip at the stutter of his breath when you pulled against his locks. âDonât you think, my darling?â
âYou are a menace, my heart.â He placed a kiss on your collarbone that sent shivers down your spine. Pulling away, he smiled down at you and your heart fluttered for another reason entirely. His gaze softened. âWhat is it about my smile you like so much?â
You melted beneath him. When you had first met him, he had been so distant, like he had to keep himself separate from everyone or heâd break, but as youâd fallen in love with him, youâd had the pleasure of watching him melt. Youâd gotten to watch him lower his walls. And it made you melt with pride at how far he had come. Never in a million years would the pre-you Morpheus have asked for a compliment.
You stroked his cheek, watching in soft delight as he leaned into your touch. âYou donât smile often, but when you do, I swear my heart stops. Itâs like the stars align and everythingâs perfect when you smile. And I donât get to see it often, so when I do, I just canât help myself. I want to see you smile all the time. I want to make you smile all the time. I justââ you shrugged. âI just really like your smile. PlusâŚâ you wound your fingers though his hair ââŚwhen you do that thing where you tilt your head and smile through your eyelashesâ It makes me want to jump your bones.â
He chuckled a little. âThen I shall endeavour to smile more, my heart, if you like it so much.â
You grinned, scratching lightly at his scalp. He dropped his forehead against your cheek and purred ever so softly at the scratch of your nails.
âYou smile more too.â He brushed his fingers across your cheek after a moment. âSince joining me here.â
It was true. In truth you felt like you hadnât stopped since youâd fallen in love with him. Everything about him, about the Dreaming made your cheeks ache with how often you smiled. When you werenât laughing with Merv and Matthew or smiling over new passages in the library with Lucienne, you were lost staring at Morpheus and his own smiles.
You reached up to cup his cheeks. âHow could I not? When I have such a beautiful sight before me.â He leaned closer, his lips hovering over yours, before you pulled away suddenly, gesturing at the greenery around you. âI mean Fiddlerâs Green is just so beautiful I canât notââ
Morpheus cut you off with a kiss, his laughter rumbling over your skin.
After many many (and not enough) kisses, Morpheus pulled back.
âWe must resume this later,â his words rumbled across your lips. âI fear I must leave you to your beautiful sight, my heartâI have nightmares to rescue. If I linger any longer, Lucienne may remove them herself.â
You hummed, not ready to let go just yet. âSurely they can hold their own for a little longer. Iâm not done yet.â You pulled him down for another kiss, revelling in the feel of his smile against your skin, before you pulled back, sighing. âNo. They crossed a line when they went after her books, itâll be a miracle if she hasnât ripped into them already.â You shuddered. âNever cross a Librarian.â
âParticularly not that Librarian.â Morpheus was as unwilling as you to leave your arms. âShe once locked me in my room for folding the corner of a book.â
That was enough to make you pull back. âYou did what?â You stared at him aghast. âIâd have locked you in your room too!â
He shook his head, laughing as he pulled you both to your feet.
Did he think you were joking? That was a book crime! The worsâ
Your thoughts quickly broke off as you were suddenly distracted by the tantalising brush of his lips against yours.
âHurry back, darling,â you whispered into his mouth.
âTo have one such as you waiting for me, I will be faster than ever.â
A/N: I love writing his dialogue in bold. I love it so much.
A/N: I have quite a few Sandman fics planned, but ADHD does not equal a solid attention span, so maybe by season 2? đ
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. This one has been sitting in my draft pile for a while
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
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The next morning comes too soon and with too little sleep. Despite your efforts, you couldnât lay still long enough to get much rest. Every time you sunk into the shallows of sleep, you were just as quickly awoken by visions of the unknown. You donât know anything beyond the time at which youâll set off to your fate; nine oâclock.Â
You donât need an alarm. You're already awake and alert. You sit up and rub your temples until the thumping dulls. You canât entirely shake the pulsing thrum. Â
You drag yourself to your feet and cross to your dresser. You open each drawer, sifting through the contents with disappointment. You donât have anything that nice. You pick out your nicest jeans and a halter top Roxie gave you. Youâll be sweating your bum off in the denim but you donât have many skirts or even shorts.Â
You can hear your mother getting ready for her own day of work. Of actual work. You wait until sheâs done to claim the bathroom. Sheâs off only a couple minutes after, calling out a goodbye and I love you that you return in a higher pitch than you mean to.Â
You dress and tidy yourself up as best you can. Your bedtime shower did little to help you sleep but at least it saves you a step. You spritz yourself with strawberry body spray and try to smile at your reflection as you put your toothbrush back.
