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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Dream (a little Dream)

Summary: Your dreams bring you somewhere they shouldn't be able to bring you. And even Dream himself can't explain why.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x gn reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of dead parents, a kiss (or two)

A/N: I know nothing about The Sandman except for what I've seen on the show. But I've been thinking about this for a week so here we are.

“What are you doing here?”

You looked around, confused for a moment where the voice came from until your eyes landed on a dark dressed figure. A man. No… Not a man… Something…

“I was looking for…. The dream.”

You said to him, his eyes not leaving you as you looked around, taking the room you were standing in in.

“A dream?”

He asked, and you turned towards him, a small smile on your lips.

“No The dream. The first dream.”

When you were little you had asked your mother where dreams came from. She did not give you an answer, but she had repeated this question to you only yesterday, right before she died. Wondering what the very first dream was that had been dreamed.

“The first dream?”

He asked and stepped towards you, his face still unmoving his eyes taking you in.

“What was the very first dream? The first dream ever… dreamed?” You asked him.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked. You shook your head.

“This should not be possible,” he murmured, getting even closer until he was right in front of you.

“Who are you?” you whispered.

“I am Morpheus,” he said and you looked at him with big eyes.

“Dream of the Endless,” you both said at the same time.

And you swore you could see the surprise in his face. If only for a millisecond. You smiled at him.

“So what was the very first dream you… made?”

Your dreams felt different.

They were different when he was there. Since the very first time you saw him.

You knew these were just dreams. Dreams weren’t real. That is what your mother had told you all your life.

But….

What if they were?

What if they could be real?

It had been almost four years since the first time you met Morpheus.

At least in your adult life.

When you cleaned up your mothers house to sell it you came over paintings you did when you were a child. And while you weren’t an artist, deep down you knew the man with the dark clothes and the pitch black hair on your drawings must have been him.

“Are you real?” You were sitting in the grass overlooking his kingdom, Morpheus sitting beside you like a stature.

“Are you real?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Can you ever answer one of my questions, my Lord?” you teased.

“I can,” he said and got up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“But you won’t,” you said knowingly, taking his hand, letting him help you up.

“You just have to ask the right question, Starshine,” he said, kissing your forehead, squeezing your hand before he let go.

“Do you know why I keep coming here?” you asked, standing in front of him.

“I wish I knew,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

“Maybe….” you began, but stopped yourself.

“Maybe?” he asked.

“Maybe you are the reason I am coming here. Maybe I should be here,” you whispered and tilted your face up to look at him.

“Maybe,” he whispered, before his lips softly found yours for the very first time.

“This is it,” you announced years later as you laid next to him, his fingers brushing over your naked shoulder, your head on his chest, trying to imprint his touch on your skin.

“I know,” he said and you closed your eyes with a sigh and sat yourself up, taking the covers with you.

He watched you as you got dressed. You still didn’t know for sure how all of this worked, but apparently just waking up or… walking out wasn’t something you could do with him.

“I can not continue to live in my dreams. It’s been almost ten years and I… I have to move on. I don’t…. I don’t belong here….” you whispered, looking at him with sad eyes.

“I know,” he said again and you wanted to cry. To scream. To have him be real. In your real life.

“Make me belong here,” you blinked your tears away, mumbling towards him.

He got up slowly, crossing the distance until he was in front of you.

You couldn’t bear to look at him, not when you knew it would be the last time. It had to be the last time. It just had to be. You had to live your life, not chase after dreams. Or more chase after Dream.

“Is that really what you wish for, Starshine?” he asked and you looked up at him.

“More than anything,” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“Wait for me,” he whispered, before he kissed your lips and then your forehead.

You woke up with a gasp, blinking your eyes open, finding yourself in your bed.

For a moment you were disoriented before you realised what just happened, tears gathering in your eyes.

You were alone.

Like every time you woke up from your Dream that had become so much more, more like real life than everything you did while you were awake and in your world.

There was a small part that still wasn’t sure what was real and was not.

The only thing you knew was that you were in love with Dream.

And he told you to wait for him.

And you would.

It was a rainy afternoon almost a month later as you were sitting in your armchair, the radio playing old tunes as you watched raindrops run down your living room window.

“Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me”

You scoffed, listening to the lines of the song as you cuddled yourself deeper into your blanket.

Did he dream too? What would Morpheus dream about? What would someone responsible for endless dreams and nightmares dream about?

You closed your eyes, trying to envision him in front of you, having not seen him ever since that night. You wondered what he was doing in right this moment. Was he missing you as much as you were missing him?

You smiled softly to yourself, humming the lines of the song.

“But in your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

You sighed before you opened your eyes, finding him standing in front of you.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

But you weren’t hallucinating. He was there. And he was…

You reached your hand out, touching his hand.

He was real.

“Am I….”

“Dreaming? No. No you are awake,” he said.

You gulped, slowly getting up to your feet so you could get closer, taking his other hand to ground yourself.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said right away and he almost smiled.

“Don’t you wish to know for what?” he hummed, stepping closer and you shook your head.

“Will you be with me?” you asked. He nodded.

You smiled.

“Then I am ready.”

