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Dream of The Endless x Child/Teen Reader
Um... I don't know what this is. I was debating posting this so close to Father's Day but- screw it.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst no comfort ig..., I guess child abandonment, I don't know if that's what you'd call it.
Read it and Weep
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"Sooo, you will never, ever, ever, ever leave me all by myself again?" Dream smiled down at his daughter as he brought their foreheads together as he replied.
"Never."
"Ever?"
"Ever."
"You promise?"
Y/n couldn't stop the smile from growing on her face as she watched her father firmly place a hand over his heart as though he were taking a proper oath (because he was) and repeated her words.
"I promise."
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A tear slipped from his eye and down his cheek as he relieved the memory.
That was nearly half a century ago. He made that promise only to leave the next day and never get back.
God, what must she think of him now?
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"He's going to come back." Lucienne said softly, peering over her glasses in that oh so librarian way.
"You say that a lot." Y/n groaned, she was tired of hearing the same thing day after day.
"I say it because it's true." She answered sternly. "Do you really think he would have just left the Dreaming alone? Left you alone?"
Y/n didn't respond
"Do you?"
After a good second she answered,
"I don't know." Punctuating it with a weak shrug of her shoulder.
Lucienne looked almost surprised- almost
"I would think you would have much more faith in him."
"Fifty years can wear someones faith down."
"He's your father."
"Yea? Then where is he?" She swept her hands around, gesturing at the disheveled library- no one else was there but them. "Not here, that's for sure."
"He told me, no, he promised me that he wouldn't leave me. He promised-" She choked out slumping into one of the library's dusty victorian chairs.
"Why wouldn't he come back? Why..." The words raspy as she tried to hold back the tears on her lashes, if she blinked they'd fall.
"I've known your father for as long as I remember," Lucienne started as she put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "And if there's one thing I know it's that he has never broken a promise on purpose. Ever."
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He has to get out, has to get back. Back to the Dreaming, back to his little darling.
Was she even little anymore?
It's been nearly a century now.
She probably hates him. But Could he blame her?
He dropped his head, and with a voice so quiet it wasn't even a whisper, he repeated the words he spoke once before, "I promise."
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I wish you would write a fic.....where Morpheus is having a rough day, but doesn't care admit it to you however you KNOW something is up and you try to get his attention and curl up in his lap and he scowls but eventually he gives in? Maybe? And does that half smile that's not quite a smile
Stubborn
Word Count: 843
Reader: Gender Neutral (not specified)
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“What’s the problem, my sweet Dream?”
Morpheus’s steely, bitter, gaze slid over to you. You leaned against the doorframe of your shared bedroom. A sympathetic smile tugged on your lips upon seeing your love’s unsavory mood.
You crossed the room, standing before Dream who was lounging on the couch in front of the unlit fireplace. Dream slowly tipped his head back. Hard lines were etched in his face: his lips in a thin tight line, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, and his blue eyes more icy and distant.
Using your thumb, you smoothed out the tension between his brows. You spoke in a soft, loving voice. “Talk to me, what’s bothering you?”
Despite your sweetness, Dream scoffed under his breath. “Nothing.”
You hummed, not believing him at all. “Uh-huh, would you like to try again? Maybe tell me the truth this time.”
“I am telling the truth.” Dream almost sneered at you, instead his tone was short - an obvious sign for you to not push it.
You, however, would keep pushing it. You would not have his rain clouds or dreadful frown.
“Of course,” you whispered, soothingly. You cupped his face and with your thumbs rubbed calming circles across his cheeks. “And it has nothing to do with the Dreaming? A certain influx of dreams and nightmares?”
Dream felt - for a short quick moment - his walls fell. He wanted to lean into you, he wanted to block out the world so it was only you and him. But, his pride and stubbornness knew no bounds. He was the Dreaming’s provider. He should be able to handle anything, he should be able to maintain order without breaking a sweat.
But.
He couldn’t.
He has been tested recently, more so than ever. With his return, the doors of the Dreaming were reopened welcoming a rush of new dreamers in which he was grossly unprepared for. It angered him. It angered him that he was still weak despite gaining back his talismans, it angered him that he underestimated the situation, it angered him that he - Dream of the Endless - could not stand alone anymore.
Yes, the need of relying on others now angered him, but it frightened him more.
He was always alone.
Always him.
Always others at arm’s length.
Now, he had you. You who offered comfort, and a lending hand. He now had Lucienne to take up new responsibilities to lessen his load. He had Matthew, Merv, and even Cain and Abel. He had new dreams and nightmares.
He had a new found family.
And it all frightened him.
Dream looked away from you, jerking his head from your warm hands. “It is nothing as I said before.”
Heartache burned in your chest, a quick flicker. Your smile dropped. Dream admently avoiding your eyes, glaring off into the distance. A scowl deepened across his features. Taking a deep breath, you moved. No, not away. You moved closer, unwilling to yield to him. Dream was stubborn, but so were you. You straddled Dream, and gently cupped the side of his face to force his attention back onto you.
“Please, not now. I wish to be alone.” Dream murmured, keeping his gaze casted downward.
“No.” You answered with a slight tease in your voice.
Dream’s eyes flickered up. Love, unabashed love, twinkled in your eyes. You tossed him a lopsided smile. His heart instantly melted. You gently brushed back loose dark strands from his face. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you now. You trapped him under your tender loving spell. You leaned down, softly kissing his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed. Your lips traveled down, kissing every inch of his face. With each kiss, each one of Dream’s walls fell, and he sunk further and further into you. He let out a heavy sigh. You kissed his closed eyelids and murmured ‘I love you’ constantly under your breath.
You pulled back, leaving a thin space and muttered, “Come here, my sweet Dream.”
You twisted around, laying across the couch and dragging Dream down with you. He followed. His willpower bended to you, finally. You laid your head on the armrest of the couch while Dream’s head rested on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, and kissed the top of his head.
You whispered into his hair. “You don’t have to say anything right now, we can talk about it later if you want. But, let’s just lay here for a little bit, okay?”
He didn’t respond.
His arms, inch by inch, wrapped underneath you. His body was comfortably slotted between your legs. He closed his eyes, focusing on your finger drawing shapes on his back. His lips parted as a quiet, pleased sigh passed through them.
He didn’t respond, but you had your answer: he would stay.
Dream turned his head, burying his head into you. A tiny smile twitched on his lips. A smile hidden completely from view.
Frightened and stubborn, yes he was. But, he was also relieved and happy. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had others.
He had you.
#the sandman#dream x reader#morpheus x reader#morpheus#dream of the endless#dream#gender neutral#gn!reader#ask#bakerstreethound#short blurb
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Yo! I cannot get enough of dad!dream! Can you write something with reader and Morpheus bonding by her taking him around and showing him what she did while he was trapped and Morpheus lamenting about being gone for so long and missing his child’s (because he absolutely accepts that that is his kid. No ands ifs or buts) milestones.oh! Maybe a scene where he shows her around the dreaming while he’s repairing it and she gets to see what it looks like it it’s full glory!