Sigh. Did Bucky really call you sexy?Â
Itâs not even eight. Lots of time to wallow in anxiety and self-doubt. You pace around the front room, ready to go, but not really. You have your purse with the fringe and your least-worn flats. They pinch around your toes but theyâre cute; pink loafers with a little leather rose on each.Â
You cradle your phone then squeeze it hard enough to make it light up. Only a few minutes. Or not. You hear a car outside and peer through the curtain. You recognise the vehicle. Shoot, time to go. Oh, god, what are you doing?Â
You lock the door behind you and turn to face the gallows. Each step is filled with sand, your legs are heavy and your feet clunky. As you near, Merv appears to open the door for you. Youâre surprised but not to find Bucky waiting within.Â
As you slide onto the seat, he watches you and rumbles out a silty, âmorning, doll.â You arenât ready. You donât know why but you thought the drive would give you time to toss away the last of your caution but youâre clinging to it like a raft. You feel entirely powerless. More than you ever have.Â
What he promises, money; you always assumed it would give you more control, that it would solve all your problems, but itâs really just a new set of problems. You settle onto the seat as the door closes and buckle your seat belt, focusing on the simple task. He stretches his arm over the back of the seat as you lean against it and his heat seethes into you.Â
âGood morning,â you force out at last.Â
âThatâs a cute shirt,â he purrs as his hand wanders down to tickle your bare shoulder, your nude bra strap showing garishly. âWould look better without this.â He touches the strap and you make a noise. âBut I can wait for that, doll.âÂ
You stare forward. The divider between you and the front seat is up. You are completely alone. You feel your heart about to swell and split.Â
âIâll admit, I was up late last night,â his arms shifts slightly as he leans forward. You only notice then the scent of coffee and two cups in the holders behind the console. âGot a pick-me-up to start the day. Gotta be awake for you, doll.âÂ
He takes one of the cups and you realise, he means to offer it to you. You feel too bad to tell him youâre not much for coffee. âItâs called a blue dream tea latte? I think itâs blueberry or something. I saw it in some ad online. Sounded like something youâd like.âÂ
âOh, thanks, er, it does?â You murmur. Youâd seen the same promotion on Pinterest. Itâs a rather strange coincidence that heâd think of you. âI... Iâve never tried a tea latte.âÂ
âDoll, Iâm gonna give you lots of things you never had, take you places you never been,â he flutters his fingers across your neck as he retracts his arm. He grabs the other cup and groans as he sits back, blowing over the plastic lid. âSo tell me,â his arms presses against yours. He seems so big sitting so close, âwhereâ somewhere you always wanted to go?âÂ
âEr, I donât...â your eyes drift over as Merv drives lazily through your neighbourhood, âknow. I never... thought about it.âÂ
âAnything you always wanted to do? Skydiving? Wait, yeah, you donât like being high up. Makes sense, being so close to the ground, huh?â He chuckles and leans into you playfully, âyou an outdoorsy type? You like hiking?âÂ
âUm, I donât know, I think... I like walking in the park sometimes,â you hold the cup with both hands, letting the warmth flow into your cold veins. You can smell the blueberry and you instinctively take wife through the slot of the lid.Â
âMm, donât worry, weâll figure it out, doll,â he assures you and sips again, swallowing thickly before he lets out a thigh. âI think youâll like what I got planned, even if you donât know what you want. Iâve always been good at figuring that out, you know?âÂ
âOh?âÂ
He laughs again, âyouâre so cute, doll.â He looks over at you, âhowâs the latte? Did I do good?âÂ
Your eyes nearly cross as you stare at the cup. You bring it up carefully and take a dainty sip. You almost moan at the creamy but sweet taste. You pull the lid away and dab your lips with the back of your hand, turning to give him a wide-eyed look.Â
âItâs delicious,â you smile.Â
He grins and tilts his head, âsee, doll, you donât even gotta say it. I know exactly what you need.âÂ
Youâre breathless. Something about his tone, his words, mingles and coils around your throat. Itâs like one of those old Wattpad fantasies you devoured in your teen years, those escapist dreams of having everything taken care of and not having to think, and yet, itâs too real. You take another drink to keep busy.Â
âAfter our first stop, weâll eat,â he says, âthat okay? Youâre not ravenous?âÂ
His words make you flinch. You blink and shake your head, âIâm okay.âÂ
âSounds good, doll,â he relaxes and once more extends his arms over your shoulders, this time hugging you closer. Â
He turns his head and nuzzles you, making you squirm. Youâre rigid, paralysed by the proximity. Youâve never been this close with anyone. He still feels like a stranger.Â
âMmm, strawberries,â he growls, âI like that.âÂ
You giggle and barely keep a hold of your cup. You really canât understand it. You never had interest from anyone. You didnât even really have friends in school. Sometimes, you even think Roxie hates you, and your mom, well, she loves you because you have to. You just canât comprehend what he sees.Â
âThanks...â you wisp.Â
âNo, thank you, doll,â he drawls, âfor making my morning brighter.âÂ
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You doubt Bucky does anything in half-measures. Merv pulls up to another upscale building and you canât help but gape out at the white brick facade. Everything is so big and fancy and better than you. Youâre so out of place in his world that you canât but wait for the moment he decides to kick you out of it.Â
The white-haired driver gets out to open the door. As you step out, your loafer slips off your heel and your foot slides down the curb. You trip outward, bracing yourself for impact, but donât hit the ground. A hand wraps around your arm and pulls you back onto the seat. You cringe, happy at least that Bucky canât see your face as he clings to you.Â
âYou okay, doll?â He asks, âyou hurt yourself?âÂ
âNo, no,â you wriggle in his grasp, âIâm fine. It was just... stupid.âÂ
âNot stupid, good thing I was here to catch you, huh?â He reluctantly releases you, a caress along the back of your arm, ânow you be careful. You need me to get out and carry you--âÂ
âNo, no!â You grab the car and push yourself out, fixing your shoe as you get your bearings. âReally, Iâm okay.âÂ
He chuckles and follows. It he laughing at you? You turn to face him as he steps up on the curb. Itâs easy when heâs sitting to forget how small you really are.Â
âAll good, doll, I just canât have you getting banged up,â he says as he gestures you across the wide sidewalk.Â
You peer back as Merv shuts the door and Bucky brings his hand to your lower back, just like that woman at the casino. His gentle touch sends a chill up your back despite the beaming heat from above.Â
âPromise, youâre gonna love this.â Â
He urges you on to the front doors. They are made of iron, twisted in the middle, and two long handles curlicue in the middle. He stops and presses the little silver button along the side, a buzz muffled within. You wait, fidgeting, and presses his palm firmly to your back. You still yourself and clutch your bag tighter.Â
The interior doors, dark walnut, open inward and a woman appears within with a particularly snobbish look. Sheâs tall with straight shoulders and a Chanel style suit. She unlocks the iron doors and opens the right one. She eyes Bucky past her hooked nose as she lifts it higher.Â
âMr. Barnes,â she greets.Â
âMeredith,â he returns, âthanks for having me.âÂ
âOnly for you,â she assures as her eyes fall upon you, âyouâve brought...âÂ
