#dad Dream

[hardly-an-escape]

Hope the car trip is going better now! Been thinking about Hob being a teacher for younger kids and single dad!Morpheus flirting with him when picking up Orpheus.

The man overseeing the school pickup line really is unfairly handsome.

Morpheus keeps stealing glances at him as he hovers on the edges of the throng of parents and nannies. He has warm brown eyes and dark brown hair, cropped to his chin, which he keeps tucking behind one ear, where it almost immediately slips down and must be tucked up again.

Morpheus rather wants to be the one to do it; to slip his fingers into the man's hair, to perhaps run the tip of one finger along the shell of his ear. He briefly allows himself to fantasize stepping into the man's space as he does so, and in the fantasy the man smiles and allows him the liberty, and his warm eyes crinkle at the edges.

He is jolted out of the momentary fantasy when Orpheus crashes the full weight of his small body into Morpheus's hip, his oversized backpack bouncing dramatically behind him.

"Papa!!" he says jubilantly, and Morpheus's heart contracts in his chest, the way it always does when his son appears.

The man, whoever he is, seems not to have noticed that Morpheus’s eyes had lingered on him for much longer than was strictly polite, and Morpheus makes his escape.

~

The next time he sees the man it’s a week later, and Morpheus is running shamefully, unforgivably late. Orpheus is the last child left when he leaves his car running in a no parking zone and flings himself across the grass to his son.

The brown eyed man is kneeling beside him, comforting him, but Morpheus barely registers him. There are tears in Orpheus’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, running to them. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” he hears himself babble. Orpheus sniffles and curls into himself and the man looks up sharply, one hand still soft on the boy’s shoulder.

“You know, if you wouldn’t mind calling when you’re going to be late,” he says, voice chilly, “we can bring Orpheus to the after school program. But we can’t release him to that teacher without parental authorization.”

“No, I know,” Morpheus fumbles. “I was – I’m sorry, I was at an office across town and I – the traffic was extraordinarily bad and I realized I had left my phone behind and – I will call. Next time. I mean, it won’t happen again.”

The man nods, and squeezes Orpheus’s shoulder one more time before giving him a gentle nudge. He stands and walks away quickly as Orpheus crumples into Morpheus’s arms.

“I thought you forgot me,” he wails wetly, and Morpheus watches the stiff line of the man’s back march away and feels hot shame pulse through his veins.

“Never, my darling,” he soothes. “Never ever, you are all the stars in my sky, I could never forget you, it was just the traffic, I promise…”

~

The third time he sees the man, several days later, he dares not meet his eye.

He is early for school pickup – absurdly early, really, as he has been every day since that awful day – and there are only two or three other adults waiting outside the school door, where the brown eyed man is posted with a clipboard. Morpheus stands back with his hands in his pockets and stares at his shoes.

It’s not until another pair of shoes approaches and stops just inside the circle of Morpheus’s gaze that he realizes the man has come over to him.

There’s a soft noise of throat clearing. “Hey,” the man says kindly. “I wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“You do not owe me an apology,” Morpheus mutters.

“No, I feel like I do,” the man says. “I’m not normally that snappish. There was some other stuff going on that day that – well, it doesn’t really matter.” He waves a hand dismissively. “Doesn’t make it okay for me to bite the heads off of good dads who are just trying to pick up their kids.”

“You do not know if I’m a – good father,” Morpheus says, trying and failing to keep the bitter note out of his voice. “You know very little about me. Perhaps I am a monster.”

“I know Orpheus came to find me during library to tell me, as earnestly as a seven-year-old possibly can, all about what a good dad his Papa is, and how hard he works. And that I shouldn’t scold him, because he’s quite stressed right now and doing all the papaing alone. He did use the word papaing, it was very sweet.”

Morpheus is mystified by the turn this conversation has taken. “In… library?” he asks, clinging to perhaps the only part of the man’s little speech that he had understood.

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself.” The man switches his clipboard to his left hand and holds out his right to shake. Morpheus takes it dazedly. “Robert Gadling, but the kids call me Mr. Hob. I teach the library elective. You know, check their books out, tidy the shelves and such.”

“Morpheus Aeternus. I – thank you. You are very kind.”

The man – Hob – smiles, and his eyes crinkle at the edges, and Morpheus is forcibly reminded of the fact that his first impression, nearly two weeks before, had been one of almost instant attraction.

“So,” Hob says. “Papaing by yourself?”

