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dxmoness · 10 months

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─────── LOVE MADE ME CRAZY?!

━━━━ dion agriche. manhwa. twtpflob.

‣ fluff! reader is referred to as ‘you’, soft Dion! . ୨:୧

‣ masterlist . recent works . twtpflob. ━━━━

A loveless marriage. that's what this was supposed to be. A loveless and fruitless marriage between you and dion agriche.

Now why couldn't you do that, you may ask so kindly? Because this damnable husband of yours is a clingy puppy over you. Well, perhaps that's an overstatement but still. He was extremely against the rules of your supposed 'loveless marriage' as to him this was no marriage or just mere inconvenience, but rather a marriage where he finally has someone to talk with and do whatever he likes with (as long as you're comfortable, of course.).

Dion was known to be cold, calculating, ruthless, a complete psychopath but to you? He acts like a gentleman, if not that then perhaps just a clingy male who wanted every bit of affection he could get from you. Maybe it was because of his past experiences where he never got affection, but one thing was for sure the man would never leave you alone. No.

This morning was no different, you woke up and the first thing you feel is a heavy weight on half of your body, mostly the lower half. But a slightly lighter feeling was at your chest. You knew who it was of course thus you kept still. It would be a great disappointment to Dion if you dare move and tell him you do not wish to sleep in as you two normally do when he returns from a long hard work during one of his many missions.

After an hour, you finally make your movement to shift around. This was a sign to tell him to get up and start getting ready for the day. On a normal basis it would've worked but you knew better when it came to his return days.

The male absolutely refused to move out of your body. Especially not when he was feeling so much warmth against you. It'd be unforgivable to do such a terrible deed, that's what he thinks at the very least.

"Dion." Your tone was tired but it held firmness. It made Dion groan before he turned, finally letting you breathe smoothly once more.

His red eyes stare at you blankly at first, but then filling with utmost respect minutes later. "Good morning." His voice was sleepy and low. His eyes show dark circles under them, an unhealthy sign.

"Good morning." You answer, your hand reaching to stroke his hair. A move that deliberately gets Dion on his knees trying to reach your fingers.

He leans up and instead kissed you. His blanket gives way and makes the sight of his chest and undeniably tone and fit body in display for your eyes to see. Such a sight brought heat to your cheeks, a blush creeping forth bringing your thoughts deliberately known.

Dion simply grins as he pins you down. "Let's sleep some more." He spoke so kindly and smoothly, you wouldn't dare say no now, would you?

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━━━━ no one.

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lunarbuck · 11 months

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Jane!! I'm so excited for you and your 1.5k followers! Thanks for letting me be part of the things. In an effort to help you pick back up with BFB!Bucky, do you think we can see some sexy times? Maybe early on when they're still keeping it a secret?

I'm sorry i've made you wait like over a year for anything from this AU 😭 I hope you enjoy this!!!

moodboard is for vibes only, not what reader looks like

Thinking This Through

pairing: bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.7k

summary: A secret night with Bucky (from his POV)

warnings: secret relationship, fluff, pet names [pretty girl, baby, boo bear], oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), swearing

a/n: this part takes place before part 2 so it's technically out of order!! it's also in bucky's pov which was fun :)))

series masterlist | au playlist | my masterlist | 1.5k sleepover Title is a lyric from the 1975's song I'm in Love With You

I catch her eye from across the bar and find myself smirking into my beer. No matter where she is, no matter how many people are in the room, I always manage to find her. It’s like she fucking calls to me, a siren singing her beautiful song to lure me in.

Well fuck it, I don’t care if she’s a siren. I want her all to myself.

Some girl slides up next to me, getting way too close for comfort, and batts her long eyelashes at me. “You wanna buy me a drink?” She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I can tell she bleaches it too much; it looks fried.

“Not really,” I reply, not caring to soften my tone for this girl. Maybe before I would’ve bought her one, maybe I would’ve entertained whatever this girl is trying to accomplish, but not anymore. Not since Becca’s gorgeous best friend turned my world upside down.

“You sure?” I feel the girl’s long, manicured fingers squeeze my arm, and I have to bite back the urge to tell her I’m taken. We’re not telling people yet. Neither of us are ready for the consequences of Becca finding out.

“He’s sure,” Steve says, patting me on the back. The girl rolls her eyes as Steve shoos her away, but I don’t bother watching her leave. My eyes are back on the only girl I want to see tonight and every night.

She smiles at me brightly before her friend snags her attention again. Steve orders us another round as I text her. I want her with me tonight; I don’t care where we end up. I just want us together.

Bucky: You got plans after this, pretty girl?

Boo Bear: hm… i’m not sure yet

Bucky: Boo Bear? Really?

Boo Bear: i’m surprised it took you this long to notice

Bucky: anyways, i’ve decided you have plans we’re going home together in 20 minutes.

Boo Bear: becca’s hanging out with ethan tonight, she said she won’t be home until after her class tomorrow morning

Bucky: perfect, see you in a few, boo bear

I try not to smile too hard at my phone, especially with Steve standing right next to me. He’s caught me practically kicking my feet while I text her way too many times. It’s becoming a problem at this point.

Steve and I shoot the shit for a bit, and I pay my tab, shooting off another text to my girl, letting her know to meet me across the street. A few minutes later, I see her exit the crowded bar. She looks fucking fantastic, good enough to eat. Her jeans are tight in all the right places, and her top shows off enough skin to make my mouth water.