âSomeone very special. A connoisseur like yourself,â he insists, curtailing whatever she thought to remark.Â
âYes, certainly she would be,â the woman accepts with a sniff and steps back, âplease, come in. Should I have Charlene make tea?âÂ
âI donât think we will require it. Doll?â He pauses as he confirms with you.Â
You shake your head, âno thank you.âÂ
âVery well, follow me, then,â she spins and struts away. Â
Bucky nudges you inside first, following through the narrow door. As he comes up parallel to you, a shadow appears to close the doors behind him. The whole experience is eerie. What is going on?Â
You follow the woman, Meredith, up the wooden stairs with a rose-printed runner along the center of the steps. At the top, you smell the definitive scent of books. She directs you into a room, opening the door but standing back to let you through. Bucky nods and thanks her one last time.Â
âYou know the rules, Barnes,â she warns.Â
âBeen a while...â he mutters.Â
âYou remember,â she rebukes.Â
He laughs and pulls the door shut as she retreats, her heels clicking through the wall until they taper off to nothing. A record player drones from the corner and the window lets in the yellow sunshine, adding to the illumination of glass-shaded lamps. You peer around, as curious as you are confused.Â
Bucky brushes by you, knuckles rubbing against your waist, and he approaches the antique table at the center. Several stacks of books sit neatly piled atop it. You approach sheepishly and read the spines. You recognise the titles though youâve never read any of them. As you think, you realise that these are the same books you have on your reading app. How could he know?Â
Your mouth falls open as you keep your hands folded together. You donât dare to touch anything. It all seems so nice and likely expensive. And with how Meredith spoke, youâre certain she wouldnât appreciate you putting anything out of place.Â
âSheâs a book collector. I came here a few years back to buy some first editions for my sister,â he picks up a book.Â
âHow...â you bend to read further down a stack.Â
âA lot you can learn about a person online,â he flutters through the pages, âisnât there?âÂ
You look at him and blanch.Â
âI know you Googled me. Everyone does,â he snickers, âitâs fine. Comes with the territory. But you...â he snaps the book shut and comes around the table, holding it out to you, âall I found were some books and a few pictures of a cat.âÂ
You take the book and stare at the cover. Those pictures were old. Kai died at the end of high school. You run your hand over the embossed title; Middlemarch. You remember adding it after binging and old British series.Â
âMy cat. Sheâs gone now,â you shrug.Â
âSorry to hear that, doll,â he says. âI might know someone who can cheer you up, though.âÂ
âItâs... fine. She was a good cat,â you shrug.Â
âHm, yeah, but a friend, all the same,â he says, âso, you want it?âÂ
âWhat?â You peek at the book again.Â
âAll of them? I can have them packed and sent to your house.âÂ
âHuh?â Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, âmy mom...âÂ
âAh, itâs fine, we can sneak em in,â he assures.Â
âNo, no, I couldnât... itâs too much. Very nice but... must be... a lot.âÂ
âIt is, doll. Meredith gave me a damn headache tryna get in here on short notice but I did it,â he leans a hand on the table and hooks one foot over the other. âYou gotta at least pick one thing to walk out of here with.âÂ
âOh, I... I wasnât meaning... I didnât mean to be ungrateful,â you rub your thumbs along the edges of the book, âsorry.âÂ
âItâs fine. I know youâre not, doll. Youâre... adjusting. Iâm doing my best not to scare ya away but you gotta bite the carrot a little here,â he says, âso grab a few and weâll go have some breakfast.âÂ
âI...â you look between him and the table. You have no doubt that he went to a lot of effort for this. For you. You canât just throw it back in his face. âThank you, itâs...â you turn to face the table and lean in to see more of the books. You let yourself smile, âitâs wonderful. No oneâs ever... except mom...âÂ
âGet used to it, doll,â he steps closer, his hand once more on your back, âwith a smile like that, I donât think Iâll ever get tired of seeing it.âÂ
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9 people to get to know better, thank you for tagging me merv @comicsguy :)
list 3 ships you like: ooh, i've been revisiting rhack after playing borderlands 3, steddie is a ship i'm always reading (and writing) for, and scollace is a new ship for me
first ship ever: johnlock.... and stucky
last song you heard: prove you wrong by prong
favourite childhood book: i loved "are you there god? it's me margaret" by judy blume, and as a teenager it was "weetzie bat" by francesca lia block
currently reading: listening to the young mungo audio book by douglas stewart
currently watching: rewatching mtv daria, beavis and butt-head, and jessica jones
currently consuming: just drank some strawberry milk
currently craving: some water, i'm so parched but too lazy to get up and get some
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Can you write a hurt/comfort Morpheus x F!Reader where the reader is good friends with Morpheus and continuously helps around The Dreaming until the readerâs diminishing presence in the realm due to worsening sleep becomes a point of concern, leading to the discovery that the readerâs insistence to help others is a way for her to put aside her own problems and not have to deal with them, and Morpheus finally convinces her to get the rest she so desperately needs?
Sorry if this is too long or too specific, but if it needs to be cut down, then just a one-shot about a F!Reader who puts everyone elseâs needs before her own and Morpheus confronts her about it?
Hiding In Plain Sight
(Morpheus x Female Reader)
Warnings: Burnout, problem avoidance, a bout of insomnia, Reader's father in an accident, language, anxiety, innuendo
Word Count: 2216
A/N: Thank you for the request! This one took me a bit to start because I didn't know where to begin. I tried really hard to do your original idea and not the shortened version so I hope you like it. I did make Morpheus and the reader in an established relationship kinda on accident. I was 80% of the way through when I reread your request and was like shit "good friends." So, I hope that isn't a deal breaker. I also added a tiny little sprinkle of innuendo at the end because the story had a mind of its own at that point.
You had never seen Lucienne soâŚfrazzled. You didnât think she could be anything other than calm and composed. However, it seemed the Dreaming was going through a "repair," as she put it.
One moment landscapes would disappear or change from green to fuchsia. Books would launch off the shelves. Trees would sprout legs, and those with legs would plant themselves into the ground.
All in all, the Dreaming was experiencing a sort of glitch.
Morpheus and Lucienne were quick to assure you it was nothing to worry about, but it did cause them all a headache. Thankfully, if closely monitored, they could prevent any alterations.
You couldnât help but giggle the more you thought about it. The Dreaming was in its rebellious teen years.
Lucienne had been spread so thin between the glitching and the library. You offered to take over the latter while you were there. And although she was hesitant, she trusted you, and a few days later, she felt comfortable leaving you alone.
The repetition of cataloging and shelving books helped you more than youâd ever tell her. It made you feel in control, needed, useful.
If she or Morpheus ever asked, youâd say everything was fine. You didnât want to bother anyone.
Things were weighing on you in the Waking World.
Your rent was increasing. Your boss had tasked you with a large project for the first time. Your coworker had left for maternity leave, and you were picking up her clients and projects.