Star Collector
Dream of the Endless x Fae!Reader (tho tis mostly Dream & his fae!baby girl)
Summary: Your daughter grew up loving flowers. One day, a strange man comes to her whist she was playing in the garden, and she immediately offers him some buds from her collection.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: fem!reader, fae!mother & daughter, girl dad!dream, CUPCAKE BABY GIRL!daughter, fluff, angst?, typos, etc.
A/N: lol u sent this before i even got back to you. update: IM FINALY GETTING BACK TO YOU. I THINK IM IN A DAD!DREAM STREAK. I had a little problem with continuity and feasibility of the kid, well, being a child after dream was trapped for a nearly a century, so i made them fae! hope you dont mind. anyway, i hope you like it, and i hope it was worth the wait my love love love
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
The sky was a lilac and orange color today. The sun was lowly kissing the mountain ranges from across our domain. The dusk left a pinkish haze in its wake. The fireflies were at the start of their debut.
The balmy breeze embraced my daughter as sweetly as I would as she gathered all the flowers in our front lawn to her heart's content.
And I had been in the middle of a chore when I felt a ripple of dread rush through me. The spoon in one hand and the jar of honey in the other quickly left my grips as I ripped my chiffon skirt up and dashed over to the open door by my kitchen. I had a complete view of my baby mere moments ago. Now, she was not at all eye shot.
So as I ran outside, my heart raced; my bare feet galloped across the grass and dirt of the garden.
Then all at once, the air was stolen from my lungs and my movements come to an abrupt halt. He stood there, a tall, dark figure, starkly contrasting the fauna and the tiny, bright baby next to him.
Her voice was small and soft, and her hair tie was loose around her hair. She raises a flower bud and grins from ear to ear.
He bends down and takes the flower bud from her, muttering a gracious thank you.
When he turns to me, a shiver runs down my spine.
I am in utter disbelief. I only realize it was indeed real after he walks over to me and says my name.
I gasp for air, "Dream?"
The next moment, I am in his arms, embracing him tightly.
"You came back to us," I speak against his chest, eyes water.
He presses a kiss on the side on the top of my head, "I apologize I did not come sooner."
I pull away from him shaking my head. I take his face in my hands, grunting softly when I feel the stickiness of the honey in my fingers. I retreat my hands, as not to spread the thing on his cheek, but he presses his hands atop mine, holding me back. His palm covers the back of my hand as he pushes my hold back on him. He sighs at the contact.
My lips quiver at the sight of him. The next moment, I pull him into a kiss, still reeling from the fact he was here and that I could do this.
I wonder if it was me, him, or the time between us, but it felt different. The feel of his lips were both longing and loving but there was feel to it that I could not identify.
When we break away, I take his arm and lead him back to the girl. I look at her then look at him, smiling as I did, "she is a collector, my lord. She has only bore witness to 4 planetary alignments and yet she knows more flowers than I."
I turn to him, wondering if he remembered that that was how our folk counted our age, and that I meant the alignment of the five planets, which, on the basis of other creatures, happened every 19 years.
I do not get to respond or note on how he gulps at my words.
It was blistering reminder that it has been that long.
Dream nods, "she has named many flowers to me," he mutters and smiles, "she is as enchanting as her mother."
I chuckle and lean into him, "but she is as stubborn as her father."
He turns to me furrows his brows at this.
I release his arm with a chuckle and crouch down, beckoning the child over. I call out her name and she turns to me idly. "Come, my love," I wave my hands toward me.
She turns back to her flowers and continues to put them into her basket.
I let out a soft sound and stand. I turn to Dream, "the spitting image, as you see."
Dream's expression hardens. He is not stubborn. He furrows his brows tighter and looks down at the child, calling her name out with authority, making her turn to him. She stills as she looks up at the man, who says, "your mother is calling for you."
She merely blinks at him.
I laugh, shaking my head. I crouch down and lean on my knees. I call out to her again, beckoning her over in a higher pitch, and at last, she finally comes over, although visibly reluctant.
I laugh at her and take her into my arms, peppering her cheeks with kisses as I do so. She coils up and giggles and grins because of this.
Dream watches the exchange and feels his chest tighten.
I turn to him with a smile then back to the child, "my sweetling," I mutter to her, "do you know who this is?"
We turn to Dream at the same time. When I turn back to her, she purses her lips and looks with her wide eyes. She turns back to me, "sandman."
I break into a laugh and nod at her, "yes, my bright star. That is the sandman. He commands dreams."
She turns back to him and leans into me, casually observing the man.
I rock her in my arms and kiss her head, "that's your father, my love. You asked me before why you didn't have a father-"
Dream clenches his jaw.
"-I said you did-"
Because she does.
"-and this is him, darling," I explained.
Immediately, the girl perks, eyes widening even more than they already were. She mutters questioningly, then points, "sandman?"
I nod at her words, "yes, child, sandman is your father."
"Father?" she repeats incredulously, "he is my father?"
Dream feels as though he was kicked in the teeth.
My baby turns to me and whispers, "father?"
I give a sad smile and nod, "yes, baby. Father."
She turns to him and points, "you.... father?"
I turn back to Dream with a smile that is quickly stunted when I see the expression on his face. Dream looks like he was devoid of all color, more so this moment than a while ago.
I release a breath, rocking my daughter in my arms, "my dear, do you want to go to your father?"
The girl turns to me then back to him. She does not speak and only reaches out both her hands to Dream.
Dream instantly stiffens, visibly taken aback by the eagerness of the child. Yet not a second too late, he reaches out for her and takes her in his arms. In that moment, I swear I saw his being twinkle as she leaned into him.
The girl was so little and soft against him. He felt the need to hold his breath, as somehow the act would have been offensive to her. He would never do anything to offend her. It had been so long since he had held something so... so frail, so tender, so delicate in his arms. The moment she placed her clammy palm against his chin, he decided he would die for her. The moment she blinked at him then smiled, his insides scorched with a familiar protectiveness; he would never let anything happen to this creature so long as he was.
"Father," she mumbles through upturned lips. There was apparent splendor in her eyes. He would willingly be put through imprisonment again if only it ascertained that she never loses this gleam.
She smiles from ear to ear, "I love you."
Dream's soul is crushed.
No. He will never be imprisoned again. The thought of never beholding the sight of her sparkling face is the worst punishment anyone could ever muster.
Dream opens his mouth, wanting nothing more than to repeat and reassure his love that he, in fact, loved her too, but somehow, it did not feel right. It felt out of place, it felt cheap. He did not feel worthy to repay her affections when he knew his words were not nearly as genuine as hers. For he was jaded and cynical and so utterly lost.
He is glad that she leans into him, holding him in a tight embrace. He did not have to speak anything it seems
The sight of the father-daughter duo brought tears to my eyes.
I watched as Dream rubbed her back and tightened his hold on her form.
He releases a breath and mutters lowly, "would you like to see my collection, daughter?"
Immediately, his daughte pulls back and perks up. Her lashes flutter in intrigue, "do you-" excited heave, "do you collect flowers?!"
Dream presses his lips into a smile and shakes his head, "I collect stars."