I never get over how perfect she looks, no matter what she wears or where we are. I don’t know how I held off for so long; I’m addicted now.

“Hey, boo bear,” I whisper once she’s close enough. I tug her close and breathe her in, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Hey, Buck.”

The second the door shuts behind us, I’m on her. I press her against the wall, loving how soft she is against my body. Her hands grip my shirt, nails gently scraping against my chest. I kiss her deeply, tasting her.

“You’re gonna kill me, Buck,” she whispers, nipping at my lip. I dip my head, kissing along the soft skin of her neck as my hands trace down her body. I hook my arms under her legs and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“You got it all wrong, pretty girl. You’re gonna be the death of me.” I walk us to the couch and sit, positioning her on my lap, and she immediately grinds her hips against me, drawing a groan out of me.

I tug at the bottom of her shirt until she lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head, and I bite back a moan at the sight of her in just her bra and tight jeans. My lips immediately attack her collarbone, biting and nipping a trail down to her perfect tits.

She watches me, lips parted, as my hands find their way to her back, undoing the clasp on her bra. When I pull the garment away, she shivers, and I practically come in my goddamn pants.

“I love when you look at me like that,” she whispers, fingers tugging at my hair. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over the bud. She gasps, gripping me tighter.

While I tease her with my mouth, my left hand traces her skin, the metal cool against her heated body, and my right finds the button on her jeans.

“Pants. Off, Now,” I tell her.

“Ooh, Caveman Bucky is coming out to play,” she teases, standing on shaky legs to strip her jeans off. I shift until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, my eyes level with her belly, and gaze up at her.

She’d never believe her if I told her, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I run my fingers along the band of her panties; she’s ticklish there, before I tug them down her legs. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Buck,” she tells me, reaching for my shirt. I let her pull it off of me, my jeans following soon after, and before I know it, I have her pressed into the couch with my head between her legs.

I love the way she grips my hair, showing me exactly what she wants while I eat her out. My hips grind against the couch, seeking any sort of friction I can find. I work her up with my tongue and fingers, desperate to feel her come.

Her face twists up, and she makes these beautiful breathy sounds, and I know she’s close. “Come on, baby, come for me,” I practically grunt, circling her clit the way she likes.

She comes with my name on her lips, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m the one that gets to do this to her, the one that gets to have her like this. I shift off the couch and pick her up, carrying her to her room.

I settle her onto the bed, kiss her until she’s breathless one more time, and run out into the main room to grab our clothes. We can never be too careful. Once I’m back, I pounce on her. I’m starving when it comes to my girl. I can never get enough.

“Please, Bucky,” she whines when I settle myself between her legs. She can feel how much I want her, how badly I’m aching for her, but I need her to beg a little more.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper. She knows what I want her to say.

“Fuck, Bucky, please fuck me.” I grin and sit up, watching her writhe on the bed. I fucking love her like this.

“You want me to fuck your pretty pussy?” I ask her, running my thumb over her sensitive clit.

“Please, please, please,” she chants, giving in to the feeling.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” I line my cock up with her and slowly press in, gritting my teeth at how tight she is. Once I’m fully inside her, I don’t move slow; I don’t give her much of a warning before I set a quick, deep pace.

I kiss her all over, needing to feel her everywhere. Her hands grip my back, scratching her nails against my skin, and I love that I’ll probably have marks tomorrow. Steve’ll probably give me shit, but I can’t wait.

I lose myself in fucking her, in pouring myself into the beautiful girl below me. She’s blissed out, loving the pleasure I give her. I press deeply inside of her, making her moan. She clenches around me, and I know she’s close again.

I help her turn over, lifting her hips into the air. She settles her upper body onto the mattress, and I have to groan at how perfect she looks like this. Gripping her hips, I press back into her and fuck her, my dick hitting deeper inside her in this position.

She’s a bumbling mess, moaning incoherently, and a sense of pride bubbles up in me. I know I won’t last much longer, so I reach around and find her clit again, bringing her back up to her peak.

“Come on, pretty girl.” She presses her hips against me, begging me to keep going. “I know you wanna come again; you wanna come all over my dick, don’t you?” She nods even though her face is pressed into the mattress.

“Yes, Bucky.”

“Then come for me, baby. I wanna see you come on my cock.” I fuck her harder, picking up the pace on her clit, and a few moments later, she comes hard, sending me over the edge right along with her.

Together, we collapse onto the bed, and I pull her close, needing the skin to skin contact. I know I need to get up and grab a towel so I can clean her up, but right now, this is where I need to be. I need to be wrapped up in my girl.

As we’re catching our breath, I hear the front door click open, and the familiar sound of my sister’s voice rings loudly through the apartment. I roll my eyes as I stand, looking for my boxers. I look over at my girl and see her frantically searching for her phone. When she grabs it, she shows me a text from Becca saying that since Ethan’s roommate is home, they’re coming back here.

I stifle a laugh; we always have shit luck with this stuff. We settle back into bed and wait for Becca and Ethan to find their way into Becca’s room, but in the meantime, I enjoy cuddling with my beautiful girl.

I want to go public. I want to tell Becca. I hate all this secret stuff, even though it’s fun sometimes. Hopefully, she feels the same. I press a kiss to her forehead as she scrolls through her various social media apps and make sure she knows just how much I like being here with her.

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an4mations · 6 months

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Guys. What if Dreamtale, but modern?

Dream and Nightmare are somehow teleported into our world (they were arguing and their two different auras clashed against each other so hard that they got teleported through a portal formed from it).