Additionally, your father had a nasty fall last week. You were constantly driving him to doctorâs appointments and running for anything he needed until he was on his feet again.
It was overwhelming. The mere thought of it all nearly sent you into a panic. Youâd do anything to avoid it. So, you found ways to help Morpheus and the other residents of the Dreaming.
You loved it here. Not only for its magic and beauty but for Morpheus, too. He was ever present, even if you couldnât see him. Being in his realm felt like nothing could touch you. It was like you could breathe a little easier.
He always made it a point to visit you. Heâd spend hours with you, and when you questioned him about why he wasnât dealing with the glitching, heâd give you this tilt of his lips and say, âNo need to worry.â
The library wasnât the only place you found solace from your troubles. Sometimes Merv would let you take on smaller jobs, or youâd hand him tools and keep him company. On other days, youâd watch Goldie while Cain and Abel were away doing something for Morpheus. You had actually taught the gargoyle fetch by accident.
While the creature held a special place in your heart, your favorite thing to do was watch Morpheus create dreams. He was always so invested in making them perfect. It sent a shiver up your spine when he asked for your opinion. And more often than not, heâd utilize it.
You sat in a plush chair he had conjured for you, observing him. He always stood so proud, like nothing could unbalance him. It was reassuring.
âWhat do you think?â he asked, breaking you from your thoughts.
He had crafted a burgundy creature who stood no taller than three feet. Its fur blew in the subtle breeze as its hooves tentatively tested the shifting sand. Its face was almost frog-like, but its eyes held intelligence that suggested it was wise beyond its years.
You gave Morpheus a small smile. âPerfect.â
The tilt of his lips was the only indication he had heard you. Then, he sent the creature off.
Morpheus was about to say something, but the sky flashing green, then yellow, stopped him.
He stayed trained on it. âThey are coming quicker now.â
âHow long do you think this will last?â you asked. It had already been two weeks.
âI canât be certain. But I believe weâre coming to the end.â He offered you his hand to help you up.
âYou should give Lucienne a vacation after all this.â You made your way back to the palace, fingers interlocked.
âPerhaps you could fill in for her.â His shoulder brushed yours. âI quite like having you here.â
Your shy grin was answer enough. âI like being here.â
If only you could express how much.
â
You waved goodbye to your neighbor and his daughter as they left. His babysitter had canceled last minute, and you just happened to be within hearing distance from him when it happened. You offered right away. Taking your mind off this project had to help you in the long run. Itâd give you fresh eyes. Besides, she was a sweet kid and always wanted to talk about Morpheus, which you wholly welcomed.
She had seen him entering your apartment and asked him so many questions her father had to pull her back inside.
You'd take any chance you got to gush about Morpheus, especially with someone who dreamily compared you two to a prince and princess. A bit self-indulgent? Absolutely. But did it set your heart on fire and make you smile like an idiot? You bet.
If only you could tell her that she wasnât too far off.
Getting into bed was wonderful. Every day seemed like it got longer and longer. When it finally came time to close your eyes and go to the Dreaming, you wouldâve sworn you havenât been there in months.
You tossed and turned, your mind trailing to the project details, the upcoming appointments for your father, then all of the little things you had to do for yourself. At least when you picked up your dadâs groceries, you could pick up yours. But your heat was acting up, your car had to be inspected, and your coworkerâs clients were borderline assholes to you. God forbid you asked a simple question to clarify. They'd jump down your throat like you were supposed to know the answer because obviously, your coworker had all the time to share every detail of their file. Honestly, you couldnât blame her if she forced the baby out early to get away from them.
Before you knew it, midnight ticked over to five in the morning, and you hadnât fallen asleep. You hadnât gotten to see Morpheus. You didnât get to help the Dreaming.
There was a pit in your stomach throughout the day. It wasnât like you to not sleep.
All you could do was take a deep breath and power through. At least you didnât have meetings today. You could focus on your work and chug a shit-ton of coffee and hope youâd make a dent in the workload.
That was wishful thinking.
If anything, youâd been handed more to do. So much so that you had to take some home to finish.
When you finally yawned for the hundredth time, you crawled into bed. You were exhausted. You wanted to be held by Morpheus. To watch as he crafted dreams and kept the Dreaming from going too haywire.Â
But again, you couldn't find rest. All you could do was think about what would come tomorrow.
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âLucienne, have you seen (Y/N)?â Morpheus asked, searching the areas of the library he could see.
Her brow furrowed. âNo, my lord. I thought she was with you today.â
âNo.â His voice was faint as if trailing off in thought. âWas she with you yesterday?â
Lucienne set her pen down. âNo. I havenât seen her in quite a few days. Have you spoken to Abel or Mervyn?â
âYes.â An uneasiness formed in his stomach. âTheyâve all said the same.â
âItâs not like her to have trouble sleeping.â
Lucienne was concerned about you recently. The last time she saw you, you seemed distracted. She could tell something was wrong, but when she questioned you, you reassured her, saying everything was fine.
You did the same with Morpheus.
He had sensed an unsteadiness in you. As if you were walking the thinnest of lines between dreaming and consciousness. It was so unlike you. You were always so present when with him that your tension stood out.
He had to make sure you were alright.
âIâm going to check on her,â he said.
Lucienne nodded. âTake as much time as she needs.â
He planned on doing just that.
â
It had been days since you saw Morpheus. Days since youâd been in the Dreaming.
All you wanted to do was inhale the scent of chamomile and sandalwood on his skin and have him tell you everything would be okay.
But your mind wouldnât shut off. You couldnât relax enough to go into that deep sleep. And even if you could, Morpheus was still dealing with the glitching. He was busy keeping everything running, and you couldnât even help because you couldnât fall asleep!
You carried your dinner plate into the kitchen. Your stomach had been in knots since this morning when your boss emailed you about moving up the due date for the project. It now needed to be submitted tomorrow. Between the appointment you had to take your dad to and meetings you scheduled with your coworkerâs clients, you werenât sure if youâd make it. Youâd worked on the project all day, and everything about it screamed: rushed. Youâd be working well into the morning to get it anywhere near where you wanted.