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johnnyripped · 7 months

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#keep your hopes up #street art #los angeles #the glass is definitely half empty #I see the world through rats eyes #dream a little dream #stay on my arm you little charmer #if it’s not love then it’s the bomb

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ohmy80s · 3 months

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Dream a Little Dream (1989)

#80s #dream a little dream #the two coreys #meredith salenger #dinger

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#dream a little dream #adorable nursery

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dressupdragonne · 6 months

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Competition Entry - Sleep Early Tonight

Final Rank: 3

#shining nikki #dress up #dream a little dream #sweet dreams

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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How Corey Haim dresses in Dream A Little Dream is how I imagine he’d eventually dress if Max’s plan had been successful

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8bitscarlet · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: Dreams that felt like real life came and went from your nights. But now it seems like that those dreams come every night and now they're making you question the world around you. One thing is always a constant anchor though and you hope to never lose her.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (slight mention of blood, mention of death)

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Part Four of Dream a Little Dream! I had a small break for once on a weekend and made myself sit down to wipe the cobwebs from this series! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! *

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Your body tenses, nails digging into your palms as you press out the breath that is stuck in your lungs. Gasping out, you can feel the constant ache in your shoulder starting to flare up and a distant pressure against your ribs.Your whole body aches and you wonder how tightly you were holding your body in that dream.

“Jesus,” you whisper to yourself, the image of a speeding car hurtling towards you still in your mind. It felt so real. The steel bumper striking against you and the stinging burns along your arms against the sun-warmed asphalt. You’re expecting to feel the warm blood drip down your arms, something else grabs your attention in the darkness.

Huffing breaths as the blankets grow tighter and tighter around your legs. Glancing to your left, you realize you’re not the only one in this house having a nightmare. You reach out and delicately wipe the beading sweat that appears on Wanda’s forehead, seeing how tightly her brows clench.

“Wanda, darling,” you say gently, not wanting to terrify her even more. As your hands slowly pull her to you, arms wrapping her in a safety she can recognize, she lets out a groan but still twitches against you, “Wands, I’m right here. I’m here.”

You listen to the tight breath she pulls in, her fingers gripping onto you even tighter. Your shirt is pulled as she tries to climb even further into you. Trying to help her get closer, you feel her hot breath rush along your neck and the goosebumps follow after.

Slowly as you rock, letting her climb out from that fake world and back to you, your mind softly wanders to the boys. Wondering if everyone in this house was scheduled for a nightmare episode.

But you hear no footsteps padding quickly down that hallway. No two small and warm bodies crawling up beneath the covers and pushing you towards the edge of the bed, a stuffed animal resting on your face. It’s silent and you take the time to wipe away the hair that has stuck to Wanda’s face.

All there is, is Wanda’s hands running along every inch of your body. Eyes following where her hands go before they entangle in your hair and she pulls you in for a hug that presses into the weird pressure that still lingers against your ribs.

“I couldn’t feel you…” her words reach your ears as she leans back to look at you, a terror hidden inside of those green eyes.

You grin softly, “I’m right here, darling. That wasn’t real, right now is.” Leaning forward, you press your lips against hers for a moment and listen to her sigh into you, “That kiss is real. And it always will be.”

“Do you promise?” she asks, a hard change from worry to distant solemness, her eyes reading every expression on your face.

“As long as you’ll have me. You’ll never lose me. Wherever I go and wherever I am, I belong to you.”

She smiles shyly, her fingers playing with the shining ring on her left hand, “As much as I belong to you.”

Pecking her lips, you slither back down into the sheets, “Let’s get some more rest, darling. I’ll give you your souvenirs in the morning.”

Ensuring Wanda finds the most comfortable spot on the bed, you flip over onto your side. Warmth fills your back as you feel her nuzzle her head between your shoulder blades and you reach back, your hand finding hers.

“Y/N?” Wanda whispers against you, listening to you hum out to her. There’s the shortest pause, as if she’s second guessing her next words but you feel her warm breath again, “Sweet dreams.”

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A soft guitar and piano mesh perfectly with deep hums, a haunting voice lulling you out from your sleep. When it reaches your ears, you can feel the chill down your spine, eyes slowly blinking as you find the world around you again. The mufflings of a familiar song work through your door and you glance behind you. The bed is already empty, Wanda has woken up before you.

You start to wake yourself up slowly, leaning side to side with a stiffness you don’t remember and roll your shoulder to crack the pressure from your shoulder. After splashing your face with cold water, you’re shuffling out of the room and towards the stairs. Letting out a contented hum, you see the boys finally grabbed their laundry from the steps on the stairs. It had been there for almost a week. Glancing back to their room, you hope they put the clothes away correctly.

Turning around the banister to walk towards the kitchen for your coffee, your feet stop moving. There’s an emptiness in the house that you’re not familiar with. Your eyes gravitate towards the living room, nothing in your ears but this oddly chilling song that comes from the record player.

As your brows clench, you step slowly around this now seemingly unfamiliar house. It’s familiar with the lightly painted walls, the red banister that your hands slid down moments ago. It’s clean and quiet. The house isn’t a mess with NERF bullets strewn everywhere from a late night showdown and there’s not a single lego set on the coffee table. No cartoons on the television either, it’s almost serene. Too peaceful.