“Oh. Yes. My wife… well,” amends Morpheus. “My ex-wife. Returned to her people in Greece some time ago. It has been just Orpheus and myself since then.”

“Sounds tough,” Hob says. His voice is gentle, and his eyes are so kind, and Morpheus would like very much to simply melt into them.

“Sometimes,” he allows. “But Orpheus makes it worth it.”

“Yeah, he’s a star, that one,” Hob smiles.

“He is all the stars in my sky,” Morpheus says seriously, and Hob smiles even more widely.

“Listen, if this is overstepping just tell me to sod off, but would you like to get a coffee sometime? I’m off Thursdays. I only ask,” Hob adds hurriedly, “because I’m not technically Orpheus’s teacher, so we could. If you wanted to.”

The school doors are opening, shrieking children pouring out of the building like a tiny stampede, but Morpheus is transfixed by the hopeful expression in Hob’s eyes.

“Yes,” he says faintly. “I would like that. Very much.”

come and drop a prompt in my inbox and I'll write you a drabble while I’m being a passenger princess on this road trip <3

[dadmareau]

i’m imagining adult dream and baby nightmare having their own shenanigans, it’s significantly less funny though cause dream would just be an emotional wreck

There would be many, many tears.

It feels wrong to call him brother. It's been a long time since he could call Nightmare his brother. But it brings relief. Enormous relief.

(summary of the dream dad au)

Dream would probably be an enormously protective and ruthless parent (end-game), though it would take him a character arc to see past Baby Nightmare as the symbol of what he lost. Although Nightmare is a child, he is still observant enough to understand his presence causes Dream such a great grief that it is palpable in the air when Dream is in the house. This would probably drive Nightmare to fall into further self-loathing and run away, prompting Dream to once again chase after his brother after neglecting him.

Thankfully, Dream would catch him and they could have a nice emotional talk about the past and why Dream "hates" Nightmare. Dream sums it up as the two having a very bad argument that ended so badly they stayed hurt for hundreds of years. Nightmare then asks if he ate the apples on the tree, to which Dream hesitantly says yes.

Eventually, they grow into trusting one another more and bonding better. Dream would not hesitate to act as a guardian to Nightmare and is happy raising him. Dream eventually learns that he can forgive himself because he realizes that he, too, was ultimately a child and just as helpless as Nightmare in the past. Nightmare is observant enough to know Dream is somehow an adult version of his brother, but still views him in a mix of fatherly/brotherly perspective. I think Dream would end up more as Nightmare's crybaby, caring big brother, but it's up to you.

I kind of get the vibe that Dream would be pretty pathetic in the beginning before taking up arms when he realizes Nightmare is still being endangered by the villagers. They probably wouldn't recognize him, since he's got a different temperament (isn't willing to be pushed around by their demands anymore.) They assume he's some kind of new guardian from the tree to replace their old one for the rising demands they're making. Entitled, arrogant, etc.

Dream prefers being more straightforward, so I think he probably betters their situation by just being himself (honest, kind, generous, friendly, caring) and winning over the townsfolk again. But he would absolutely use their goodwill to pamper his younger brother without remorse. He's fundamentally against unnecessary cruelty or violent forms of revenge, but he is absolutely vindictive when it comes to holding the villagers accountable.

Always the goody two shoes, he offers them forgiveness if they repent for being horrible people and change their horrible ways... perhaps by helping him restore his home? And maybe then they'll see that Nightmare is not a monster, but just a little boy...?

[topazshadowwolf]

I can't stop thinking about the idea that Dream's group were also in that au during gooptales at some point and Blue and Ink got that potion on them too. Like at some point the brothers have to meet up for something and they're both exhausted from sudden parenthood (because yeah Nightmare has twice as many to deal with but Dream has Blue with more energy and Ink with less impulse control, good luck to him). Also that Sci probably knows and just didn't think to mention that the same thing was happening to Dream too lol

Nightmare stood there with the grocery cart. Cross was sitting in the seat, Dust clinging to a tendril, and Killer and Horror were pulling themselves up on an open refrigerated case to pick out the yogurts they wanted before Nightmare could help them. He would be there to help them if it wasn't for the other staring right back at him.

Dream, his brother, looked at Nightmare with half-lidded, tired sockets. Sleeping in the cart was a child-sized Stretch. More surprising was a leash around Dream's wrist. Following the leash down, Nightmare saw Ink... a very young and small Ink.... He was wearing what looked to be just a teddy bear backpack, but it was clearly also a child leash. (Made sense as he doubted anyone could keep an eye on that ball of energy that was already asking Nightmare a list of questions while bouncing on his toes.)