The gasp that leaves her is one of astounded enchantment, "y-you WHAT?!" The girl turns to me with eyes the size as saucers, "mother! HE COLECTS STARS!"
I return her expression with shocked amusement.
Dream brushes her hair back, "I keep them in my coat."
The girl immediately turns to his coat, watching it so intently.
"If you like, I will give them all to you."
She does not hesitate and readily nods in excitement, "I DO, I DO, IDO, IDO, IDOIDOIDO!"
Dream laughs, "then, I say, all the stars in the sky are yours, my love," he announces softly, "however... I am embarrassed to admit, I have just regained my strength. I have yet to finish rebuilding my domain, so I cannot call the heavenly bodies and introduce you as their master for I have nowhere to invite them."
She stays silent upon hearing that. Then after a moment, she looks up at him, "we can invite them to here."
Dream presses his lips into a smile, "a generous offer."
"I can show them my flowers!"
I coo at the girl's sentiment.
"My daughter, bringing a star to the land of the Fae would be unwise," he gently explains, "instead, I will hasten my reconstruction of the Dreaming and bring you there promptly after."
She raises her hand, "I like dreaming!"
He is momentarily taken aback by this. Dream knows well the tide and currents of a child's mind, ever-changing and wild. Their words at times were here then there. It similar to that of dreams. And yet hearing this from his child was similar to having your heart clenched.
"I am honored by you," he adjusts her hold on her, "... would you like to watch me rebuild our Dreaming then?"
She opens her mouth then turns to me. I offer her a smile and nod instantly. She turns back to him and blinks slowly. She hums before she speaks, "I help mother cook, so I help father re-bill our dreaming."
Dream feels those words tug at the very fibre of his being. He gives the faintest of retorts, for he is afraid he would break if he spoke any louder, "thank you."
#dream of the endless fanfic#dream of the endless fluff#the sandman fanfic#the sandman fluff#the sandman x reader#morpheus fluff#the sandman x you#dream x you#dream fanfic#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless x you#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#dad!dream of the endless#dad!dream#girl dad!dream#papa bear!dream#the sandman blurb
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a small nap . . .
Just a quick little blurb I thought of this afternoon: Morpheus as a little angry kitten! I don’t know why I just thought this would be so cute, sorry, it’s really badly written but I rushed through it and I thought it was a cute idea soooo yeah :)
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For a few months now, Morpheus had begun amusing himself by shaping himself into different animal forms and skulking around different cities of the world. Usually he would shape himself into birds, cats, even a mouse once (after he had been chased by a raccoon he decided to not try it again). He would listen to the humans speak in their loud ways, sneak peeks into children’s dreams to ensure they were peaceful, allow himself to simply exist as an unassuming animal. A simple distraction that he indulged himself, he would occasionally do this, and this night was no different.
His animal form of choice this night was a small black cat. Morpheus had been annoyed with some challenging Nightmare creations lately, and did not wish to be disturbed on his Waking outing. Humans had superstitions about black cats, he reasoned to himself, none shall bother me in this form. He may have misjudged the sizing in his haste, as he padded past a window and saw his reflection.
A kitten?!
Morpheus huffed mentally, but did not bother himself with changing his form already. The evening was passing and night falling, his Dreaming coming to life once again, his dreams and nightmares beginning to fulfill their purpose.
Morpheus forced his mind to be blank as he continued to scamper around the city, pointedly hopping over puddles that were forming due to the soft rain that had begun to drop. As more raindrops plopped onto his small kitten's back and a few assaulted his pointy ears, Morpheus scampered to a window ledge, squishing his already teeny body close to the corner to be shielded under the awning of the building. Free of the deluge, Morpheus began to lick his paws clean.
“Oh! Look at you!”
Morpheus had been so absorbed in his attempt to erase the annoying feeling of rain in his ears that he had entirely failed to acknowledge the human that had halted at the sight of him.
The unexpected and loud words caused Morpheus to scramble in a brief flash of panic that made him angrily feel like prey, that anger only growing as his scrambling made him lose his footing on the window pane, nearly slipping off into a massive puddle below. Regaining his footing, Morpheus turned his flustered kitten face and piercing eyes up to glare down the insufferable human that had disturbed his solitude.
“Oh you sweet little darling, where’s your mama?” Morpheus was muddled at this young human woman. She herself was drenched, having no protection from the rain pelting down, not dressed for this weather and shivered violently even as she crouched down to get a better look at the grumpy kitten.
“Do you have a warm home for tonight, hmm? Are you hungry?”
Morpheus was unamused at being spoken to like he was a simple infant, and considered hissing a warning to this human. Before he could make his threat, she began to reach for him, causing him to once again scramble, only this time, he did indeed lose his footing and splashed down into the puddle with indignity. Before he could recover from this embarrassing blunder, he felt cold hands scoop his boney kitten form up and plopped into the arms of this human.
The nerve of this one, it will be only Nightmares for you!
He began to hiss on instinct at being shaken about as the human quickly walked through the rain again, but was softly shushed and ever so slightly rocked in a manner that may prove soothing to other humans, but not to Morpheus.
Before Morpheus had the time to consider making his escape, the human woman turned into a building, out of the rain, and up some stairs until they reached her apartment. Once inside the door, the girl smiled down at the shivering form of Morpheus glaring up at her.
“Here we are little one. Let’s get you nice and warm, huh?”
And there was Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, an Endless, one of the most powerful beings in the Universe, a god… in the form of a malnourished, grumpy black kitten by his own design… being carefully held in a fluffy towel and the warm air of a hairdryer passing over his fur, making it unnecessarily fluffy. He glanced up at the human, after pointedly ignoring her for quite some time, and wondered why she had taken so much time to dry and warm him first, without doing the same actions for herself.
Seeing the kitten look at her, she smiled and cooed gentle words to Morpheus as she finished drying his fur into a fluffy mess, before carrying him into her tiny kitchen and pulling some milk and tuna from her fridge for him to feast upon.
“Sweet baby,” whispered the girl as she carefully set him down on the cold counter after warming the rest of the milk she had, “eat up okay? Let me just dry off and I’ll be back okay? Stay there baby.” Morpheus wanted to scoff but instead conceded to lap at the bowl of warmed milk for the sake of the human.
Let her believe she is helping me.
Only a few moments later the human reappeared, dressed more comfortably than Morpheus had ever seen a human be, her wet hair tied into a knot at the top of her head, and a soft smile on her face as she saw that he was partaking in her warm milk offering. He sniffed in her direction, accidentally snorting some milk drops, causing his kitten form to fall into a sneezing fit.
Morpheus could have rolled his eyes at the instant cooing the human provided him, scooping him up against her chest and whispered sweet nothings to him.
He simply could not abide this. He was a god!
But before his all-powerful indignation could prompt him into action, the girl plopped herself and him under a warm blanket, and instantly began to gently scratch behind his ears. The low hum and light of the human’s TV engulfed the both of them. Without considering his godly image, Morpheus began to purr and stretch his tiny body across this human’s chest in pure comfort as the combination of a tummy full of warm milk, the warm blanket draped across his frail back, her warm chest against his tummy and under his kneading paws, and the gentle scratches behind his ears overcame his senses.