Stepping inside the kitchen, you glance at the calendar. Did the boys have a summer camp? Did you get back from the mission last night and not even know they were gone? You shake your head, you vaguely remember having dinner with them. Billy’s choice because he had lost that tooth. You keep staring at the calendar, rubbing your eyes and believing that you have to still be half asleep.

The only names on that calendar are yours and Wanda’s. There aren’t any soccer practices or summer club meetings. But there are a lot of doctor’s appointments. You yank it off the fridge, frantically flipping through the months. Trying to see if you recognize anything you’ve done this past year and nothing sparks a single memory.

The curtains at the back door get pulled outside through the open threshold, the light clanging of the rings catching your attention. You quickly walk over to it and glance around you, now noticing a different kind of mess from what you’re used to. Instead of piles of action figures and video games, there are mountains of boxes of diapers and baby bottles.

You eye two unassembled baby swings and piles of unwashed onesies and bibs. Your heart is starting to pound in your chest now, eyes widening every second as your mind is trying to catch up with what it’s seeing.

“Wands…” you call out but your voice cracks in your throat. Stumbling forward, you nearly yank the curtains from the rod as you step outside on the deck, “Wanda!” You’re nearly screaming her name now as you scan the backyard.

The bikes that you just took the training wheels off of are nowhere to be seen. The football and baseball you tossed around for hours in the hot summer sun, only to be rewarded with Wanda’s famous smoothies, were gone. There’s nothing here of your boys. Nearly sprinting to the edge of the deck, you trip off the stairs and run your hand down along one of the base legs.

Billy and Tommy aren’t scratched into the wood. You can still feel their small hands beneath yours as you guided that knife tip against the wood. Watching their concentrated stares as they spelt out their names that they had just learnt to do that morning from their mom. It was gone.

“Wanda!” you yell, and rip around quickly, your eyes locked on the garden in front of you.

“Oh, hold on, Nat! Yes, dear?” Wanda’s voice acts as a homing beacon as you traverse quickly through the wired door and the plots of different flowers and fruits and vegetables.

“Wanda,” you’re panting when you finally reach her, “Where are the boys? Where… their stuff. Where are they?!”

Wanda stares at you and you stare at her. She looks confused by your question, glancing around you to make sure you’re not pulling some sort of prank on her. But your eyes are locked on her, seeing her kneeling next to some flowering plant. Her phone screen is awake and you see someone there but your eyes pay not attention to them. All you can do is stare at her belly, ready to burst at any moment.

“Where are…” Wanda scoffs as she puts down her hand rake in the soil, “Dear, they’re still right here.” She clicks her tongue as you slowly fall to your knees, “Did you think I went and had them without you?”

There’s laughter that comes from the phone and you glance over, seeing another redhead there who gives a small wave. You unclench your fists, swallowing the knot in your throat as you slowly reach out. Wanda giggles quietly, watching you move forward like you’re going to touch a coiling snake.

You press your hand to her belly softly and sigh, what was going through your head five seconds ago? Were you that eager to watch these boys grow up that you already built memories in your head?

You let out a confused sound as your hand rests a little heavier and you feel a kick against your fingers. You quickly look up as Wanda gasps, her eyes widening slightly at the sensation. She gives you a scolding look,

“They’re as rambunctious as you.”

“Yeah…” you whisper, glancing back to the house that doesn’t hold these fake memories in your head, you bring your eyes back to your wife.

Wanda sees the disorientation on your face, “Are you okay, honey?” She rests a hand on your face, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

You nod quickly, “I uh… must’ve been one of those naps, y’know? Wake up in another century. Another dimension even,” You chuckle but all she gives is a tight lipped smile. You clear your throat and quickly try to get past your lost grip on reality, “Uh, what’s going on here?”

Green eyes snap up with a glow behind them, Wanda seemingly snapping from a thought that had her trapped, “Oh! I’m trying to teach Nat here how to hang up the tomato vines.”

“Mhm, very interesting.”

“Honey,” Wanda leans forward and pecks your cheek, “Go back inside. I know you find this boring.”

You roll your eyes and grab the shears. Wanda’s eyes widen, a panic in her face as you’re sure she’s thinking of a million ways you could hurt yourself. You certainly had a reputation for being clumsy but you weren’t about to trip and fall onto a pair of garden shears. Stepping around her, you start to snip away at the dead areas of the plants, trying to mimic Wanda from all the times you had watched her. Hoping those memories were real.

“I would like to help my wife and mother of my boys, who are apparently already incredibly rambunctious.”

A voice comes from inside of the phone, “You’re certainly got them whipped,” Natasha laughs, “Okay, walk me through this tomato origami folding again.”

Wanda begins talking and soon that talking becomes nothing but background noise. Your hand starts to work on autodrive, picking up the brown and dried pieces and snipping them away. But your mind is what continues to stay conscious as thought after thought crashes over each other.

Weren’t the boys nearly in middle school when last you woke up? They were talking to you about how nervous they were about having to switch classes throughout the day and memorizing a schedule. You sigh, and now they’re not even born. That can’t be possible. In fact, it has to be impossible.

“Y/N, not that vine.”

You shake your head and snip. Just last week you were fighting against the idea of getting the boys their own phones. You wanted to wait another year but their never ending pleas were breaking Wanda down.

