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fleabagoftheendless · 12 hours
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Hi! I hope you are doing okay. I had a prompt in mind. What about Hob and Morpheus dancing in the rain like in one of those rom-coms? I had this picture in mind when I thought of it. Only if you'd like to :)
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Hello! I’m okay, I hope you’re well! V cute idea! 💛✨
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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Inspired by this post by @banancrumbs ! 🚬
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Honk shoo honk shoo 😴
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The Devil Wears Prada AU where Dream manages to get a job working for THE top fashion magazine, as assistant to the editor-in-chief, Lucifer Morningstar. Who works him to the bone.
And Hob of course is his boyfriend, and a sous-chef. But unlike the film, they actually have a very healthy and compatible relationship. And Hob is always super duper supportive of his boyfriend.
They had met in college. Dream was the loner, quiet type who always had his nose in a book and always dressed for comfort, hoodies and sweats. All day every day. All of Dream’s friends are actually Hob’s friends, because he pulls people in like a magnet. And they get looks all the time going out, because they just radiate such opposing auras (Dream in his thick eyeliner, black-on-black attire, uncombed hair and Hob still bright and smiling and colorful despite working 10-12 hour shifts on a cramped line in one of NYC’s busiest kitchens).
Now Dream is coming home to their meager 600 sq ft apartment in tailored suits that accentuate his crazy long legs, shiny shoes with a bit of heel, and pops of color and Hob feels like he’s falling in love all over again. Dream has started putting more effort in to his overall appearance not just with clothes, but with his hair and makeup as well, subtle, professional, and fucking sexy as hell. It’s in the way Dream carries himself now, too. No longer slouching or hiding away from the group at parties or dinner dates, but tall and regal and so full of confidence it just makes Hob beam with pride. Like, that’s my boyfriend. That’s mine. That tall, dark, well spoken man is fucking me senseless every night and I wear his bruises and bites without shame.
Dream is worried his new job is too demanding and is taking away time from them but Hob asks if he’s happy. It's hard work, and it kind of sucks… but yeah, Dream loves it. Then Hob says he supports him. When Dream can’t make it to Hob’s birthday party, he sends a quick text to Hob explaining why he’s missing out, but that he’ll make it up to him. It bums Hob out but he knows how well Dream is thriving in this new job. He’s clawed his way up through the shittiest of situations and is truly making a name for himself. So Hob doesn’t let Dream’s absence sour the mood.
And Dream does make it up to Hob. He takes them out to the cafe they’d first met in the West Village. They walk through a park and Dream takes his hand and pulls him off somewhere secluded and presses their foreheads together and tells Hob how much he loves him. How much he’s appreciated his unwavering support and love. He leans in to brush his lips along Hob’s ear and, with a voice quiet and soft as satin, he asks Hob, 
“If I were to propose to you right now, would you say yes?”
And Hob feels a lump in his throat and his heart crashing against his ribs and laughs and says, 
“Yeah, I would.”
But Dream pulls back, a glint in his eyes and a secretive smile on his lips and Hob suddenly just wants. He pulls Dream down into a kiss that begs and pleads for mercy, biting and licking and damn near sobbing with it. It’s a miracle they’re able to call a cab to get home before Dream drops to his knees in broad daylight to suck Hob dry.
And when Dream gets that gig in Paris, Hob has a congratulatory party waiting for him when he returns. And manages to get down on one knee in front of all their friends and ask Dream to marry him.
Henceforth they are known as the “Power Couple.”
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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Found family 💛✨
For @alrendriablaze
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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Hello! I hope you’re well!
If you’re in the mood for some rando inspo, I just saw this pic of young Neil Gaiman and thought there’s a lot of 80s Dream energy there 😂
Anyway your account is amazing, and it brings me all the joys!
PS: Your Jessamy character design is so beautiful. It’s definitely how I picture the character whenever she’s human in fics 🖤
Have a great day!
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Thank you for the suggestion! I hope you’re well and enjoy! 💛
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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👉👈 Meowpheus Monday prompt? No prrrrressure
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Happy Meowpheus Monday! (Sorry it took so long for me to get to this one! 💛✨)
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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The Devil Wears Prada AU part 2 requested by Anon ✨
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Hob gifts Dream the 'I am Kenough' Sweater from the Barbie movie.
He wears it.
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fleabagoftheendless · 14 hours
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'ello 'ello 'ello!
i saw this:
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on pinterest and thought dangit that's perfect for Dream, with or without the helm, even
(would also just be something tom would wear tbh)
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I like it! Thank you for the prompt 💛✨
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fleabagoftheendless · 15 hours
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Funny what a little bit of Holocaust denialism will get you trending with.
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fleabagoftheendless · 17 hours
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What if I started shipping Death of the Endless with Jenny the Punk Butcher? What then?
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fleabagoftheendless · 18 hours
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“Oneiros would play with the child. He would tell it tales.”
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fleabagoftheendless · 19 hours
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fleabagoftheendless · 20 hours
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when you find a fanfic writer whose work just sings to you… i would read anything you write…. i would wade into a tag no matter how deranged… i would travel to the ends of the earth for you if only to soothe your little oyster shell just so you would be comfortable enough to make another pearl whenever you felt like it … i would love you tenderly and support you as you carefully place every grain of sand onto your little castle, regardless of how long it takes, if only to enjoy your words just a little longer
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