A simple nap will do neither of us any harm…
This is how I imagined Morpheus as a kitten, but with blue eyes uuuugh how adorable
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Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??
Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!
Eddie Munson x reader
Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.
Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.
Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.
He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.
And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.
“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.
Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.
“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”
“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”
“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.
“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”
Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.
Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.
He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.
‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.
You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.
“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.
“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”
“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”
“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.
“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”
You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.
“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”
You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.
“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”
Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.
“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.
“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.
Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.
“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”
You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.
“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“
You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.
“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.
Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.
And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.
“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.
You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.
Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.
And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.
There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.
This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.
Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.
And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.
God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.
“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.
You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.
Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.
You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.
At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.
Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.
Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”
#guys I swear I’m not making these up the numbers all match thank god I’ve been obsessed with my character playlists this year lmao#great choices!#also I know enter sandman was 91 but it’s maybe my fav Metallica song forgive me for inc it lol#as a note this plot was either gonna be this or Eddie in a v 80s cherry bomb crop top#ONE DAY I will write Steve and Eddie properly into a crop top it is an important mission in my life#but another plot I had for a rq has someone in an outfit to do with the song#these r definitely turning into more like fics not blurbs sorry hope that’s okay lmao#Eddie Munson/reader#Eddie Munson fluff#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson fic#Eddie Munson blurb#stranger things#my fics#ask#anon#2k
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little Morpheus blurb
Morpheus, king of Nightmares and Dreams, has loved before in all sorts of ways. Family, friends, lovers, creations, all of them he has loved in his own way.
But nothing feels like you. You burn through his bones and haunt his mind like a ghost, your name feels secure on his tongue and he makes a home curled in your chest. You are everywhere and he can't stop thinking of you.
He needs you for eternity. He needs to know that you will always be there to catch him when he falls and vice versa.
He thinks he can feel the influences of his siblings, Desire and Despair, Delirium and a pinch of Destruction but he quickly realises it's all just him.
Morpheus feels as if he is drowning in his own sea of dreams, have they really forgotten their master so quickly?
But then...you walk into the throne room and he is torn out of his thoughts. The tempest of his soul is calmed, it's all plain sailing here on in.
You patiently climb the marble stairs to his throne, your heels clicking on the floor. Each noise, each little clack is a measure of how close you are to being in his arms and he counts each one.
And then you are there, standing by his side. He wraps a cloaked arm around your waist, leans his head against your hip and breathes you in like you're incense.
"My love," the words are like artificial sweetener on his lips, a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. You've been apart for too long and it hurts him so bad, so very bad.
He has so much time to make up for but so much yet to do, tools to get back and rogue nightmares to stop.
But for now he'll let himself be consumed by you, find temporary refuge in your company.
You are an island, calm and sunny and relaxing, in the middle of a raging storm and he loves you.
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nothing less and nothing more than reader x morpheus https://twitter.com/piinkimi_/status/1577659873269096448?t=YEHpco3zR73mu0XYV8ON3g&s=19
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Lol definetly! Apart from the fact that cats kiss each other at every chance given, I can see that Morpheus and his lover messing with each other in reader's dream like this. Here is a little imagine!
You always wondered if you could turn into a cat like Morpheus, and in theory, you knew you could. That was your dream and Morpheus had the softest heart for you so he would grant your wish.
And he did.
"So, my love... Now that you and I are both cats... What would you like to do?"
Morpheus immediately regretted his words because you just wouldn't stop. You possibly ran at every corner of the Dreaming, scared Lucienne by jumping on her from a corner of the library, made Matthew run away for his life because he couldn't get his precious newly-groomed feathers between your paws and played fetch with Goldie... With zero tiredness.
And now that you knew how fun being a cat was, you didn't let Morpheus turn you into a human again. It wasn't that Morpheus couldn't do it, more like he couldn't find it in himself to stop you from laughing to your heart's content when you were already suffering enough. The Waking World was trully a stressful place, that much he knew since he was the King of Dreams and was able to watch the dreams of other people, seeing how badly that life affected them and they escaped from reality to have a piece of happiness...
"Allright, that's enough, darling... You are needed back in the Waking and haven't slept at all."
"Aww, come on! Stop sounding like my mom!"
"I won't turn you into a cat if you don't come to our bedroom and sleep."
And it was that easy to make you obey and pout at him grumpily, all the while Morpheus tried to surpass a smirk at uour cuteness. You were already cute and he loved that pout more than anything, the one which would send his heart and existence into the Heaven, the one he would kiss passionetly- those times never ended shortly, not before having a night full of... activities. He couldn't kiss you like this, you as a cat and him back to his form but maybe...
Getting on the bed and sitting down, waiting for him to turn you back, you tilted your head curiously at him when he did nothing to move.
"I thought you said you will turn me back?"
Humming at your question, he sat down on the silky bed and changed back into his cat form. You widened your eyes even more, knowing that Morpheus was tired after the long and adventurous day you two had but you never imagined him to change back into that majestic, big, black cat.
"Stop looking at me like that... I enjoyed our day today and wanted to kiss you in many occasions but I couldn't do it when I was in my human form... But now, I can."
And all you could do was melt back at the kiss( you weren't sure, maybe it was a nuzzle). You never knew how he was able to give you, make you feel the same passion in any form he would take. You never questioned his feelings for you, but if he continued to do that... You would question him if you deserved such feelings.
But now, you would like to have that same man moan into your mouth and have a little bit more fun before you returned to your world.
"As much as I liked this... I would like to have you beneath me, or over me, while we are both humans."
When your very serious voice that you used with a blank face even though you would say the most obsecure thing rang inside his mind, you couldn't help but feel your heart beat faster at the angelic laughter of your boyfriend.
"As my Queen wishes, darling..."
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“What do you think of when we’re apart?”
An easy question, a simple answer.
But as he sits there, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him before, drawing his name into your skin in an effortless gesture of his love.
The ability to convey any coherent thought disappears. The proper words elude you. Even the most comprehensive of dictionaries would be unable to provide you with the ones needed to give a worthy response. No artist, nor writer could ever dream of replicating the elusive nature that is the one who represents them in their entirety. So instead you choose to give the most honest one, “I think of you”.
Morpheus smiles, a quirk of his lips that says he’s all too pleased with that answer, trailing open mouthed kisses down your stomach. “And what do you think of when you think of me?”, he asks, darkened eyes flicking upwards to meet yours, voice dropped in a low rumble, “Or would you rather I demonstrate what it is I think of when I think of you?”.
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Cockwarming (NSFW: MDI)
Pairing/s: Morpheus x F! Reader
Summary: The reader shares an idea with Morpheus about cockwarming to help him relax for a bit from his duty as the King of Dreams and Nightmares.
Warning/s: cockwarming, public play, dom, and sub undertones, I think that’s all? Please let me know in the comments if there are any warnings that I haven’t mentioned. Thank you!
A/N: This is just a blurb, not sure if I should write a full fic but if you guys want a full fic of this one please let me know. Feedbacks / coffee / likes / reblogs are very much appreciated. Happy reading loves, xoxo.