Youâd barely touched your food and were about to throw it in a container when your foot caught the leg of a barstool. You caught the counter edge but couldn't stop the plate from bouncing off and smashing on the hardwood floor.
That was all it took. The shattering of the dish and the red sauce seeping into the cracks buckled your knees. And you cried.
You couldnât even stop a damned plate from breaking. How were you going to finish this project? How were you going to care for your dad? How were you going toâ
â(Y/N)?â
You gasped, trying to stop the tears and rid yourself of any wetness as you whipped around.
There stood Morpheus, his eyes full of concern.
You bowed your head and wrapped your arms around yourself. Why did he have to see you like this?
Silently, he took you into his arms. His hands slid to your shoulders, bringing you as close to him as possible.
He didnât speak for the longest time, only let you cry, let you rid yourself of the frustration and panic and worry. Your weight slowly sank into him as you wore yourself out.
When you were reduced to sniffling, he finally spoke.
âDo you want to tell me?â
You wanted to say no, to pretend everything was fine, and hold him. But it had felt like forever since youâd been with him, and you forgot just how powerful he was. Not because he was an Endless, but how he looked at youâlike you were a crucial part of him. Like he needed to know everything about you. Like he loved you.
So, you told him. Everything youâve dealt with these past few months and all your insecurities. You cried again, and he held you again. And all throughout, that look never changed. He never thought less of you.
âMy heart,â he whispered once youâd finished. âYou must take care of yourself.â His thumb brushed along your cheekbone. âBefore taking care of others.â
âBut I donâtâit doesnâtââ
âLet me help you.â His eyes were so soft, so gentle, so pleading.Â
You stared at him through tears. He had always been there for you. He was as solid and stable as a statue with the warmth of the sun. He wanted to take care of you and love you and he saw you. He saw you as no one else did.
You slowly nodded, letting out a choked sob as you threw your arms around his neck.
âI am here, my love,â he breathed into your temple. âI am here.â
Your cries quieted for the last time; his hand's rhythmic motion on your back made it easy. You didnât want to pull away.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, eyes still closed and head in the crook of his shoulder.
âYou need not apologize for anything. I should have been more aware.â
âYou had a whole kingdom to worry about,â you said into his neck.
âYou are my priority.â He pulled back to cup your cheeks, ensuring you couldnât look away. âI will always choose you.â
Words couldnât express what that meantâthey couldnât properly reciprocate. So, you did the one thing that could potentially match it.
You pulled him by his jacket into a searing kiss. You poured everything you were into it as his hands gripped your hips.
Yours slid into his hair, the silky strands tangling in your fingers. You couldnât bring him close enough.
You had to separate, but he didnât let you go far, making you pant into his mouth.
âCome,â he urged. âI have neglected you. I must remedy my mistake.â
His seriousness made you giggle, and a smile slipped onto his face.
âMy favorite sound,â he said, grazing your bottom lip. Then, a glint ignited his eyes, and the corner of his lips lifted. âI intend to get my other favorite out of you.â
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Songbird || SIX
Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.8k
Part Summary: Billy comes back from rehab and Y/N and Eddie end up lonely at a party.
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TRACK SIX;
SLEEPING WITH A FRIEND
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Y/N L/N: When Billy went to rehab and the tour was cancelled, everyone else came home. And tensions were high.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y/N still wasnât speaking to me, she wasnât really speaking to anyone.
Y/N L/N: Around the time they came back, I was constantly at meetings with Teddy, I barely saw them in the first couple weeks.
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âWas that one good?â Y/N asked.Â
Teddy chuckled, âThe one before was perfect.â
Y/N smiled, âI just want it to be perfect.â
âAnd it already is,â Teddy says, âWant to have a listen?â
Y/N sat next to Teddy as she listened to her song back. Everything felt so surreal to her, she felt like she would wake up at any second and she had imagined all of it.Â
âIt sounds great!â Y/N says, excitement coursing through her veins.Â
Teddy smiled at the girlâs excitement, knowing how much this meant to her.
âIf everything goes well, you might be hearing it on the radio soon.â Teddy commented.Â
âShut up!â Y/N says.Â
âNo, Iâm serious.â Teddy says.Â
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TEDDY PRICE (1982, Merv Griffin Show): Iâd never produced anyone like Y/N. She was always so easy going and easy to work with, she knew what she wanted and we worked with that. Her music had a unique sound, whenever a Y/N L/N song comes on the radio, you know itâs a Y/N L/N song.
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As Y/N got home she was elated and nothing could put a damper on her mood. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen everyone could tell that Y/N had had a good day.
âHow did the recording with Teddy go?â Graham asked.
âFucking amazing!â Y/N exclaimed.
Soon enough, everyone went off to do their own thing but Karen approached Y/N wth a bottle of wine in her hand.Â
âWe need to celebrate and catch up.â Karen says.Â
Y/N grinnedÂ
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âI donât know how I lived without you on tour,â Karen says, âI needed a break from the boys.â
Y/N laughed, taking a swig of the wine, âI donât know how you did it either.â
âHowâs Camila been?â Karen asked suddenly.Â
Y/N sighed, âSheâs been okay, I know that everything has affected her but sheâs not letting it show, all her focus has been on Julia.â
âSheâs the sweetest kid Iâve ever seen.â Karen says.
âI know!â Y/N says, âWhen I have kids eventually, I definitely want a kid as cute as Julia or I donât want a kid at all.â
Karen laughed, âKids arenât on by bucket list but I get what you mean.â
Music played softly throughout Y/N and Karenâs bedroom as they fell into silence, the bottle of wine being passed between the two. Ever since Camila gave birth to Julia, her focus had shifted to her daughter causing her to spend less time with Y/N. Of course Y/N still hung around with Camila and Julia, in fact Y/N could barely stay away. However, right now, Y/N was glad to spend some time with Karen.Â
The only issue was the days she would spend all day in the studio and come home late and Camila and Julia were asleep or when Y/N wasnât doing anything, Camila was busy taking care of Julia. The two hadnât had a chance to sit down and relax and talk about whatever like they used to.Â
As Karen took another sip of the wine, Eddie appeared in the doorway. Neither Y/N nor Karen noticed him at first as the two continued to laugh about something Karen had said.Â
âY/N, can we talk?â Eddie asked, standing in the doorway.Â
Y/N sat up from her position and stared directly at Eddie, her smile faltering. Karen looked between the two of them and excused herself, not wanting to be caught in the tension, taking the wine with her.