“Y/N,”

And the sports practices and the games. You know you’ve spent too much time panic driving from the Compound and trying not to be too late to any of them. Sometimes you didn’t even have time to shower, just wiping off mud and muck from your face with wipes. Wanda would always scrunch her nose, whispering that you smelt, but she’d always scoot her chair closer to you and rest her head against your shoulder.

“You’re cutting too close to the wire.”

As you dried dishes, you remembered staring into the living room as Wanda finished wiping down the counters. You looked at her and at the boys coming up with plans for that evening’s pillow fort. She could see it in your mind without reading it, wondering how interesting things could get with just one more.

“You’re cutting too close!”

There’s a loud snap and then the sound of thumping as the ground starts to be impacted by falling debris. You jump backwards, the shears falling from your hands as you reach out to quickly grab them before Wanda trips over them. You grimace, as your fingers wrap around the blades and you feel the stinging of the open skin but that’s the least of your worries.

Right now, you stare at the aftermath of the disaster you just created. Dust begins to settle back down to the earth slowly as you try and rub it from your eyes. Soil’s been thrown everywhere around the garden as you kick it off your shoe and see that a whole snaking vine had fallen from its posts and that the post itself had flipped out of the dirt from the weight.

Wanda coughs next to you as you stab the shears down into the dirt, trying to make them as safe as possible and concealing the blood as you wipe them on your pants.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” you throw even more dirt around in the air as you quickly dig her phone out of the catastrophic hot zone. Holding it up, you blow the soil away and cough as you suck it back into your throat, “Are you okay?”

Wanda laughs at the hoarseness in your voice but isn’t able to get any words out.

“I’m fine, a little rattled but I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

You glare down into the phone, “I wasn’t talking to you. Darling, are you okay?”

Wanda smiles, wiping the soil from her face and leaving behind a streak on her nose. You grin as she flips away her braid and sighs, looking at her new garden set up.”Those tomatoes were ready to harvest anyway.”

“Yeah, what the hell was that?” Nat talks in the palm of your hand and you sigh, holding up the phone so she can look at Wanda.

Wanda shrugs, “That’s a new way of harvesting we’re trying out,” her green eyes glance up at you as the worries that distracted you before melt away.

Still, those memories felt so real. They still were poking and prodding at your brain. You know you’ve had these dreams before. Dreams that felt so real you could’ve sworn you actually lived them. You’d gotten into arguments with Wanda about some of them, swearing you’ve done one thing or gone some place but learned that you never had.

You could feel it in your soul though. Every sense in your body was alive in those moments and it felt so real. It took a while to figure out that they were just dreams but there was always something inside of you that couldn’t let go of how true it felt.

Still, as you glance down to her dirt covered shirt, you’re almost glad those memories aren’t real. Because now, you get to live them for real. And if they are real and this is all some weird glitch in the matrix, you’re one of the lucky ones. You get to live through them twice. Grinning, you couldn’t think of anything better than living out two lifetimes with the woman in front of you and the two rambunctious boys on the way.

“What?” Wanda smiles at you, curious as to why you’re still just staring at her.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out, “And I can’t wait to raise a family with you.”

Her cheeks start to grow a rosy color as you step forward and press your lips to hers. Wanda sighs, fingers entangling in your hair as yours finally wipe away the last of the dust on her face. She chuckles,

“You’re a sweet talker, but I am not having these kids early for you.”

You grin, “Take all the time you need, my darling. I’m at your beck and call.”

“Oh really?” she cocks a brow towards you and you feel your stomach flip over itself, “Good. Because those damn birds are back at my berries. Can you-,”

“Yup!” you don’t let her finish her request, you just hand over her phone and jog to the other side of the garden, “That’s one thing I can do! I can scare the birds.”

Snatching up the old pots you keep for this purpose only, you start to bang them together as you keep your arms as wide as possible, “Get outta here! Get your mangy feathers and go!”

You make sure to chase each one out of the bushes. Last time you didn’t check, one had hidden itself away and a whole bush was lacking berries for weeks, you were confused until Wanda finally came and shook it. You vowed that day to never let another bird get the better of you.

Giving the bushes one last, careful, shake to ensure no birds were hiding inside, you let out a sigh. A job well done and now hopefully you can relax and get this dust off of you.

You hear Wanda call out a goodbye and you quickly cross back over to help her stand up. She groans as she floats up the small basket of red tomatoes from the ground with her. You glance over her shoulder and watch her flip them over in a silent inspection.

“Well, they’re a little bruised but I think we can still use them. Now for this,” She floats up a part of the vine that broke the posts.

You sheepishly look at it and then back at her, “I’ll fix it?”

She smiles, “Not today. We can’t miss our show.”

And you don’t miss your show. The two of you shower quickly and by the time you’re dressed, the pizza you ordered was already showing up at the door. Now, the pizza has been eaten. Your one beer was drunk and Wanda’s mocktails were drunk, it was time for the unscheduled nap that always happened on the lazy day after you came home from a mission.

You both lounge out and cover every inch of the couch, her legs resting in your lap as she’s propped up with all sorts of pillows around her body. Your fingers massage her calves and roll her ankles as the crowd on the tv laughs.

“Wanda?”