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You’ve been able to visit Morpheus in his realm from time to time, especially if he’s busy and can’t visit you in your dreaming or in the waking world because of his duties as the King of Dreams and Nightmares and you totally understand that matter. As you walked through his throne room, he was nowhere to be found, luckily Matthew was there, asking where his King went he said that he might be in the library with Lucienne.
Humming to yourself as you walk through the hall of Morpheus castle, you arrive at the destination hoping that Lucienne wasn’t with him you were greeted by Merv whose doing some cleaning as per usual he even opened the library door for you, thanking the scarecrow you went to your way to check how’s Morpheus is doing. He was on the corner of the library, books and stories that every dreamer dreamed stacked and scattered nearby, his eyebrows furrowed seemingly trying to find certain information, clearing your throat to get his attention, he finally looked up in your direction, his furrowed eyebrows ceased and his gaze softened when he saw you. Taking the vacant seat on his side, and seeing how worked up he is from his current state you suggested a certain activity that will somehow ease him up a bit.
“Cockwarming? You are rather naughty, love. We are in the library, any minute Lucienne or the other servants would walk right in–”
“Thrilling isn’t it? I’m sure it will help you relax, you look like you could use one right now, to be honest.”
Morpheus hesitantly agrees to your idea, it was great that he’s on the secluded side of the library and the thought of just taking him in a public place excites you already. It’s been a while since the two of you had shared an intimate moment together so this is a nice chance for the both of you. Helping him unbuckle his pants, you could almost see the outline of his hardened cock through his boxers. Smirking at the sight you see, pulling just a bit of his boxer and letting his cock out, your heart leaps upon seeing him twitching and leaking. Morpheus watches this scene unfold, cheeks flushed and his breathing is almost erratic, he whines.
“Mngh... just sit on it already.”
“Hm.. someone’s eager.”
Pulling down your pajamas alongside your soaked panties, you felt both of his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him – his cock pressing lightly onto your folds, while his right middle finger and ring finger gently rubbed your swollen aching clit making you gasp and shudder from his touch. He then slid right into you so quickly, almost immediately hitting your g-spot in one thrust, biting your lower lip to suppress a moan you rolled your eyes back from the sudden pleasure while both of your hands on top of the table for support, Morpheus hands made it’s way to your thighs – gripping it ever so slightly, nails digging onto your flesh he spoke quietly kissing the back of your earlobe.
“I miss you so much, darling.”
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much too, dear.”
Leaning your back to his chest, you could tell that Morpheus is starting to relax and his breathing is now calm and collected despite his cock buried deep down inside of you, his hands gently running through your stomach gently gripping your warm flesh, his lips slowly giving your neck kisses making you purr from his gestures.
“I need more of you, darling.”
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All the talk of Dream being very repressed in his emotions...well, if it would start raining in your realm every time you were sad you'd also try to not feel anything because there is zero privacy. Being upset because his subjects don't know him although his inner workings are always laid out to them and shape the Dreaming is suddenly very understandable. As someone who can't talk about their feelings very well I understand Dream quite a bit. Add to that that he is their maker, not able to understand that they still can't read him.
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Gone
Dream of the Endless x FemReader
I was going to make this longer but I'm honestly just dipping my toes in the water with writing right now.
Summary- Y/n is gone but Dream can't seem accept that.
Warnings- Mentions of death, hallucinations, lost grip on reality. I guess you could count this as angst-no-comfort.
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Y/n had been gone for weeks now, and Morpheus was beginning to lose his grip on reality. The once-majestic palace of the Dreaming was now in disarray, with books and papers strewn about haphazardly.
Matthew flew around the room, trying to find his master's attention. "Morpheus, you must eat something. You haven't left this room in days," he screeched. Morpheus barely looked up from his large chair before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "I don't feel hunger," he muttered, his voice rough and cracked.
At that moment, Y/n appeared before him. She was just as she always looked - her hair pulled into a low braid, oversized sweater draped over her shoulders, and a wide smile on her face. If Morpheus didn't know better, he would think she was still alive.
"Heya!" she exclaimed cheerily. "What's all this mess about?" She gestured to the piles of books before glancing back at Morpheus with concern in her eyes.
"Morpheus…" Her voice turned serious as she lowered her voice so only they could hear one another. "You know I'm not actually here."
"I don't want to talk about it," Morpheus said curtly before standing up from his chair.
"We can't keep doing this," Y/n pressed, following behind him as if they were always walking together side by side. "You can't keep denying my death."
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For the fic thing, having morpheus hear their s/o singing Mr sandman either whenever they arrive or in order to summon them? (I love the idea of how Done™ he'd be with that song if he hadn't been in a fishbowl upon it's release) also followed for idk what anymore it's been so long but staying for you and the vibes 😘
Mr. Sandman
Word Count: 729
Reader: Gender Neutral (not specified)
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The inconsistent beat of knives against a wooden cutting-board mixed with the sizzling of chopped vegetables in a hot pan. Music, turned down low, softly played in the background. You hummed along as you cooked dinner - dinner for two.
But, your other half was not here.
Yet.
Delicate chimes, distance and barely noticeable, twinkled. Spinning around, you saw a swirl of golden pale sand twirling in the middle of your living room. The sand shone like thousands of stars, especially in the setting sun streaming through the window. In the middle of the swirling sand, a figure - a dark mass - grew in size and shape. A figure you recognized. As the sand started to fade and its dizzying spins began to slow, a black boot stepped first, breaking through the wall of sand.
Smiling, you started to sing a verse, “Mr. Sandman bring me a -“
“Must you always sing that tune?” Dream, the dark figure, fully stepped out of the swirling sand. The sand wisped away, disappearing completely and leaving no trace. He rolled his eyes, unwilling to hide his obvious annoyance and disdain for the song.
You plucked up a used towel, wiping your hands and meeting him halfway. “What are you talking about?” You asked, innocently.
Dream strolled up to you, standing directly in front of you. “You know what I speak of.”
You threw your towel over your shoulder, and put your hands on your hips. “No, I don’t believe I do.”
Dream’s lips thinned.
“Sing it for me.”
“Sing it for you?” Dream asked, astounded.
“Yeah.” You smirked.
Dream scoffed. “I will do no such thing.”
“Then how will I know what to stop singing?”
Dream eyed you, nearly glaring at you; while you proudly stood in front of him and wore a wide playful smirk. Your eyes were alit, twinkling with trickery and also love.
He huffed. “Please, love.”
“Just one hum.” You hold up one finger, smiling at him. “Or how else will I know?”
His eyes flickered to your finger then back to your eyes. Dropping your hand, you smiled at him. His love - you - was so full of light, so full of love; and so full of playful taunts. This song was just one of many.
“And if you don’t, you might not get any dinner.” You added.
“Really?” He leaned into you, his eyes now twinkling. You always had this effect on him. You pull out such a fun, loving side. One he didn’t know existed until you came into his life.
“Really.”
“And if I refuse? I can find food elsewhere.”
You paused, considering it for a moment. “Then I would be very upset.”
He laughed once. “Of course, and we don’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
He smiled, wide and true. “Only for you, my love. And just this once.”