Y/N sighed, âEddie, thereâs nothing to talk about.â
âYes there is,â Eddie says, stepping into the room and closing the door, âYouâve been avoiding me for weeks.â
âI have not, Iâve been at work, recording.â Y/N says.
âAnd the days you arenât? You spend most of your time with Camila and Julia or with Warren, Karen and Graham, you havenât spoken to me since I got back.â
âMaybe I just donât want to, has that crossed your mind?â Y/N questioned.
âWhy?â Eddie asked, desperate for an answer.
âYou know exactly why Eddie, I know that Camila has forgiven you and everyone else but I saw the way she was when we came back home, she was a mess Eddie,â Y/N says, âAnd the reason I am so angry with you specifically is because you lied to me when I asked if anything was going on outright and you love Camila and you still let her go through that pain. You donât even like Billy! There was no reason for you to protect him.â
Eddie remained silent, he didnât say anything.Â
âIf you donât have anything else to say Eddie, then please leave.â Y/N says.
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â Eddie apologises, stepping over to her and sitting down next to her, âI really am, I fucked up and I know I did. I should have told you, I should have told Camila and I regret not doing that.â Eddie paused, âTo be honest I just miss talking to you, I miss listening to your songs and stupid lyrics when you canât figure out the next line. I miss you Y/N and I want us to be okay again.â
Y/N turned to look at Eddie, she missed him as well but the anger she had was a stronger emotion.Â
âPlease,â Eddie pleaded, looking deep into Y/Nâs eyes, âI canât stand it that youâre not talking to me.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened, she had never seen Eddie look so desperate, âI will forgive you on one condition, never lie to me again.â
âI wonât, I promise you that.â Eddie says, quickly.Â
There was a moment of silence before Y/N gave Eddie a small smile, âI forgive you, but you better hold up your side of the promise Roundtree.â
All Eddie did in response was pull Y/N forward and wrapped his arms around her, both of them falling back onto the bed, a comfortable silence between them.Â
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A few weeks later, Billy was set to return home and Y/N didnât know how to feel about it, all she knew was that she needed to remain civil. As Y/N sat at the kitchen table, a book open in front of her while she ate her breakfast in a peaceful silence.Â
Footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, interrupting Y/N from her book. Looking up she made eye contact with Billy. She didnât smile.Â
âY/N,â Billy says in a greeting, âHow are you?â
âIâm good.â Y/N answered, closing her book.
âCongratulations on the recording by the way,â Billy says, avoiding eye contact, âGraham told me about it
âThank you.â Y/N says.
Billy gave Y/N a tight lipped smile before walking away, leaving her on her own once again.
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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: The label dropped up a week after the tour was cancelled.
WARREN ROJAS: They made us pay back our advance and everything.
GRAHAM DUNNE: I kept us practising as much as I could and got a job at a bodyshop.
WARREN ROJAS: Yeah, I was working down at Malibu Harbor cleaning boats, which I loved, and, uh, and doing a lot of mushrooms, which I also loved,
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Basically we were back where we started, worse even.
INTERVIEWER: Are you still upset about it?
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Me? Nah. I mean holding onto that shit will be the death of you. But he really fucked us over.
Y/N L/N: With everyone out of the house working, I had a lot more space and time to work on my own music. The living room was empty almost all the time so I designated that room my writing room. [laughs] Iâm not sure everyone appreciated all the balls of paper thrown everywhere though.
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âWho the fuck do you think you are man?â Eddie spat.
Y/N rubbed her brow, looking around the group. Billy standing up in front of the band saying that he was done, Eddie was pissed off, meanwhile Karen, Graham and Warren all tried to diffuse the situation. Y/N watched from the sidelines, not wanting to be involved but somehow the argument started while she was in the middle of writing.Â
âLook, everybody just calm down, okay?â Graham says.
âOh, for fuckâs sake, I canât be the only one whoâs pissed here.â Eddie says.
âI donât know what else you want me to say, you guys donât even need me. You have the songs, you got the fan base. I mean, Iâm sure if you just-â
âBilly!â Eddie shouted, âIf youâre going, go.â
Billy paused for a moment before nodding and walking out of the room, leaving everyone in silence.Â
âSo now what do we do?â Warren asked.Â
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KAREN SIRKO: I mean bands fall apart, thatâs rockânâroll. I justâŚthought this one was different.
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Everyone dispersed one by one, leaving just Y/N and Eddie in the room.
âHey,â Y/N says, catching the attention of Eddie, âEverything will work out.â
Eddie looked at Y/N and the look on her face made him believe it.
***
Sighing, Y/N dropped down in a seat next to Warren, immediately ordering another drink.Â
âBack so soon?â Warren questioned.
âHe was so unbelievably sexist it should have been a joke,â Y/N says, taking a large swig of her drink, âFirst he wouldnât stop talking about himself leaving me standing there with a fake smile plastered across my face, then when I finally managed to talk about myself and what I do he stated that women are not cut out to be in the music industry and that I should just become a housewife. Fucking dickhead,â Finishing off her drink and immediately ordering another Y/N sighed, âWhere are all the good men around here?
âYouâre sitting next to one.â Warren says, leaning closer to Y/N.
Y/N chuckled, placing a kiss on his cheek, âSorry, Warren but the answer is still no.â
âAh, worth a shot.â Warren says, leaning back in his seat.Â
âWhat about him over there?â Warren questioned.
Y/N followed his gaze, âNah, you can just tell that heâs boring, I mean heâs standing there like he doesnât know what heâs doing. He looks like my old math teacher.â
âYou are picky,â Warren joked, âRemember if you just wanna get laid, Iâm right here.â
âKeep dreaming,â Y/N says, her eyes scanning over the crowd once again, âHe looks nice.â
Warren followed her gaze, âHim? Really? I thought you had standards.â
Y/N scoffed, âI do have standards and heâs quite attractive.Â
Y/N and Warren continued to watch the man from afar. Just as Y/N stood to go and talk to him his hand raised to his nose as he began to pick it.