They both would have a hard time understanding everything...especially technology. I think Nightmare would handle it better though. He looks like a techy person for some reason to me. Dream would probably take up the profession of a therapist or counsellor. I just know it. No questions.

Aaaand this part is still up for debate (mostly me being indecisive).

Y/N finds them roaming the streets, feeling almost dumbfounded by two literal skeletons walking down the street. They become pretty good friends as Y/N shows them the way of the modern life. *hint hint*

Still thinking of what to name this :v

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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A Goth & An Emo Walk Into a Room

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: "He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-" "It's literally just a coffee date!"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, overprotective older brother!Bruce, THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS FIC I WILL CHOP YOUR FINGERS OFF, i said this would be short idk why i did this to myself, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i'm in a goth/emo bf brain rot and i thought of this last night so i had to write it. ALSO I WANNA SAY I HAVE 3 REQUESTS PENDING BUT DW I WILL GET BACK TO YOU MKAY I LOVE YOU Part 2 ig??? "Vengeance & Nightmares"

Alfred stops what he is doing and heads for the entrance the moment he hears the doorbell buzz. The moment he opens the door, one thing is very apparent to him.

"Lord Morpheus," the old butler with white hair greets, nodding.

Alfred takes in his attire, the long trench coat that reaches his ankles and the shiny, black, heeled, leather dress shoes that were barely visible because of it. He takes in his dark hair, wild and unkempt, the darkness of his water line that makes his blue eyes more teary than it already is. He takes in his black leather pants and black cotton shirt, and its stark contrast to the bouquet of wildflowers and peonies in his grip.

He was exactly like his master Bruce.

"Alfred," the King of Dreams regards with his deep voice that vibrates in the butler's thorax.

The said man sidesteps and motions, "the young masters have been despairing over the dress that our dearest-"

"DREAM!" I call from the top of the curved staircase. I grin breathlessly as I tighten my grip on my silken robe and run down the steps and rush towards them.

I release a breath as I make my way between Alfred and my date, eyes falling to the flowers in his grips.

"Are those for me?" I ask, painted lips curving in endearment.

"They are indeed," Dream's stoic face barely softens as he hands me the flora.

I release a chuckle and accept them gratefully, "you've been taking my pointers to heart, it seems."

"I have," he responds, lips curving, though not nearly as much as mine.

I inhale deeply the fragrance of my flowers before releasing a chuckle, "well they're beautiful, Dream. Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Might I suggest that the lord wait for his date in the parlour while I prepare him some tea?" Alfred says, turning from me to Dream.

I release a huff and pull the flowers away from me, "I swear I was nearly ready but then Bruce ripped my dress, and I tackled him, and because of that I had to redo my makeup, but then he became five and hid my highlighter, then I heard the door, and I had to make sure to got here before-"

"It is quite alright," Dream mutters airily, brows knit slightly, "I do not think waiting for you to finish dressing will wear my patience at all."

I chuckle, pursing my lips in a soft smile, "still. I did say 12 o'clock."

He shakes his head, "Cast away your worries. I will wait as long as necessary."

"I will wait as long as necessary," Bruce echoes when I make it back into my room.

I roll my eyes at him and shove him, "stop being insufferable, you sewer rat."

Bruce raises his brows as he reels back at my violence, "you look like a sewer rat."

"Oh, thank you," I coo, going to my walk in closet, "I really tried my best," make my way behind the folding screen, "but you make it look effortless, babe."

Bruce scoffs as he plops on the bed, lying down on the cushion, "you've clearly never seen a rat, nor a sewer, seeing how disconnected you are with reality from the view up on your high horse."

I release a long string of chuckles, "what do you mean? I'm literally related to a sewer rat; how could I not know its filth?"

Just as Bruce props on his elbows, I changed into my backup dress and throw my robe at him.

He pulls the fabric blocking his vision and watches me as I make my way to my vanity and press two pumps of perfume on both sides of my neck.

He examines the green dress on my body, snorting at the drop back and the slit, "if he so much as even breathes the wrong way around you-"

"Bruce," I roll my eyes.

"I'm serious," he blurts, quick to stand on his feet, "I don't care what he is, I will destroy him."

I press my lips into a thin line and look up at his darkened expression. I smooth the fabric on his shoulders then pat his cheek, "okay, Batman."

Bruce is hot on my trail as I head out and make my way down to the parlour, putting on my pumps along the way.

"He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-"

"It's literally just a coffee date!" I quip, grabbing onto his arm as I struggle putting on my shoes.

Bruce catches me, knitting his brows, "tell him that," he is exasperated when he adds, "the man literally proposed to you when you met."

"He's a literal endless being; our mortal concepts are merely quaint suggestions for him," I say, suddenly thinking, "do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

He makes a face as I bare my teeth at him, "no, just spinach from last night."

"Ha," I pull away from him, "you honestly think between the two of us, you have better dental care?" I walk away again, "your front two teeth are literally fake."

"Your whole personality is fake," he quips, walking by my side.

I scoff, "come on," I take his arm once we make our way down the stairs, "your elderly is showing. Your roasts are getting so lame."

"That's because hang around you all day."

"Pssh."

"Or should I say I worry about how you constantly insist on getting yourself into exceptionally venturesome situations," Bruce turns down to me with a hard look.

"I'm literally the best thing in your life, don't even," I snort, I shoot him a similar look, "you'd literally be twice as lame without me. And that's apart from the fact you'd have turned the entire estate into a cave of darkness."