He lightly grabbed your chin, drawing you close. This was for you and your ears only. Excitement rippled over your skin. Is he actually -
A hum rumbled in the back of his throat, the beginning of a tune. His lips parted as - to your surprise - Dream truly started to sing. “Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.”
His deep cadence sent shivers down your spine. It was haunting, yet so beautiful. A perfect description for Dream. His voice drowned out all other sounds. You were enraptured by him, by his hypnotic voice.
His hand moved, cupping the side of your face. His lips grazed over your lips, “Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen.”
Your heart skipped, and a warmth spread over your chest.
Seeing your stunned reaction, he smirked. “How was that? Will that satisfy you?”
You wordlessly nodded.
He chuckled then kissed you, softly. “Now, will you stop singing that song?”
You smiled, beaming at him. “Maybe -“ you paused, trying to bite back your smile - “or maybe you could sing for me again.”
He rolled his eyes, but he expected your answer. “Of course, only if you behave.”
You snorted, shaking your head. You pecked his lips, stealing one more kiss, then said, “Okay, okay, now, can you help me finish making dinner?”
“Oh? Am I allowed to eat now?” Dream teased.
You laughed, “Yes, you can eat.”
“Then I suppose I will.”
You laughed again, dragging him over into the kitchen. Neither of you were aware of the soft familiar music playing in the background.
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Hi! Love your work! Can you write a Morpheus x reader where the reader and Morpheus have a daughter who’s like six and they recently had their second child a boy and their afraid that she won’t like the new baby (as siblings do) but she loves him at first site like you are my brother and I love you. For some angst Morpheus knows his daughter is hiding something and after coaxing her to tell him she says that she was worried that they would forget about her with the new baby and the reader and Morpheus assure her that she’ll always be their little girl and just because there’s a new baby doesn’t mean they love her any less
Oh My Darling
Dream of the Endless x Reader (but mostly Dream & his bb girl)
Summary: "Papa." "Yes, my heart?" She looks to her brother lying in his crib, "I hope you don't forget about me all the time."
Word Count: >800
Warnings: fem!reader, neglected first born T_T, fluff, angst?, hurt/comfort, typos, etc.
A/N: OK IM TRYNA GET INTO MY WRITING GROOVE AGAIN SO WISH ME LUCK <3 LOOK AT DIS MEDIEVAL BABY. btw i have not proofread this since i have to go somewhere T_T im so sorry if its intelligable. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNIE
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
Today felt like it was stretched out by the seconds, like a thick piece of gum stuck at the bottom of a shoe that made your ill fitting slippers slip off. Simultaneously, it also felt like the next thing you knew, the sun had set and the lunch you meant to eat was now the dinner you meant to eat.
But then again, you suppose being a parent felt like that, especially since you had two at your hip now.
Dream, with his shadowy form nearing you, his glistening, dark cloak, dragging itself behind him, reaches out to your forehead before taking his child that was nuzzled by your breast. You had fallen asleep whilst feeding your son, and the babe had promptly done the same after he was done suckling.
Dream scoops up the child with his ivory hands, clutching him with so much care that it appeared rigid and devoid of all affection. He looks to you, his lover, who gifted him not one, but two beautiful children. He adjusts the clothes on your form, as well as the blanket on you, then simply looks for another moment.
Dream then turns and moves toward his son's bassinet. But he stops before he even takes two steps, for the cloak behind him had a weight dragging him back.
The king of dreams curiously peers over his shoulder then spots a tiny creature sitting at the ends of his garment.
The said creature, distracted by the velvety feel of the fabric, feels his stare then looks up. Her eyes are wide and bright. To Dream, they glistened brighter than his ever could, than the stars ever could. She blinks at her father, and her father blinks at her. He tilts his head, "hold on, my love."
So, the tiny child leans into Dream's cloak, gripping her soft hands into the black cloth.
Dream walks across the room, the child on the makeshift ride giggles in excitement. In truth, the crib was merely a few steps away from him, but he decides to walk around the room, circling over furniture, going in and out of rooms he had no business in, before finally commencing the travel.
Before putting down his son, he observes his daughter and finds a smile come upon his face at the sight of her giddy form. She had let go of Dream's cloak in lieu of clutching her bare feet and rolling back in laughter.
Dream places the boy in his bed, rubbing the soft skin on his infinitesimal hand with his thumb before attending to the giggling mess on the floor.
Dream picks her up and coos at her form, rocking her in his arms, caressing her plush sides gently. She laughs harder, and it makes the Endless panic.
He places a finger to his lips and shushes, "your mother is asleep."
She settles down slightly.
Dream watches as she sighs and sequentially nuzzles against his form.
At this point, the girl embraces her father and finds contentment in his arms. He embraces her back and kisses her forehead.
She presses her cheek against his chest and looks down from his arms. She spots her sleeping brother and rubs her cheek against his shirt.
"Papa."
"Yes, my heart?"
She looks to her brother lying in his crib, "I hope you don't forget about me all the time."
Dream is alarmed. He pulls away from her to look at his daughter's face. His brows furrow, "I have never and will never forget about you, my dear."
She looks up at him with thoughtful look, "but you said we could play after--fter he stopped crying, but we didn't."
He stills, immediately remembering the moment in which he promised the very thing to his daughter.
He tenses. He deflates. He is ashamed, "you are right... I did forget about that."
She blinks slowly, the way tired children do.
"Then we shall play this instant, my darling, if you would like it," Dream says.
Immediately, the girl comes to life, and breaks into a wide smile.
So after barely an hour of play, Dream and his baby play with all the toys they could up until the girl was too tired to do anything but sleep.
Dream, much like what he did for his son, cradles his daughter with about as much rigid care, and carries her to her bed.
This time though, once she is upon her bed, the child wakes up and grabs at her father.
"Papa-" she gasps, eyes wide, startled awake.
Dream looks down on her, pushing her hair back, "I am here, my love."
She pulls at his clothes, "will you go away?"
"Never," he retorts quickly. He sighs. His heart aches.
"But what about baby?" she whispers.
"I will not leave him either."
She frowns, curling into her bed.
Dream kneels on the floor and pulls the child into his arms. The girl embraces him and nuzzles against his cheek, "don't go away."
"Never," he kisses the crown of her head, "I will always be here for you. Forgive me if you feel otherwise, my darling."
She closes her heavy lids and sighs, "promise papa?"
Dream nod, "I promise on my life, my daughter."
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You Found Me ❄Jack Frost X Reader❄
It has been 3,000 years since I became mother nature, but that's what Manny calls me. You know the man in the moon.
Anyway, I'm currently doing my nightly watch of my precious animals and weather when I see an abnormally large rabbit zoom past me. "Hello?" I yelled as I saw it again. "Who are you, and what do you want!" "So it is true a new Guardian." Out of the dark street I saw a large bunny with a holster filled with Easter eggs, while holding a red sack. "Bunnymund?" "That's right mate." "You asshole" "Language." "I prefer not to." "Hmp, have it your way." All of a sudden I saw two yetis pick me up and throw me into the sack. "Hey what the hell?!?!" "See Yeah there!" Bunnymund threw me somewhere as I heard his yelling along with the yetis.