She hums, a noise that tells you she’s half asleep, “Have you ever felt like… like the boys are already here?”

Resting your hands on her shins, you glance over to those green eyes that try to see what you’re thinking, “What do you mean?”

You shrug, but you know what you mean, “Like running around and already going to school. Report cards up on the fridge with their art. Already having a space here, in this home.”

Wanda laughs, “You want to have an empty nest that quickly?”

“No, no!” you grin at her teasing smile, her hand floating yours over to hers. She grips it softly, her thumb running along each knuckle with care as she lets you think and gather your words. “It felt like they were already here with us when I woke up. That we’d already shared so many memories and then… you know. I’m not making any sense.”

You turn your head back to the show but through the corner of your vision, you catch Wanda cocking her head just slightly, “What is it, dear?”

Taking in a tight breath, you flip flop between admitting this gut sinking feeling. The feeling that’s been eating at you all day. A thought that you can’t get out of your head because it wants to be seen, it forces you to look at it.

“I haven’t been able to make sense of anything. I… nothing feels real. I don’t know if I feel anything real.”

Wanda just watches you, her fingers stroking down your forearm, “Am I not real?”

You give her a look, “That’s not what I meant.”

Slowly, you feel a familiar chill down your spine as your body is beckoned closer to Wanda. You follow her silent wishes and crawl across the couch towards her. Your lips finding hers and the swelling in your chest reminding you of why you chose to spend each and every day with her. There’s a warmth along your neck and you sigh, resting your head against the fingertips that reach into your mind.

“Was that not real?” your eyes flutter open to her words and soon that hand takes yours and rests it on her beating heart, “What about that? Because in you, all I feel is you.”

You sigh, kissing her hand with the gentlest of touches, “My dreams…”

“Tell me,”

Stroking back a piece of fallen hair, your thumb runs along her cheek, “They feel real. I feel like I can touch everything in there. I can taste the food I eat and the coffee I drink. I can smell the rain and hear those records. And then I wake up in a haze and everything feels… different.”

Wanda brushes back your hair gently, “Are you having nightmares?”

You clench your brows, “I don’t know what they are. But...” you sit yourself up when you realize that this will never have an answer, “It’s fine.”

“Hey, talk to me. As long as you’re wearing this,” Wanda ensures you look at her as she kisses the band on your left hand, “You gotta talk to me. You promised.”

Watching her carefully, you wonder if holding that promise is worth what you’re about to tell her. The truth you wanted to keep to yourself because you didn’t want to admit how much it scared you. The pounding of your heart, the sweat that covered your body when you woke.

“I always die.”

Green eyes flash up to yours, a panic as if you’re going to disappear right in front of her, “In… in the dream?”

You nod quietly and can’t seem to get anything beyond a whisper out, “Everytime. Something happens and just before I die,” your finger snaps and scares Wanda, “I wake up.”

“Is it the same dream,” she whispers, and you wonder how long until she reaches deep into your mind to truly figure out what’s happening.

You think quietly for a moment, “Only one thing is the same. You’re always there.”

Silence holds the two of you tightly as Wanda stares at you. Then you see the switch in her eyes. The switch that happens when she needs to fix something. When she needs to help you because she knows you won’t do anything.

She knows you’ll sit in those quiet moments thinking about this and she can’t lose you in the “What If’s” again. You played that game once before and it was dangerous. You became a shell and now you only have the distant pain in your shoulder to remind you of it.

“Maybe we should turn down the temperature. I hear hot temperatures cause nightmares.” Wanda keeps talking as she climbs around you, taking your hand and shoulder to help her stand. She babbles on about looking into homeopathic sleep aids and even taking you to a sleep doctor, maybe you have sleep apnea.

“Wanda,” you sit on the couch with your feet pressing into the ground as she leaves your line of sight, “Wanda, I’m fine. Wands, I don’t need that.” You follow after her. Shaking your head and thwarting everything she brings up, any possibility for you to get a fraction of a good sleep. Because you know this will pass. It has to.

Wanda turns quickly, much too quickly for your liking, but she slams the pan in her hands on the stove, “Just let me help you!”

You’re taken back and you hold up your hands, stopping yourself from making sure she didn’t fall.

Her eyes widen and she holds up a hand as her other hand rubs softly against her stomach, “I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what that-,” And just like that, her voice cracks and you see her worry quickly work its way out of her.

Sobs break through as she grips onto the counter but you’re already there. The echoing of the pan leaving your ears as her sobs break your heart. You hold onto her, letting her cry and stretch out your shirt to fill every space near you. Her fuse was short and her walls were even thinner. It didn’t take much to get an emotion to break out of her and it was even easier when it involved you.

She was nesting around the house and she knows that she needs you to help her. Without you, you know she worries if she can handle not having you and everything else. You never want her to think about what she may have to do if you weren’t around. So you were just making sure you’d always be around.

“Hey, you’re okay. You were just trying to help,” you whisper against her hair, “You’re always trying to help but you’ve got to take care of yourself, too.”

Wanda hiccups as her sobs begin to calm. Her breathing slowly catches onto a slower pace instead of falling over each breath. She stares at your chest, refusing to look up at you so you just wait.

“Do you love me?”