"Hmm, as opposed all your rackety house parties?" He sighs, "sounds like bliss to me."

Once we are two steps away from reaching the floor, I shove Bruce off me. Of course, he does not fall and lands on his feet with a jump, then shoots a look of daggers at me.

I faux gasp and place a hand over my lips, "oops, sorry chummy."

I push back my hair as I make my way to my date.

The moment he feels my presence, Dream turns to me and rises from his seat. He meets me halfway as I walk over to him. Once I am in front of him, I raise my hands and tilt my head, "so, what do you think? Good enough?"

He holds his hand out for me and I take it, "you put all others to shame with your radiance."

I cannot withhold my giggle as he kisses the back of my hand.

Dream pulls away when he hears the annoying cough behind me.

I huff as I hear my brother speak, "Dream."

Bruce makes his way to my side as Dream nods, "Bruce."

"Take care of my baby sister," he says dryly.

I roll my eyes at him, "I'm literally 2 years younger than you."

"That already goes without saying, but I assure you," Dream turns to me, "she will be under my constant protection."

"And can you protect her from yourself?" Bruce snips.

I sigh and grab onto his stiff arms, "alright, that's enough," I push him away, "go listen to My Chemical Romance of something."

Bruce does not listen to MCR at all, and only eyes us from the corner of the room as we make it to the door.

How funny. Reminds you of anyone?

Dream is unfazed as he stands outside the open entrance, still as the wind catches his coat.

Alfred helps me wear my coat.

"I do admit, your brother's dislike is ironic," Alfred notes as he pushes my coat up my shoulders, "when they are clearly cut from the same black, brooding cloth."

"Exactly!" I chuckle, spinning to look at him, "I'm thinking it's because he wants to be the only black sheep around."

Alfred measures my words before speaking as he hums, "then it appears you must like the King of Dreams very much."

I involuntarily chuckle, feeling as though I was caught, "it's just coffee, Alfred."

He hums once more as he nods, "very well then, miss."

Dream turns to me, then to his hand that I take in mine once I am beside him.

I release a breath, "I really like holding hands when I walk with people. Will that be a problem?"

"Certainly not," Dream mutters, his relaxed hand firmly grips mine.

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kumezyzo · 9 months

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omg so idk if this is a weird request or not but I was watching a tv show and thought this idea would be cool for sapnap😭😭

brothers best friend sapnap (or bbf!sapnap) where him and the reader have to hide their relationship from dream and george (dream or george ,depending on what you prefer to write, being the readers brother)

its not a weird request! ive never thought about this type of scenario with them so this is actually really fun for me to write and come up with plot 😭

i wrote for both brother dream and brother george. and i wrote specifically twin!dream and older brother!george (separately). to make the age gaps less scary😭 and for plot.... nonstreamer fem! reader. and i ended up making this a little too long and angsty so im sorry 😭😭😭

okay, enjoy!....or dont :) m.list

brother!dream

bbf!sap who youve known and been friends with since day one because of twin!dream.

twin!dream who you tell everything and noticed when you started crushing on his closest friend.

"do you like nick?" he would ask you one day when youre eating together silently.

you pause mid bite and look up at him, your heart having skipped a beat. you look back down and finish chewing as you come up with something to say.

"why are you asking me that?" you ask back with an awkward laugh.

"fuck- you do dont you?" he would sigh in annoyance.

"and what if i do?" you ask defensively. "its not like hes gonna like me back. nothings gonna happen."

he looks at you, his eyes looking over your face. the face he had been familiar with his whole life. the face that he had grown with and trusted more than himself.

"whatever..."

bbf!sapnap tried to hide his crush on you from both you and dream but failed miserably with the latter.

"do you like yn?" clays voice sounded through nicks headphones. he furrowed his eyebrows as if to fake confusion although they couldnt see eachother.

"what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion completely lacing his voice.

"do you have a crush on my sister?" clay said more pointedly this time.

"what, no?" nick responded defensively. "why would i like her?"

"i dont know. you just seem... different around her," clay explained, the clicks of his mouse being heard after his voice.

bbf!sapnap who found it harder to hide and fight his feelings for you once he moved in with you two.

in turn, he started leaving the room when you would walk in. he would barely look at you when the three of you were in the room. and you felt your heart hurt more and more slowly as the weeks went on this way.

bbf!sapnap who had to tell you how he felt about you after you mentioned someone asking you out.

"did you say yes?" he asked a little too quickly for his own liking.

"i mean, yea, why not?" you shrug, moving through the kitchen.

"is he...a good guy?" clay asked you from next to nick on the couch. from your angle, it looked almost comical the way they were both turned to look at you. confused expressions heavy on both of their faces.

"i dont know clay," you say with a scoff. "i just met him today."

clay got up and walked over to you, "okay, well... dont die?" he said unsure. you rolled your eyes up at him and crossed your arms. he nudged your shoulder as he went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

"thank you, really. great advice, clay," you say sarcastically as he rounds the kitchen island to the stairs.

"anytime! night!" he calls out as he walks up the stairs. leaving you and nick alone.

you sighed, waiting for him to get up and follow his friend up the stairs. you didnt expect him to stay where he was, watching you from the couch.

"what...?" you ask, looking behind you as if it wasnt you he was looking at.