"Ahh what the fuck!" I screeched as I felt hard ground beneath me. "Shh, guys I can't believe she's here." I opened the bag up to see 5 figures standing in front of me. "Where am I?" "Oh my sweet y/n your at the north pole." A fairy looking girl came flying up to me. "North Pole? Wait it exists?" "Yes it is, now let me introduce myself and the rest of us. My name is North also known as Santa. This is tooth." North pointed to the fairy lady.
"I'm tooth, also know as the Tooth Fairy!" She gleamed as she helped me stand up. "This is Bunnymund" North point out to the rabbit like human. "Asshole I growled at him." "I'm not an asshole sweetheart, I'm the Easter Bunny" I groaned.
"This is Sandy" North pointed to a sleepy cloud of a man. "Sandy, Sandy wake up" North poked him until he woke with a startle. Above Sandy was a sandy hand that waved to me. "He is also known at Sandman." North chuckled.
"And lastly this is Jack." North pointed to a young man with white hair; along with a blue hoodie and staff. This has to be the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on. "I'm Jack frost, nice to meet you." "Th-thanks" I blushed
Some how some way a dark figure appears out of thin air as I'm pollinating the desert flowers. "Ah, you must be the new Guardian." He growled as his full appearance came into view. "Your Pitch." "Yes I am, my dear." "Where's Sandy you asshole?" I growled. "No where my dear." Pitch thrusted his hands out as 3 horses came after me. Immediately I threw out some thunder clouds but that no effect on them whatsoever.
"No, please dont!" I cried as the dark powder ingulfed me.
Jack's POV
Since the day y/n has became a Guardian, there was like a magnetic force attached to her, like it was ment to be. In my gut I felt like I met her in some way shape or form which, in then we became close friends.
As I was flying around with baby tooth, I heard a familiar name being called. So I followed it.
When I found the sound it led me to and old bed where pitch was standing. "Pitch." I growled at him. "Why hello Jack" He chuckled as he held something gold in his hand that had y/n face on the end of the tube.
"Why do you have that Pitch?" "Oh this little thing?" "Why don't you find out!" I lunged at him but he disappeared. "Oh Jack! Come and find me!" Baby tooth was no longer on my shoulder, as panic rose in my chest. I followed his voice until I made it to a snowy area, where he stood with baby tooth in one hand and in the other y/n. "Jack" She cried as she saw me. "Y/n, baby tooth."
"Oh looky here, I have two of Jack's favorite things in the world, his friend baby tooth and his wife y/n." Wife, wait I have a wife? "Now in order to save these two you can give me the staff and all of this will be over." I glared at him and then down to baby tooth and y/n. "Jack don't do it, I'm fine!" She yelled before being shut up by pitches powder.
I needed to save them, so I gave him my staff. "Now give them to me." Pitch smiled before he spoke. "No." Pitch broke the staff as I felt a pain in my stomach. "Jack!" I heard someone yell before a force threw me to the ice wall.
Your Pov
After Pitch threw Jack, he threw me, baby tooth and the staff right after him. Then came darkness, I felt a little tap of my face as I opened my eyes to see baby tooth looking at me with concern. "Baby tooth are you okay" She let out a little squeak in response. I looked over and saw Jack passed out cold. "Jack!" I crawled over to where Jack laid as I placed my hands on his cheeks.
"Jack, please wake up." He let out a groan as his eyes started to slowly open. "Y/n." His voice deep, from coming back from consciousness. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Jack." He let out a content sigh as he shifted to sit up. As he was doing so I noticed a gold thing poking from his pocket.
"Jack what is that?" I pointed to his pocket. "I dunno, baby tooth gave me this and she saved yours to." He handed me the tube as I ran my hands over it. Before I could say anything memories came flooding back.
"Hi, I'm y/n. What's your name?" "My name is Jackson, wanna be friends?" "Sure!" A younger me chirped as I hugged the brown haired boy. Then came another memory: "Jack?" "Hmm?" "I like you." I let out a blush as the teen Jack kissed my hands. "I like you to y/n" Jack started to lean in as we met in a kiss. "Thank you" "Your welcome" He chuckled as we bumped our foreheads together.
As the last memory came in I saw myself crying while laying in bed. I had a love letter that was signed by Jack as his sister came in to tell me he had fallen in the ice. "Jack's gone y/n, he fell through the ice." A little girl told me. "My husband is gone" I cried as I was brought back to the present.
I looked over at Jack as I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. "I had a wife, and- and it was you" He said shocked. He then looked at me and engulfed me in a hug. "I'm sorry y/n." "Jack" I cried as he planted a kiss on my head. He broke the hug and looked at me. "I'm your husband?" "Yeah, and I saw you, it was weird." I chuckled. "We were in love?" He whispered as he took my hands in his.
Baby tooth let out a little nod as we both smiled. Immediately Jack locked his lips with mine as we kissed with so much passion it hurt. "Jack, I love you!" "I love you to mother nature" He chuckled as he imbraced me in another hug.
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My dearest darling wife!!!!!! Hi!!!!!!!
I would love to request prompt 9 (ravens) with…..who else, Dream of course 🥰 I’m so excited to see what you come up with!🤍
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Ravens, with Dream.
Summary: The Lord of Dream's can take many forms, of which you have learnt about in great deal. But you had no idea your fiance could transform into a raven... Right?
Warning: Fluffy, super soft, Dream is being a playful little bugger, food mention.
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“And then I managed to find the very last packet of blueberries, because I know how much you love them, and some lady stared at me like I was the worst person on the planet.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you picked out another of the small berries and held it out to the creature next to you. “How could I explain that I need those berries because my fiancé has an affection for them, but only in the form of a raven?”
The creature next to you was, in fact, a raven.
And not just any raven, but your fiancé, Lord Morpheus.
Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams and Nightmares alike.
Many knew that he could present himself as a glossy black cat, had spent many years as one in fact, but it was lesser known that he could transform into a raven, the favoured creature of his loyal companion.
In fact, you hadn’t even known about it yourself, not until Morpheus had told you last week. You’d been laying across the soft grass beside the lake in the Dreaming, your head on his lap, with his long fingers trailing through your hair and against your scalp.
The feeling was exquisite, combined with his liquid voice as he told all about the many aspects and different lore that surrounded him.
He’d come to the different forms he’d taken throughout history, and revealed to you the lesser known raven he adopted now then.
You hadn’t been able to learn anymore, as he’d been alerted to a Nightmare causing particular trouble and he’d informed you regrettably that it would take a few days to fix.
It was no matter, you understood and admired how devoted he was to his task, so you simply kissed him, wished him luck and looped your arm through his as he took you to the waking world, so you wouldn’t be lonely in his palace.
Shortly after that, you’d begun to notice a particularly glossy looking raven in the garden of the home you also had in the waking world.
He carried himself with more grace than the other ravens, and he was just a tad bigger too. There was no other person it could be, no other entity with that magnetic pull.
You’d caught him watching you, noted the gleam in his eyes and how it was really rather similar to the same glinting spark your fiancés eyes held when he used his power.