You clench your brows, “Wanda,” you don’t wait for her to look at you, you slowly tilt her chin up and stare into those bloodshot eyes, “Of course I do. I love you more than anything. You’re my entire world.” Softly, you brush back her hair and raise your brows, “I would do anything for you.”

“Anything?” she whispers,

You nod and hold up your hand, “That’s what this ring means doesn’t it? We’d do anything for each other.”

Wanda takes your fingers and slowly twists your wrist back and forth, watching the light reflect off of that band. She hums and you just barely catch her mumble, “Anything.” It sends a shiver down your spine. It’s cold, a word filled with such pain and you don’t know why but you know you won’t ask tonight. Not after such an emotionally charged moment.

You step forward and she presses her hands against your chest, “Let me help you try to sleep, then. Please?”

You glance at the microwave and it’s nowhere near your bedtime. Wanda knows but she just stares at you, her thumb tracing down your neck as she waits for you. You nod and take her hand in yours, you both would crawl into bed for an early evening nap. As you settle beneath the covers, you watch in silence as Wanda lights candles around the room to try and relax you.

Her fingers squeeze out the tension in your neck and press it away from between your shoulder blades. You sigh, feeling that warmth against your temple. Her lips touch where her fingers just float above and you feel that electric shiver run through your chest and into your fingertips.

“What do you want to dream about, dear?”

You hum, placing your hand on her thigh and don’t think too hard because it’s what you desperately desire, “Us. Our little family together.”

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#figure skating #virtue moir #sochi #dream a little dream #❤️

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duranduratulsa · 22 days

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On the turntable today...

Rockin' Into The Night by 38 Special (1979)

33 1/3 by Power Station (1985)

All Four One by The Motels (1982)

Dream A Little Dream Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (1989)

Physical Graffiti by Led Zeppelin (1975)

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@lale.dsn

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where's Irene Adler when you need her?

#the sandman #johanna constantine #irene adler #sherlock bbc #jenna coleman #lara pulver #s and m #tieup #dream a little dream

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Today would’ve been Corey Haim’s 51st Birthday. Happy birthday Corey ♥️

#corey haim #the lost boys #license to drive #lucas #secret admirer #just one of the girls #dream a little dream #corey #the two coreys #80sgif #90sgif #80s #90s #rip

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What are my Flaws

Pairing: Dinger Holfield x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Underage Drinking, Use of Weed

Summary: After being invited to a party some truths come out after a silly drunken conversation.

A/N: Not posted in absolutely ages sorry about that!

Word Count: 2.8k

Lainie Diamond, the school's popular sweetheart, most people feel a streak of jealousy when they see her walk through the halls with a herd of teenage boys, sometimes even girls, i"m not one to judge, trailing behind her. Although I should hate her, I mean she pretty much stole my ex from me, it's not her fault though, she's honestly breathtaking. I love her more than anything, we've had this bond like no other since she moved here about 4 years ago and ever since we've been attached at the hip.

Of course always being with the school's, hell maybe even the state's, wow girl can have it's downsides, like bringing her with me to meet a boy and him totally falling for him, or having to third wheel almost all the time!

Even though there are a few downsides I would never change her for the world, she has the most golden heart and intriguing personality, what is there not to like?

"Hey Y/N!" Lainie shouted across the classroom as I walked into maths, earning a hush from the balding teacher at the chalkboard, she rolled her eyes.

"Is that Lainie Diamond? In the flesh?" I laughed as I walked towards my desk.

"Yes it is, now be shocked," she teased back, causing me to faux gasp.

When I sat in my seat I immediately felt the presence of a certain redhead sitting behind me, I rolled my eyes, as much as I love my friends. Dinger and Joel always seemed to get me riled up, more so Dinger, he just always knew how to push my buttons.

"Good morning, Y/L/N" Dinger whispered from behind me.

"Dinger," I nodded, while trying to copy down what's on the blackboard.

"Not even a good morning, wow, fuck you too then." He gasped and muttered, making me huff in frustration.

"Calm down it's nine in the morning jesus." I groaned, I could hear him snicker to himself, he definitely knew that he got a rise of me. I just know there's going to be a long day ahead.

By the time lunch had rolled around I was on my last nerve with Dinger, I guess I'm feeling really irritable today, usually, I can keep my anger in until last period before he truly pisses me off.

I don't get how one person can have that many annoying characteristics, he's not even that bad a person to others, but he just has something out for me, I'm telling you. For example, when Bobby first introduced us, he was nothing but nice to me, mind that was about five or six years ago.

Ever since we were 15 he just seemed to have it out to annoy me, which influenced Joel to tag along and piss me off, it's two years later and they're still doing it, you'd think they would mature a bit, but no, only seems that me and Lainie have.

I mean even Bobby is more level-headed than him and trust me Bobby is a nutter and a half.

"If you glare any harder holes might actually burn in his back," Bobby chuckled, snapping me out of my hateful thoughts.

"How come I'm the only one truly irritated by his mere existence?" I question, facing the black-haired boy next to me.

"Maybe you like him!" He teased, nudging my shoulder.

"Yeah, no," I deadpan, now I'll admit he is a decent-looking boy but his personality is definitely off-putting. Bobby then gives me a knowing look, "as if, have you seen how he acts, I'd rather drown in scolding hot lava than date him for more than five seconds."