"MR. DREAM! THEY ARE CLIMBING ON STUFF! THAT ONE IS GETTING IN THE CASE! ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THAT?" Asked a very small Blue who was tugging on Dream's hoodie. Yes... Hoddie. His brother was not dressed as nicely as he normally does. He was wearing cargo pants with pockets packed with toys, crayons, and other things to occupy his two charges.

...

"They are doing what?!" Nightmare blurted as the words Blue said settled into his mind. The tentacle Dust was holding wrapped around the child as he hurried over to get Killer out of the yogurt case.

---

It turns out that Lyra and Core decided to plan a grocery trip for the two so they could see each other. The two walk up, feigning ignorance of this plot. The brothers don't talk then, but as Killer and Ink start playing, the brothers mutter in agreement to a "playdate" for the kids. It was then that they finally talked and swapped stories, trying to see who had it worse. And sorry, Killer, try as you might, a tiny Ink is a true menace to peace.

[somevany]

Alex likes painting herself sometimes, not often

Alex doesn't like ink that much, she doesn't hate him thought

And she looks up to Dream, who adopted them

Dream belongs to jokublog

Ink belongs to comyet

Alex belongs to me

[thesacredorb]

"it's just a girl harmonizing with her ceiling fan"

No. Thats the sound of Dream's (biological) mother humming him to sleep when he was little, before their village was raided and burned, reduced to nothing but cinders and ash. That's the song Dream would hum quietly to himself when he was curled up in his hiding place, after he just went to check on his village to see if anyone was left, only to find burnt bodies and fresh corpses (friends, neighbors, his parents, and his siblings) and his home in ruins.

That's the sound of Puffy taking the time to search and search for everything she possibly could about Dreamons, a dying species, just so she could find the right lullaby to sing to Dream on the nights he would have nightmares. That is the sound of Dream humming with her because there wasn't any reason for her to learn it, but she did anyways to make him feel better. That's Foolish learning to do the same when he's old enough. That's Dream clinging to his new family, hoping and praying to whatever God is listening to just let him have this. That is Dream wishing the same thing when he first meets George and Sapnap, his two best friends that seemingly came out of nowhere when he needed them, doing everything within his power to keep them as close to him as he possibly can.

That is the sound of Dream occasionally humming that same lullaby to himself in the prison, when he really needed reminders of home, of his Momma, after he just had Quackity come in for the second time this week to try and get the revival book out of him and he refused. That's the sound of Techno doing his best to help Dream relax for once after getting trapped in the prison with him, that's Techno humming with him while fixing up the bandages wrapped around Dream's abdomen chest and arms, making sure they weren't too tight so the wounds underneath them could heal properly. That is Punz doing the same after the prison break, helping Dream come down from panic and anxiety attacks when he couldn't sleep, especially during the weeks he couldn't find Jobi (a young Dreamom -from a village Dream didn't know was in the SMP- who somehow dug through the obsidian walls looking for food, and decided hanging around and bothering Dream was her new favorite thing to do, and Dream got attached to her unknowingly) anywhere and assumed the worst. Assuming that Quackity found her and was either gonna use her against him or was doing something terrible to her that he couldn't protect her from.

That is the sound of Dream humming that same lullaby to Jobi, because she knew it too and missed it just as much as he did and humming it with him after finally getting reunited. After he finally got her back after weeks of thinking there was a possibility that she was gone because they had gotten close and everyone (Sam, Tommy when he got locked in there, Quackity, Techno and Bad) noticed. But she wasn't, she isn't, she's here and she's alright and that's all that matters to him.

That, is what that is.

[kumezyzo]

we’ve had dad!george and dad!nap,, could we get some dad!dream?

i had such a shitty day so this is my therapy.

anyway, enjoy. or dont :) m.list

bf!dream who thinks youre joking when you bring up the idea that you're pregnant. but when he realizes your not, he freezes.

"im pregnant," you say as you step into his office, standing there awkwardly. your boyfriend laughs at you, going back to scrolling on his phone. when you stay silent, he looks up at you shaking in the doorway. he studies you for a second, feeling his heart drop.

"you're joking, right?" he asked, setting his phone down. you shook your head and pleadingly looked at him. he stood up and walked over to you, tilting your chin up to look at you better.

you tried to to inhale deeply but it became shaky the longer you stood there. your boyfriend brought you in for a hug, trying to take in the news for himself.

bf!dream who does everything in his power to hide your pregnancy from the public until your ready or far enough in your pregnancy.