Morpheus was busy, but he’d still managed to find time to visit you whilst he chased down his Nightmare. The Raven form was clearly so as to not alert the rogue creation of his presence.
Of course, you’d been utterly ecstatic. He was beautiful. Those glossy feathers caught the afternoon sun, iridescent shimmers dancing across the surface as he stretched his wings, almost in greeting to you.
He seemed ecstatic when you approached him, tub of blueberries in hand and held one out curiously, only to watch as he devoured the berry and then cocked his head at you for more.
And so began a daily ritual. The raven came both morning and afternoon, hopping onto the windowsill and gently tapping his beak to the glass to let you know it was time for blueberries… and careful strokes to his wings.
You told him what you’d been up to that day, and your fiancé listened patiently next to you, soaking up the sun and your warmth, pleased to be near you even when his jobs and your lives tried to tug you apart.
“So, I hope you know that if I get attacked by angry blueberry lady tomorrow, I’m holding you fully accountable and you can come apologise.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to run your knuckle down his back, between his wings.
He cawed gently, wings spreading a little with the feeling and he fluffed up in delight at the attention.
Big softy. Just like he was when he was a cat.
You watched him affectionately, stroking his silky feathers still and you placed a few more blueberries in front of him, “I like spending this time with you… like this. You do so much for so many people, you deserve to be treated with care and love. To be pampered, you know?” I let him eat his berries, bringing your legs up beneath you in the garden bench, the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow over you both, “When you’re in your normal form, I am going to wrestle you into a bubble bath and you’re going to let me wash your hair. I want to treat you.”
Suddenly, you heard the crunch of footsteps on the grass, breaking the peaceful ambience of your garden, “So, you truly have replaced me. I had heard the rumours, but I doubted their truth until now. I have to say, I think I might be jealous.”
The silken, liquid night voice of your fiancé swept through the air, caressing your skin like a warm caress, even it did slightly startle you… because the voice wasn’t coming from the bird.
It was coming from behind you.
You spun round on the bench, confusion written clear on your face as you took in the tall, sleek figure of Morpheus. Who was standing with his hands in his pockets, hair ruffled by the breeze and a smirk playing about his lips. “Mor??”
You blinked, “But…” then turned your gaze to the bird next to you, who was pointedly ignoring you in favour of berries. “But I thought…”
Morpheus sighed playfully, coming to stand right behind the bench, his hand coming out to gently tug a lock of your hair, “No no, you don’t need to explain, my love. I understand you have chosen a bird over me. My own preferred species of companion too. This heartbreak…” He shook his head mournfully, “I may never get over it, but I wish you all the happiness.” He touched his other hand to his heart, lips pulling into a pout.
You were so confused.
The raven finally looked up, fixing you with a… a somewhat innocent gaze as he ruffled his wings, head tilting this way snd that to try and see if you had anymore berries. “So, you’re not this raven?”
Morpheus chuckled softly and shook his head, “No, though I can give myself feathers if that’s something you’d prefer? Perhaps I could caw at you instead of talking?”
“Hey!!! You told me could turn into a raven!! I thought you’d been visiting me all week, I bought so many blueberries!” You felt your cheeks flush softly, wondering just what was going on. Did he have another raven companion? Like Matthew?
“Oh yes, I know all about the angry berry lady. And you know, it’s rather endearing how willingly you spill your secrets to a feathered creature.” He was fighting a grin, his encapsulating eyes glimmering and then it hit you.
He’d been teasing you from the get go. He had made it up, and you’d spent the whole week befriending a raven who obviously thought he’d got the jackpot.
You blinked once more, then burst into soft laughter, mostly at your own expense, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve been thinking this raven was you. All this time, I’ve been talking to it as if it were, and he probably thinks I’m crazy now.” You shook your head, still tasting laughter on your tongue and you raised an eyebrow at the raven, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
The raven, who really was just a raven, merely made a little clicky sound and proceeded to tuck his head under his wing to preen his feathers.
Morpheus was still laughing, and he slid his hand through yours, pulling you round the bench to reach his side, “My work with the Nightmare is finished. I came to ask if you wanted to go back to the Dreaming, but when I saw you I just knew I had to watch my handiwork.” He was grinning now, a truly rare grin that made little dimples show on his cheeks, and made this phenomenally powerful lord seem… boyish. Young. How long had it been since he’d played and teased and tricked for the sheer joy of it?
You rolled your eyes affectionately, gently hitting his shoulder before melting into his embrace, “You are insufferable. I shall be getting you back for this, you know.” Your hands made a slow path up his chest, pausing to feel his heartbeat before looping around his neck. As always, you toyed with the edges of his hair, the locks as dark and as silky as the feathers of your new friend.
Morpheus ducked his head down, touching his nose to yours sweetly, before pressing warm lips between your brows, “Oh, I don’t doubt it, my queen. I shall be waiting with bated breath to see how you get me back.” You felt a smile spread across his lips, goosebumps rising with the action, “Let’s go home. Your new feathered friend can come with us, if he likes.”
You hummed softly, eyes closed to savour the strength of his long arms wrapped around your back, his lips murmuring intimately on your skin, and that feeling of endless imagination whenever you were nearby, “Perhaps Matthew would like a friend.”
The air around you shimmed and rippled as Morpheus took a hand from your back, lifting it to his lips where he now held the golden, shimmering grains of sand. He turned them away from your face, blowing onto the particles until they swirled through the air, opening a gateway to his beautiful realm.
He motioned for you to go first, ever the gentleman, but not before leaning into your ear one final time,
“So, about me growing feathers. Is that something that you’d like? I could fly us to the Dreaming, if you’d rather.”
“I will turn you into pillow stuffing.”
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Another another Morpheus Blurb
Sometimes Morpheus despises loving you.
He hates himself for it, how he has you dedicated to memory. How he could just crawl inside your mind and never come out again, spend the rest of his eternal days in blissful union with you.
He hates it because he hates himself. It's a deep type of self-loathing that runs through his blood, bones and muscles.
You see, he worries. He worries that his love for you will put you in harms way and it makes his stomach sick, makes his throat hollow and his hands clench and he knows that he would kill planets and stars just to keep you safe.
Morpheus knows he has enemies, people who want to seem him dead or worse, and people who want to see him suffer. And he knows that they know, you are the one way ticket straight to his heart.
But today, these feelings are at bay.
Today, he loves loving you.
Today, the two of you are sitting on his throne. You have your head in his lap and your legs thrown over the arm of the chair, and your smiling up at him while recounting your day. You walked around London with his sister, Delirium, and it makes him happy that she finally has somebody more than the crazy and blood-family to care for her.
You chatter to him about her, calling her smart, in fact the exact words you say are, "She has her own peculiar brand of wisdom." and he makes a mental note to tell Delirium later.
Eventually, all that has to be said, has been said. And the two of you just sit in peaceful silence, content and at peace. Dream's hands are in your hair and you softly grip his shirt and he wishes that he could freeze this moment, take a million photos, paint a thousand paintings, just to memorialise it.
He wants to run away with you, he thinks to himself, just for the evening. He'll take you to Venice first, and from there he'll buy you the world.
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