âMaybe not,â Y/N says, sitting back down, âWhy are men so gross?â
Looking around once more Warren scanned over the crowd, âBy the pool? The guy and the girl.â
âThey both look too into each other to give me the time of day.â Y/N says.Â
Taking another sip from her drink, Y/N noticed a girl standing not too far away, eyes set on Warren. Once she notices that Y/N had seen her, she averted her gaze.
âThereâs a girl staring at you,â Y/N says.
âWhere?â Warren asked, looking around.
Y/N hit his arm, âDonât make it too obvious.â
âOkay, but where?â Warren questioned.
âTurn around and you canât miss her, sheâs making serious heart eyes at you.â Y/N remarked.Â
âWish me luck.â Warren says, standing to his feet.
âYouâre the one who doesnât need luck in this situation.â Y/N says.
Warren blew her a kiss before walking over to the girl. The girl made eye contact with Y/N for a brief moment and Y/N sent the girl a wink before turning away.Â
Y/N sat alone at the bar from across the room she could see Karen and Graham talking, Graham with a lovestruck expression on his face, causing Y/N to chuckle to herself. She could see Eddie standing not too far away with a girl.Â
As Y/N looked at Eddie, he looked up making eye contact with her, he sent her a smile, completely ignoring what the girl was saying to him. This caused the girl to scoff and turn around to look at what had caught Eddieâs attention. Once the girl noticed Y/N she scoffed before walking away from Eddie.Â
Y/N couldnât help but laugh when she walked away, mainly because of the confused expression on his face as he walked up to Y/N.
âYou might want to go after her,â Y/N commented, âSome girls donât like it when you smile at other girls from across the room.â
âItâs fine, it wasnât going anywhere anyways.â Eddie says, sitting next to Y/N.
âThat makes two of us.â Y/N says, âEvery guy Iâve spoken to has been sexist, completely self obsessed or just a dickhead. Iâm only looking for sex but I want to at least have some pleasure and none of the guys here are willing to give it.â
âYouâll find someone.â Eddie says.
âYou want a drink?â
Many drinks later Y/N and Eddie sat together in a more concealed area of the party, both quite drunk. Eddieâs arm was wrapped around Y/Nâs waist as he held her against him.
âYouâll hear my voice on the radio soon.â Y/N says, her head resting on Eddieâs chest.Â
âI better,â Eddie says, âI want to hear your voice everywhere I go.â
âWonât you find that annoying?â Y/N questioned, âI get tired of hearing my own voice sometimes.â
âI could never get tired of your voice, itâs just soâŚnice,â Eddie says, âI bet your ex-boyfriend was a lucky person.â
Y/N snorted, âEx-boyfriend? Never had one.â
âYouâve never been in a relationship?â Eddie questioned, his words slurred.
âNo,â Y/N laughed, âNo man is worth my time in a relationship, all they care about is themselves. Besides, no man has ever wanted to be in a relationship with me.â
âI find it hard to believe that no one has ever wanted to be in a relationship with you.â Eddie says, having a sip of his drink.
âWhy?â Y/N asked, looking up at Eddie.Â
âBecause you're beautiful, who wouldnât want to be with you?â Eddie says, brushing a strand of hair out Y/Nâs face.Â
Y/N smiled lazily, âBeautiful is a strong word.â
âNo, I mean it.â Eddie says, his hand resting on her jaw.Â
âWell youâre not too bad yourself Eddie.â Y/N mumbled.Â
Eddieâs hand continued to caress Y/Nâs face as he slowly inched his face closer to hers, his breath fanning her face. Y/N gripped onto the front of Eddieâs shirt, her eyes falling to his lips, Eddie watched her movements closely. Pulling him closer by his shirt, Y/N captured Eddieâs lips with her own, acting on an impulse.Â
The grip Eddie had on Y/Nâs waist tightened as he pulled her body to his. His other hand tangled in her hair. Y/Nâs body was on fire, she couldnât tell if it was because of the kiss or the alcohol in her system.Â
Pulling away, Y/N mumbled something to Eddie, âWe shouldnât be doing this.âÂ
âI know.â Eddie says breathlessly.
Y/N pulled Eddie back to her, kissing him passionately. Throwing her leg over his lap, she straddled him, while wrapping her arms around his neck. Eddie gripped her hips tightly, as Y/N began to move her hips on top of him. Everything in Y/Nâs brain was telling her to stop but her body was doing the complete opposite. She was desperate.Â
Their kiss was hungry and desperate, they kissed like the other would disappear at any second. Slowly, Eddieâs handâs roamed under Y/Nâs shirt, touching her bare skin. The touch set her skin on fire, goosebumps formed in his touchâs wake. Y/Nâs fingers tangled in his hair, messing it up.Â
âWe really shouldnât be doing this.â Eddie mumbled against her lips.
âI know.â
Y/N moved her hips once again, causing Eddie to let out a quiet moan. Y/N smirked against his lips.Â
âLetâs find a room.â
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Y/N L/N: [smiles]
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [smiles]
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#eddie roundtree#eddie roundtree x reader#eddie loving x reader#eddie loving#daisy jones and the six x reader#daisy jones and the six#josh whitehouse
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đđâ¤ď¸finally designing some jashlings for myselfâŚafter a full year of knowing chonnyâŚ
â ď¸TW // GOREY CONCEPTS, BLOOD, NOOSE/RED ROPE IMAGERY, DESCRIPTIONS OF AGONY
i have pages of designs for the three that i doodled in my school sketchbook, and honestly i canât pick one so iâm using â¨all of themâ¨. switching em out yknow?? maybe i accidentally created a bunch of aus instead of characters(??) because they all have loops that happen in different ways, or maybe they *are* the same but in different loopsâthe chonny paradox. anyways uhm some fellas to mention: nerd mind, merve (<3), deltarune soul, roe, toy-style soul, tadc mind (half an accident), a rabid heart, simon mind, an awesome enby soulâŚheart with heart-eye glasses but then disruptivevoid reblogged someoneâs cute render of the same ideaâ (honestly, lmao)
the gangs all here !!