"so you're going on a date?" he says mainly to himself. "when?"

you let out a deep exhale as you think for a moment, "im not sure yet. he's yet to tell me. told me he would text me when he had a gap in his schedule," you said, trying your best to not make the conversation more awkward than it already was.

"hmm," nick hummed as if in deep thought. he looked down at the white tiled floors. you pursed your lips and glanced at the stairs.

"well, i think im gonna call it a night..." you trail off, hesitantly heading towards the stairs, waiting for him to make some comment or attempt to keep the conversation going.

when he didnt, you continued on your way, beginning you mental spiral on why he was acting this way with you.

"wait, yn," he called out just as you were about to place your foot down on the first step. you looked over at him, confused. "i need to tell you something."

his heart was pounding in his chest, unsure of how to proceed. you felt like you were going to be standing there the whole night with the way he wasn't speaking. and that idea alone made your stomach twist and flutter.

"what is it?" you ask with an awkward laugh.

he took a deep breath, running his hand over his face. the longer you stood there, the more anticipation filled you. the awkward smile on your face falling and slowly replaced with something more serious.

"nick?"

"i like you."

bbf!sapnap who tries to not make it obvious how suddenly he's not ignoring you or avoiding you anymore.

but he cant now that your two are dating. its too hard to not smile at you when you walk into the room or want to sit right next to you when the three of you were sitting around.

bbf!sapnap who sneaks you a few kisses when dream isnt in the room.

"nick!" you whisper shout as you pull away from his kiss. "he literally just walked out of the room, relax"

"but i wanted a kiss," he pouted, leaning in for another. you squirmed and pushed him, looking at him like he was crazy.

brother!dream who knows you two are dating but just waits to see how long you guys can keep this all up. he finds it amusing and annoying but he would rather wait for you guys to tell him on your own time.

when you do tell him, he doesnt even bother to act suprised. he just shrugs and laughs at you with a "you guys are idiots."

brother!dream who later has to sit down and talk to sapnap about dating you.

"dont do extra shit around me. like weird and kissy," clay says with a disgusted face almost as if the idea alone was repulsive. "and please dont have sex while im home."

"what-" nick cuts himself off with an embarrassed laugh.

"im serious. if you do, i dont want to hear that shit."

brother!george

bbf!sapnap who knew of you and spoke to you a few times. the first time he spoke to you in person was when he came to visit george. He had seen you in pictures and an occasional off chance FaceTime call where you're in the background and waved across the room.

when he sees you for the first time, in person, it throws him off guard how different you look. in the few pictures he had seen of you, he hadn't realized they were from years past. you had obviously gotten older and he realized you were his age. not sixteen.

bbf!sapnap who can't stop staring at you when you're having lunch with him and george. everytime you laugh or make a joke, he feels like his heart does a little happy dance.

bbf!sapnap who asks for you number on a night you two are getting to know eachother more.

"hey, whats your number?" he asked, trying to seem nonchalant. you smiled at him suspiciously.

"why?" you asked in response trying not to sound as smug as you felt.

"for...emergency reasons," he said, realizing how much it sounded like bullshit. even to himself.

"right..."

bbf!sapnap who cant help but talk about how he finds you attractive on stream with george.

"yea guys, i met yn too," he says, glancing at george. "you never told me how hot your sister was, george."

george looks at nick with a disgusted face, "what are you talking about?"

nick shrugged and read a chat, changing the subject as george looked at the camera with a grossed out face.

bbf!sapnap who starts talking to you when he gets back to florida without george knowing. the only clues he gives are talking about how he finds you attractive.

when you two start dating, you start to feel bad for lying to olderbrother!george about it. so you ask him hypotheticals and drop small hints here and there.

"would it be weird if i thought sapnap was cute..." you ask him nervously. george looks up from his phone and furrowed his eyebrows.

"...do you...?" he asks slowly, eyeing you weirdly.

you shrug, trying to be nonchalant despite the type of question, "He's not terrible looking... i guess."

he rolls his eyes, "just dont start dating. then it would be weird."

you stare blankly at your phone, as you chuckle humourlessly at the irony.

bbf!sapnap who has to ask dream about what to tell george.

"wait, nick, you guys are dating?" clay asks incredulously. "and this was after george talked in detail about how much he hated the idea of you two together?"

"before, actually," he said, crossing his arms.

"that doesnt make a difference, actually," clay says with a scoff. then he rubs his hand over his face and sighs. "just tell him. worst that can happen is he gets mad and gets over it eventually."

"well, i dont want him to get mad at us," nick said, stress laced in his voice.

"well, you'll have to tell him at some point."

after a week or two, you decided to tell olderbrother!george yourself.

"hey, george, i have something to tell you," you say, trying masking your fear.

"mhm," he hums simply, looking down at his phone. you close your eyes for a second as you took a deep breath. george looks up at you waiting for to speak. "what is it?"

"nick and i are dating..." he looked at you blankly, looking over your face.

"what?" he asks, hoping he just heard you wrong.

"we're dating..." you say. waiting for him to freak out on you.

"okay?" he says dumbly. you laugh awkwardly, confusion clear on your face. "i was kind of expecting it."

yea georges was kinda garbage. specifically the ending. but i kinda wanted to post this. and i guess it wasnt really them hiding it, but more so just them hiding their attraction? so my bad.

i think i just need to actually doing what the asks ask me 😭😭 i hope you enjoyed anyway... -nony

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap x y/n #dteam #brother!dream #brother!george #dream fluff #george fluff #angst?#dteam angst?#moody george #moody dream

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starstruck-flames · 9 months

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Hey everyone.