"Woah, that was a bit harsh princess," Dinger hummed. Great just great, why does he have to be near me whenever I don't want him there whatsoever.

"Don't be such a smart ass then Holfield and maybe my opinion on you will change," I scan his face for a moment, seeing a trace of a smirk, I continue, "which is extremely unliking since the thought of being with you is simply revolting."

I smiled to myself watching him give up and turn away to go talk to Joel, finally I had gotten a rise out of him.

Before I knew it lunch was over and I had to go back to class, I trudged through to halls toward my Physics room, dreading the next hour of my life. Luckily I sat next to a sweet girl, Evie.

"You don't look too happy," she commented when I practically flung myself in my seat.

"How could you tell?" I replied flatly.

"Well what's pissed you off, or who?" She questioned, slight humour in her voice.

"That stupid fuck, Dinger Holfield, god knows why I keep him in my life he's so incredibly frustrating!" I huffed, crossing my arms.

"I mean at least he talks to you, I would die if a boy with his looks even spared me a glance." She reasoned, a day-dreamy look in her eyes.

Her comment made me feel a bit distasteful, I don't really understand why but I pay it no mind and reply. "Sure he's ok looking but his personality is his main downfall."

Before Evie could reply the whole room was silenced by our teacher, she finally seemed annoyed by the class's constant chatter. After a treacherous class, the bell finally rang signalling it was the last period.

"What class are you off to?" I ask Evie as we gather our stuff.

"English," she groaned, "you?"

"Art," I answered happily, I honestly quite enjoyed art, well it's better than maths or english.

She quickly smiled at me when we parted ways to go to our separate classes.

Sadly my peace had been interrupted by none other than Dinger Holfield, who was slinging an arm over my shoulder.

"Dinger, what are you up to?" I inquired, my eyes flicking between his face and the arm over my shoulders while my cheeks flushed red.

"You looked quite lonely there, like a small puppy, so I'm here to walk you to class!" He cheered as if he was the kindest person in the world.

"Well I'm Mr Mackal's room, so we're nearly there," I told him, hoping to get away from the encounter as soon as possible.

He took his arm off my shoulder and started to fiddle with the zip of his army green jacket, "Me, Joel and Bobby are going to a party tonight, come with us will you?" He spluttered out. I just nodded in response, face still flushed, "and- uh- bring Lainie!" He finished his sentence, while trying to redeem himself.

I nodded again and chuckled as he practically sped-walked away, I didn't realise I was that scary. I shook off the slightly odd behaviour and entered my class.

Before I knew it the time of the party, Dinger had invited me and Lainie to, had rolled in. The boys were going to pick us up at seven so we had just over an hour to get ready.

"What are you wearing?" Lainie asked you slightly panicked at the time.

"Just a mini dress, or maybe a nice top and a skirt." I answer, rummaging through my closet, "you can wear one of my outfits, yeah?"

"Yes, please! You are honestly a lifesaver!" She smiled widely. I picked her out a black fitted skirt and a silver sparkling cropped vest to match, it was more my style than hers but it didn't matter, she suited everything.

While she changed into her outfit I started deciding between a dress to wear, I was thinking a black one with mesh arms, and perhaps some silver heels to match so that me and Lainey would be somewhat corresponding.

I changed into my outfit and we started to jokingly model about my room, "You have the best clothes, Y/N, I swear," Lainie praises, her comment made me beam, I was infatuated by her mere presence never mind her sweet words.

Lainie reached over my bed to glance at my alarm clock, "we have fifteen minutes, give or take, before the boys come." she commented, I hummed in response.

Lainie sat on my bed fawning over the photos of Ralph Maccio and River Pheonix in my newest edition of BOP, while she was engrossed in my magazine I took the last of my curlers out, I adored doing this to my hair it always added just the right amount of volume.

"Thats the boys!" I cheer as I watch Joel's red mustang pull up infront of my house, I quickly fix my hair and then the straps on Lainie's top before we leave my front door. "Bye Dad!" I shout up the stairs.

We swiftly exit my house and walk towards the car. Lainie obviously sat shotgun next to Joel, meaning I had to be stuck between Bobby and Dinger. "Hello honey," the redhead boy laughed, leaning close into my side.

The car journey was about twenty minutes, I didn't talk much although Bobby, Lainie and Joel seemed to keep themselves occupied and Dinger was trying to understand how to work Joel's new lighter.

"Come on man, I just want a smoke!" He groaned still flicking the side of the light.

I hummed, "hand it over," he obliged and I flicked on the flame and signalled for him to put the cigarette in his mouth. He watched me with open eyes and his cheeks a shade of rose. I quickly lit his cig and moved back, registering how close to him I was. When I sat back Bobby sent me a knowing look, making me mouth 'shut up' to him.

When we arrived at the party Bobby offered me his hand and pulled me out of the car, I walked to Lainie's door and helped her out, "Dinger didn't seem too happy about Bobby helping you out the car," she whispered with a teasing smile across her lips.

"Oh shut up Lainie," I mumbled as she laughed and linked arms with me.

We walked towards the front door of the house, I didn't really know whose party this was, apparently, it was one of Bobby's friends from the neighbouring school.