but anyways I want to show off one design of soul in particular that has become an extremely fast favorite between me and my fellow rain-jash friend Sluggx!! itâs kinda gorey so i donât know how to censor it :[, but the image is small so scroll past if the warnings above irk you. but uh. say hi to Dyadracideâa word i coined that means âto kill the duoâ
me and my friend sluggx are going FERAL for him,,
ft roe and corona đąđâď¸
had the idea of designing a buttload of minds a bit ago, then recently this week i decided the same for soul. doodled him at school, then showed him to my friend via whiteboardfox :]. i draw Dyadra semi different now than there, but all his design is the same. rope neck that coils up inside his body when not in use, oversized pointy teeth (went monochromatik style with human teeth originally but nah), frizzly uhkempt hair, and a trident through his head. heâs always bleeding from the roof of his mouth, whether the trident is retracted into his skull or not. i love him so muchđđ. he has a full body and even a cute little gut but thatâs kept for later for now. consider this a teaser of my inner workings :monk_devious:
ive been drawing him *SOOo* muchhh aaughaâŚcanât wait to show you when i can :]. building a batch of art for a tumblr post that iâll dump later today maybe. get ready for some fun and gore galore~ (its not too gorey, just the trident-through-head-hes-always-choking-on-his-own-blood concept in full force. yummy ideas have to be explored huhu)
and off i go to have a late brunch. i always write these when i have something else to do lmao. *bites into omelette*
#chonny jash#chonny jash soul#cj soul#chonny jash mind#cj mind#chonnyâs charming chaos compendium#babyâs first jashling designs#jashlings#late heart mind soul designs#heart mind soul#ccccycles#ccccycles dyadracide#ccccycles roe#ccccycles corona#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj hms#wordwandering#hyperfixationhullabalooing#artists on tumblr
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I donât know if youâve done the nitty gritty world building but Iâm still curious about it:
Where do the triplets live? Do they have their own places in the common rings? Have they got property on the surface, or in other rings? Do they crash with Katia on occasion, or even live with her still?
Feel free to expand this to any other notable demons if you want!
(Sorry Iâm always simping for those three. Theyâre just so tasty)
The triplets have a shared apartment in the "Common Rings" section of Hell, where they were essentially raised. That being said, they spend most of their time on the surface. Especially Ludwig, who will just crash anywhere he can, sometimes on his car.
How can they afford to do this? You know how Lud can take advantage of "rifts"*? So can the others, and so they're constantly inexpensively moving from one place to the other.
It's not unlikely for one of them to rent something temporarily in the surface, or to stay at a hotel/motel for a short span of time. They're usually always moving in the surface however.
Katia has her own place, the poor woman deserves it after dealing with these three hooligans for decades. The three tried to get her back to Sloth so she could be more comfortable and relatively safer, they had to push some, but they succeeded. Katia worries about the distance however. They absolutely still spend lots of time with her, or invite her to the apartment (after Mervin bullies the other two into helping making the place look spotless), it's not as if they don't have contact.
*(you might want to surf waaay back to recall what these are, but think of them as errors in the fabric of reality, this ability to not only see and interact with them connected to the triplets supposedly only visual disability. These are portals between certain locations, and while Ludwig is the most adept at using them to quickly move around, Merv and Obie can do so as well. In fact, it was a rift just like this that landed Ludwig in the Null.)
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Title: The Things We Leave behind
Author: Briston
Artist: Merv (fruitmixtape)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Length: 52000
Warnings: minor character death, discussion of historical child abuse, substance use disorder.
Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Divorce Arc, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alcohol Abuse, Rehab, Discussion of Cheating, Alcoholic Dean Winchester, Recovering Alcoholic Dean Winchester
Posting Date: October 31, 2023
Summary: Cas has been getting progressively worried about Deanâs drinking for a while but mentioning it only causes tension in their marriage. The sudden death of Deanâs father brings everything to the breaking point. After a particularly bad fight, his husband seeks solace in whiskey and flirty women in the aftermath. When Cas finds out, he decides heâs had his fill, packs his bags, and leaves. Sam lives in California and has built a career as a well respected addictions counselor. When Cas calls to tell him that Dean is missing on a bender and their marriage is likely over, he drops everything to come to Kansas to find his brother. Dean clearly needs help. Sam convinces him to go with him to California and go through a rehab program. Dean only agrees because Cas refuses to have anything to do with him unless he stops drinking permanently. If he can't, their marriage is finished. Along the way, Sam and Dean discover that their father left them with more than just painful memories of a traumatic childhood. Their half-brother Adam might be exactly who they need to help pull all the fractured pieces together. Cas is giving Dean one last chance to turn things around. Nothing is easy, but maybe itâs still worth fighting for.
Excerpt: âYou know the only difference that would have made was that you would be as miserable as he was.â Cas grabbed both of their toothbrushes and toothpaste from the ensuite bathroom, tossing Deanâs his way. âI couldâve tried harder to get him to quit, go to rehab or something.â The toiletries went in the bag with some deodorant, a flannel, and some denim. He shot Cas a dirty look when he heard him huff in exasperation. âHow many times did you ask him to quit? Remember when Sam flew in for an intervention? Heâs a professional addictions counselor and the only thing that happened was that Sam flew home with a black eye and a refusal to ever come back.â âThatâs just because theyâre too much alike and canât stop themselves from fighting.â Dean was starting to raise his voice. Cas wasnât having any of it. âNo,â he knew he sounded snarky as shit but was so very tired of having the same argument about John Winchesterâs parenting skills. âItâs because your father is a narcissistic asshole with undiagnosed mental health issues that he self-medicates with whiskey.â Dean walked around the bed to where Cas was and grabbed his arm. The grip wasnât rough but it wasnât gentle either. His green eyes were anguished and pleading.  âDonât say that, he could be dying right now.â Somewhere deep down Cas knew he should be feeling guilty about just how little empathy he had for John right then. Heâd feel more compassion for a complete stranger than he did for the man who had hurt Dean again and again, both as a child and as an adult. He felt a small flash of resentment at having to defend Dean from his own negative thinking. âIt was always going to be this way with him, Dean. Every counselor youâve ever had has told you the same thing for years. You are not responsible for fixing him. Donât kill yourself trying to be accepted by someone who doesnât even deserve you.â
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