This is your friendly reminder that no matter what-

Size you are

Gender you are

Colour you are

Hair length you are

Height you are

Mentally stable you are

Anything fucking else you could possibly find negative about yourself

That no matter what I can assure you that your fave loves you.

The way you smile at them.

The way you laugh with them.

The way you love them.

You are okay, you are accepted and you are loved.

And hell. If you still don’t believe me?

I love you! No matter what.

A song, for you!! Yes, you!!

A lot of us used to be messed up kids. It’s up to us to be not so messed up adults, and accepting ourselves and others is the first step.

Take your meds, drink your water and get a snack. You deserve some care, no matter what.

#body positive #mental health #mental health is important!! just as important as physical #and my fucking god if it takes the fact you’ll get to live to dream another dream about them then live on brother #x reader #mha x y/n #mha x reader #Black Butler x reader #welcome home x reader #bleach x reader #Naruto x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #squish rants #Spotify

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mumbledramblings · 7 months

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Summer Prince!Knives: It's not fair! I should have inherited the Summer Lord's power! It should have been me! I spent my whole life working towards it! Why didn't it pay off!?!

Summer Prince!Vash: Why can't I have the Winter King kneel and kiss my hand and call me "my lady"...

Summer Prince!Knives: what

Summer Prince!Vash: what

Summer Lady!Tesla: 😀 🧍‍♀️

#trigun #trigun au #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun tesla #tesla jumpscare #mid writes #summer prince winter king #I love summer lady!tesla ruining her brothers' plans/dreams just by existing #she still has no idea how any of this works but by god she is doing her best

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sketchninja7 · 2 years

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I had a dream where I got dragged to a really fancy karaoke room by the Haitani brothers.

#dream i had #haitani brothers #haitani rindou #haitani ran #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #tokrev rindou #fan art #procreate #commission is open #doodle

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raidenssblog · 2 years

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Tommy, tubbo and ranboo with a older brother that's a streamer

Pairing: Tommy, tubbo, ranboo (seperate) X m!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, not proff read

Summary: how chat finds out about them having a older brother.

M/n=male name s/n=streamer name

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Tommy

He probably mentioned you in a stream by accident.

As soon as he realises what he said he tried to take it back. That's before chat blasts him with questions like 'can we see him' or 'you have to stream with him one day'

Would probably invite you to talk for a bit just so chat would leave him alone🥲

You guys stream together with ranboo and tubbo once and you guys just had fun.

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'do you have a sibling?' someone donated. Tommy was doing a chill stream. Just relaxing and answering some questions.

"yeah m/n's 2 years older than me" he answered not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Not untill chat starts freaking out. "Wait. I was just joking chat!" Fuckkkkk Tommy thought.

'we have to see him!' someone donated again. 'wait. M/n. Isn't that s/n' oh god here we go tommy sighed.

"Yes that s/n is my older brother. And no i will not stream with him. He's no cool like I am." Tommy said. "Hey!" The blonds smile droped as he heard his lovely brother yell from his room.

Both Tommy and chat could hear foot steps approaching his bedroom before the door opened reveling a very disappointed boy.

"I am cool for your information. Oh and while I'm down here. Your turn to do the dishes"

Tommy groaned and slid in his chair as you walked away laughing.

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Tubbo

Let's say one thing. Chat already knew, tho they've never see you. Only heard about you through the trio.

'can we meet m/n please!?' just like Tommy he would probably be doing a chill stream or just messing about.

"oh um yeah I'll see if he wants to"

Invites you to play Minecraft and/or stream on your account.

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Tubbo walked into the kitchen when he finished streaming and saw you, remembering the request he had received during streaming.

"hey m/n. Chat and I were wondering if you wanted to stream with me or just play Minecraft for a bit? You don't have too if you don't want to."

Tubbo got a glass of water and looked at you. "yeah I'll join tomorrow if you'd like" you replied finishing off eating your sandwich.

"sick. Chats gonna love you" he said walking back to his room.

The next day he set up his stream and you got your ready. Tho your brother was pretty famous but you were still well known, having around 1 million followers on twitch.

"alright chat. We have s/n joining us like I said in my last stream. We're just gonna mess around in Minecraft for a bit" tubbo started the stream off.

"yeah what he said" you commented, joining tubbo in Minecraft.

After a bit Tommy joined and welcomed himself. "Ahhh m/n, how you doing?" He screamed into his mic.

" I'm doing fine Tommy and you?" You said less aggressively.

"fucking amazing" he yelled.

You guys just continued to play Minecraft and had a bit of fun answering a bunch of questions before turning off your streams.

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Ranboo

We all know that ranboo likes to try and keep most of his personal information secret.

So without a doubt he wouldn't have brought up you.

Tho when chat asked if he had any other siblings, he just answer with a quick "my brother's 3 years older than me"

Its been a few days and ranboo forgot what he said untill chat brings it up.

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'can we meet you brother?' ranboo read it over again for what felt like the thousandth time.

Chat had been bugging him ever since he brought you up.

"I don't know chat. I don't really want to put a bunch of pressure and attention on him you know" ranboo said nervously.

Tubbo, Tommy and him were streaming together just messing about building stuff while chat wanted to know more about ranboo's brother.

"yeah guys. Not everyone like a lot of attention in such a short period of time. I mean he could get overwhelmed and stressed" tubbo said still focused on his game.