"you sure you want me to post it?" he asked you, laying his head on your chest and rubbing your bump. in his other hand, his phone that displayed the final step of an instagram post. the first picture was of your most recent ultrasound and the other ones of you through your pregnancy.

"yeah," you shrugged and rested your head on the fluffy hair on his head. "might as well, im almost due. its getting harder for me to hide this. just post it, baby."

bf!dream who feels it finally sink in when you find out youre having a girl. he starts thinking about how she'll be a mix of both of you and hopes that she looks more like you.

bf!dream who thinks its so cute and funny when you waddle around the house, trying to navigate the world with a child growing inside of you.

bf!dream who, unprovoked, kisses your belly and is always touching it. he likes to love on you and the baby as much as he can. he will cuddle you and make sure your as comfortable as you can be.

bf!dream who will most likely run out to get you what you're craving. if its midnight and you're restless, he'll easily get you to go back to sleep and convince you to wait until morning--when he can actually get you what you need.

bf!dream who is as calm as he can be when you go into labour. he tries to calm you down as much as possible by taking on most of the paperwork and getting everything else situated.

bf!dream who cries so much when he gets to hold your little girl for the first time. in that moment he vows to her, even if its in his mind, that he will do everything in his power to give her the best life possible.

bf!dream who loves doing skin-to-skin contact with her as much as he can in the first few weeks. and you like watching it.

bf!dream who will fall asleep with your baby in his arms in an attempt to rock her to sleep. you end up with enough pictures and videos to last a lifetime.

bf!dream who refuses to let you get up in the middle of the night to attend to your crying newborn unless he is too tired to even move.

im kinda angry rn but im not quite sure why.... maybe its cause i got a new phone and the entirety of my camera roll is way too large to transfer... or maybe its cause i interacted with some shitty people today. i also had to delete 30,000 messages of just one persons contact alone in order to transfer other stuff and it was my ex-best friend and it made me really sad to see the messages of him telling me he loved me. and i saw him again today.... so that might be it...

regardless, im not in the best mood so this isnt very long or detailed. yea, i hope you guys enjoyed or whatever. -nony

[dnf-fics]

86bpm (Best Part of Me)

by snowdreamr

Summary:

Salty tears welled up in Dream’s eyes and a wide smile shone on his face. His daughter was in his arms, giggling adorably, and swatted his cheek.“Dada,” she repeated, and it rang beautifully. It resonated like a perfect symphony—a sound of the utmost complexity, turning Dream’s insides into cotton. “I love you, princess,” he whispered, pinching her little nose. Then, he turned around and headed for the door. But before he got there, his daughter said something else. Or, well, she meowed something else. He ran back towards the crib, and in the very same place where he’d left his human baby less than five seconds ago… he found a kitten.

Dream’s long path towards building a family.

[findmeinthefallair]

I continue to be...speechless. I'm just so in awe of this show.

These siblings will have a lot to talk about

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[sarcastic-clapping]

LET YOUR DAD DIE: IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S WHAT HE DID TO HIS DAD.

Lestat + Claudia: Patricide & The Cycles of Violence - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) - Catherine Lacy, "Cut" (2019) / Anne Rice, "The Vampire Lestat" (1985) / Anne Rice, "Interview with the Vampire" (1976)

[dropofsoup]

Based on this post by @malaierba !!

Modern AU but Shuro has short hair and Namari mistook him for her dad: the aftermath

[nebulanightsky]

Someone asked to see the bonus, and I'm giving them the bonus..

YALL GETTING CROSS WEARS A FAIRY DRESS DOODLES

[bigfatbreak]

How does nooroo feel about Tom in your villian dad au?

After initial introductions, Tom basically thinks Nooroo is a figment of his imagination and a testament to his mind crumbling from the grief of losing Sabine. Nooroo gets an inside look on what really matters to tom, though

Tom uses the butterfly miraculous not for himself, but for the benefit of his daughter. The vengeance he's trying to take on "Hawkmoth" isn't quite as simple as "you're responsible for the death of my wife," it stems from a very, very different source - which makes Nooroo more sympathetic to helping him.

He's still not thrilled, but, Marinette and Tom are so kind to him, he really can't find it in himself to complain.

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

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thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

ames note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[somevany]

Alex and dream!

Alex is a oc that got adopted by Dream :>

[wonderrosss]

When you look at your reflection, who do you see?