The first thing we did when we entered the house was find the stock of drinks, "what are you thinking Y/N?" Lainie asked, eyes roaming the display of vodka, beer, tequila, whiskey and even some rum.

"I'm thinking of a vodka coke," I pondered, grabbing a red solo cup. Lainie nodded in agreement grabbing the vodka and a cup of her own, she poured some vodka into the two cups while I grabbed the coke and added it to the vodka in both cups until it was mainly full.

'Okay I'm away to mingle, you want to come?" She asked me, I took a swig of my drink and shook my head.

"I'll catch you up later, yeah?" I smiled.

I am honestly so confused with Dinger, sure he's annoying but we have these moments, it's as if the world stops spinning and it's just me and him. Before I knew it my drink was finished, I poured myself a new one, this time with a more generous amount of vodka.

"I really need to go talk to more people," I mumble to myself, I really had to get this prick out of my head. I walked into the crowd and started talking to some girls.

"Hey! I love your dress, where did you get it?" A girl I've seen around school asks.

"Thank you, I got it from Tommy Hilfiger! Only $70 can you believe that?" I grin before taking a gulp of my drink.

"Hey Y/N!" A girl shouts, a big group walks up to me, Evie standing at the front.

"Evie! You should have told me you were coming!" I grinned, "oh my god, are those Guess jeans! I need them!"

"Yes, the fit of them is honestly amazing!" She fawned. "Want to come and get a drink with me, there's this one whiskey that tastes just like the apple juice in the mall!"

"Hell yeah!" I beamed, the other girls followed as we made our way to the kitchen, I poured the whiskey that Evie handed me into my cup and took a drink. "Evie how much percent is this?" I asked.

"It says twenty-seven, tastes like there's none though!" She laughed, gulping down the last half of her cup.

"So introduce me to your friends," I coax, eyes scanning the group of about seven girls behind her.

She turns around and points to the first girl, "This is Chanel, her mum really likes handbags," she whispered the last bit before pointing to the next girl. "This is Tracy," she makes her way down the line saying the name of each girl. They all looked nice enough but I was really wanting to mingle with more people, my mind wasn't exactly deterred from the thought of Dinger's face.

"I'm going to head, I'll talk to you all soon!" I smiled softly, added some more whiskey to my cup and walked into the crowd, hearing a chorus of 'byes' and 'see you laters' from the girls.

"Hey beautiful, where are you going?" An unfamiliar boy said, looking into my eyes.

"Oh no where," I giggle, I don't know if he's honestly attractive or if it's just the alcohol.

"Maybe we can talk a bit," he suggested motioning me to sit on the couch. "I'm James."

"Y/N, I haven't seen you around here before," I smiled, situating myself on the couch.

"Well I would remember seeing such a pretty face so I'm assuming you don't go to ACU?" He replied.

"Yeah I don't go there, I go to the school for the dumber part of town. I joked, downing the last of the liquid in my cup, feeling it slide down my throat. "I'm going to get a new drink, I'll be back in a second."

"Wait, give me your number just in case I miss you," he offered me a pen off the nearby table, I wrote my number onto the palm of his hand and walked to the kitchen.

While I was on my way towards it a pair of hands grabbed my waist, I whipped my head around to see Dinger with a clenched jaw. "Dinger, what the fuck!" I mutter sternly. He stayed silent while he guided me into the room.

While he walked me I felt over whelmed by his redolent scent. "What do you thing think your doing," he whispered through clenched teeth.

"Getting dragged by you to the kitchen, duh!" I drunkenly laughed.

"Don't even think about fucking with me Y/N" He threatened.

I grabbed more whiskey and filled my cup to the brim, " I'm not doing anything you're the one grabbing me and dragging me away!"

"That guy! Why are you talking to him?" He questioned getting close to me, I could smell the strong stench of beer and weed in his breath.

"Cause I'm a single girl who can talk to whoever she pleases!" I babble, looking at him with the most menacing eyes my drunken state can muster.

"God you're so stupid! I like you Y/N!" He practically yelled.

"No you don't" I whisper, looking at his pleading eyes.

He backed away from me and sat on a chair at the drinks table. "What's my flaw?"

I laugh, until I realise he's deadly serious. "Well you're irritating, you have a bit of a jealous streak, clearly, and you always push my buttons." I giggle.

"So nothing physically is wrong with me?" He ponders.

"No, you're hot as hell!" I admit, feeling his eyes glued to me as a finish yet another cup of whiskey.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I would be in love with, like head over heels, if you were less annoying." I chuckle grabbing the bottle and pouring the drink right into my mouth instead of a cup.

He groaned and grabbed my face, "you're so fucking confusing," he crashed his lips right into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he trailed his hands down my back to my waist.

He pulled back as we heard a set of footsteps walk into the room. "Thank god! I thought you died Dinger!" The voice belonged to none other than Bobby Keller. "Y/N?"

"Hey Bobby," I replied cautiously.

"Hey girl!" He shouted, well more squealed. Yes he was definitely high. "Want to come smoke with us!"

I hummed before nodding and grabbing Dinger's hand and following Bobby towards the back garden. He handed each of us a joint and we sat on the grass while gazing at the abendrot sky while the drugged smoke filled our lungs.

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