"yeah and let's not talk about the hate he might get" Tommy also said.

'please can you maybe stream with him one day?' a donation came in.

Ranboo sucked in a breath. He didn't want you to get the hate he already has. Tho it would be up to you wether or not you want to stream with them.

"hey how about I invite him to play with us. You guys can ask questions. Not to personal obviously. And just get to know him?"

Chat was being spammed with yes's so ranboo texted you. And to his relief you agreed.

A bit later you joined and chat went quite for a second. Not for long as they were saying stuff like 'wait s/n is your brother' and 'i had a feeling it was him'.

'This is going to be horrible' ranboo thought

"everyone meet s/n. My older brother"

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Hey. My first dsmp writing cus why not. And remember to drink water and have a great day or night

-Raiden

@tictic2 ←for you

#ranboo #tommy mcyt #tubbo dream smp #brother #dream smp #x male reader #brother reader #older brother

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dxmoness · 6 months

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─────── NEW ROMANTICS.

✩ ིྀ ! WE'RE ALL BORED, WE'RE ALL SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃 ࣪ c. henituse + boredom has its own solutions ˖ 𖦹

“this is so boring.” cale groans as he fiddles with the piece of parchment in his hand. his eyes linger towards the female who was indulged in reading something about mystics, that he could have sworn she said was a stupid book that was nonfactual yet still read with an engrossed desire.

“Oi. Earth to name, i am in dire need of some affectionate company over here.” he seemed sarcastic in saying it, but in his heart he really did. the female did not move an inch, immediately realizing the depth of her reading he decides to take a different approach or entertainment and just simply admires her from where he is.

he sighs deeply before he buries his face in the books and sleeps. only now did name notice him, a small smile flickered on her delicate lips as she looks for something he could lay his head on that wasn't a hardbound book.

she takes off her own coat, not at all minding the freezing frostbite of air she felt as she folds it up and places it under his head, slipping off the book and replacing it in a quick motion.

proud of her work, she made the decision to return to her book. before she could, cale’s hand shot out and kissed her soft fingers. his lips grazing on her knuckles brought more than enough colour to her pale skin.

embarrassed as she was, she gave him a playful swat and left. leaving a chuckling cale behind.

✩ ིྀ ! HEARTBREAK IS OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM, WE SING IT PROUDLY ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃 ࣪ j. agriche + how to get away from political marriage ˖ 𖦹

for some reason, her best friend jeremy had the sudden idea to meet her in the woods in secret and she hasn't the foggiest idea why.

but like the good friend she is, she went anyway. she enters the quiet midst of the forest. her eyes look warily around her, noticing a whine of a horse she follow the direction of the sound.

she finds jeremy, sitting on his horse. his blue eyes seem to shine when he sees her. he slides off and takes her hand, kissing it gently.

“lovely to see you've come, my beautiful lady.” you could swear it almost sounded sincere, but that is simply uncertain due to jeremy being an agriche by heart.

“yes, yes. what's the meaning of this?” she responds, her response seemed to make him flinch.

“i’ve upset you, my lady. that was not my intention.” jeremy murmured. “but let's get straight to the point, i'm here to let you in on one or my schemes.” he could tell this peaked her fragile line of interest. “i need you to be my pretty mistress.”

“what?!” she is stunned to say the least. and she had every right to be.

he gave a small smile to her outburst. “my father wants me in a political marriage and i do not like the woman i’ve been paired up with.” “so you're asking me to helo you break here heart?” name asks and he nods. “are you insane? sign me in.” she grins and jeremy chuckles, patting her head.

in the end, the fake relationship for heartbreak turned to a real one that they consummated quickly.

✩ ིྀ ! PLEASE TAKE MY HAND AND PLEASE TAKE ME DANCING ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃 ࣪ h. niccolo + a dance with the marquis ˖ 𖦹

it all went by so fast, the marquis spoke with her and a moment later took her to dance. his fingers intertwined with hers, his arm on her waist. the two of them swayed gracefully on the dance floor.

their dance seemed to catch everyone's attention as everyone seemed mesmerized. it ie understandable. even she is. the marquis is beautiful, breathtaking. words could not describe his elegance, his looks. he is an angel that descended from heaven.

and to be dancing with him? that is a high honour for her. she is absolutely in awe. also quite panicky. she didn't want to do any wrong, especially not with him as her partner.

he suddenly carried her and spun her around moving her down, they spin and twirl for ages. when they finish, he guides her to the quieter parts of the party. his eye filled with love and admiration as he kisses her on the hand.

“thank you dearest. it was a lovely time to dance with you.” hie voice is soft, gentle, soothing... his purple eyes is fixated on her own. his hand slipe and caresses her cheek. “you look ravishing, my lady.”

this brought a flush of colour on her cheeks. “thank you..”

“no problem.” he smiles and kisses her cheek so suddenly. “please excuse me now, lovely. i’ll see you again sometime, yes?” he asks, and she nods.

✦. ⊹ ˚ dedicated to @bertry3 !! gift no.2

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#manhwa #manhwa x reader #jeremy agriche x reader #twtpflob #twtpflob x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #the way to protect the female lead's older brother x reader #trash of the count's family #trash of the duke's family #trash of the count's family x reader #cale henituse x reader #your throne #your throne x reader #helio niccolo #helio niccolo x reader #helio tropium x reader #— the skillfulness of the deities. . . . written works ♡#— a field of dreams and desires. . . . manhwa ♡

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makiyadkaze · 2 years

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the respect Yamato shows is just amazing

#yamato #ace #luffy's dream #luffy #D #one piece x reader #respect #brothers #echiro oda #oda

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Green With Envy (& Oliver)

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader + Oliver Queen x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: Dream didn't like the way you laughed at Oliver's jokes, just as Bruce never liked him in the first place. Finally some common ground.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, Jealous!Dream, overprotective big bro!Bruce, annoyingly endearing!Oliver, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: gif is oliver bonking dream and bruce running in the background HAHHHAH (taken from pinterest) Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 My previous bat!sis fic: "Vengance & Nightmares" (you don't need to read it to get this one tho, although there is a scene here that references a scene in the linked fic)

There was a certain crispiness in the air, a certain brand of icy that was frosting Dream's shoulders. If looks could kill, the dumb blonde would have dropped dead on the spot.

The night had been off to a great start. I had taken Morpheus by the arm to the gala as a plus one. I were fabulously dressed, the olive dress clung on my body like a second skin, my blue pumps elevated me with power, and my pink lipstick framed my smile perfectly. The scent of me, I knew, had my date in a trance. Good.

Dream had been apprehensive about attending the event since I mentioned it to him, and I did my best to keep him reassure him. An hour in the gala, I managed to make him smile at my compliments to his genteelness and poise. He was even helping me win over some potential partners

But then this smirking, three piece wearing, sunglasses clad oaf walked in, and the Dream practically snapped out of nowhere.

"Wayne!" I hear a call. I only turn when the caller adds my first name.

My uninterested look turns when I see the caller. "Ollie!" I exclaim, releasing my grip on Dream as I jump into the blonde's arms. Oliver chuckles, spinning me around as he seals his arms around me.

The Endless tenses and begins to feel something unsavory rise inside him.

When we pull away, I press on his arms, "you've been working out."

Dream watches how his hands fall.

Oliver's hands are on my waist as he smirks at me, "and you haven't."

I scoff and roll my eyes in offence, shoving him off. He pulls away and chuckles, raising his hands in defeat, "I jest, I jest," he turns to his side, lips still curved upward in amusement, "who's this?"

"Ollie, this is-" I don't get to continue as I am pulled backward.

Dream places an iron clad grip is on my hip. I am crushed so tightly against him that I have no choice but to reach out to him to keep my balance. His voice practically echoes in the expanse of the room when he mutters, "Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Prince of Stories, Shaper of Forms."

The ground shakes upon the utterance of these works. People look out in the room and mutter 'is that an earthquake' before going about there business when the seismic shifts halt.

I turn to Dream, concerned over his hardened features. I turn back to Oliver, seeing he is still in the amused state he was in before, frozen into an unsure smile. He pushes his shades down, raising a brow, relaxing his shoulders, "nice."

He extends a hand out to Dream, which he does not take.

"Dream," I call softly. It does nothing.

Oliver is undeterred and instead opts to slap a hand on his shoulder, "not a handshake guy. I respect that."

Dream's jaw clenches, "who are you?"

It's a ridiculous question, since Dream knew literally everyone. My lips curl. I know exactly where this was going.

"Me?" Oliver smirks, raising a hand up for dramatics. He pulls his shades off, but doesn't get to answer; someone beats him to it.

"Oliver Queen," another voice calls, averting all our attentions to the side. Bruce walks over, adjusting the cuff of his suit, as he turns to Oliver, "I saw your signature in the latest green energy association. I was glad to see it."

Ollie chuckles, "as I live and breathe. A compliment from Dracula himself."

"It's not a compliment," Bruce and I speak at the same time. My brother turns to me, then blinks to mask the fact he was bothered by how I was mushed against Dream. He decides not to note on it, and instead, pats Dream stiffly on the shoulder, "share a drink with me."

It wasn't a question. Dream, eyes still on Oliver, rejects the proposal anyway, "I do not care to drink."

Bruce gives me a look. I wordlessly respond by pressing my lips, and muttering against Dream's ear, "can you get me a drink, please, baby?"

He softens a fraction against me, only to turn to me. I take the opportunity to pry his hand against him and he tenses, this time shifting on his place, concerned like a puppy being driven away.

"I'm up for a drink," Oliver says coolly, raising his hand, "and I can get you one too, Wayne," he says, raising a finger to me, "sex on the beach?"

Dream snaps at Oliver. He steps forward, looking like he was ready to brawl, "what?"

"It's the name of the drink," I mutter, grabbing Dream. I turn to Oliver, "one that I have grown out of liking."

"Hey," Oliver shrugs, "I love me a good cocktail just like the next sorority chick."

"I think four beers are enough," Bruce says, grabbing Dream by the arm, wheeling him past us. Honestly, I am surprised by my brother's strength. Dream does not forfeit a glare directed at Ollie as he is pulled away against his will.

"Your boy toy's get weirder and weirder, babe," Ollie casually mutters, stepping closer to me.

"I heard that," Dream seethes, wrangling out of Bruce's grip, only to get caught again.

Bruce clutches him tighter this time.

I roll my eyes at Oliver, pinching his side, making him yelp. He pulls back in pain, "that's so grade school!"

"You still act like we're in grade school."

"Aha," he leans down to me, "except we were classmates in high school."

"Four beers please," Bruce calls to the bartender as he shoves Dream down next to him.

Dream glares at Bruce as he sits down next to him, "I'm only here so that man cannot give her sex on the beach."

Bruce physically cringes, "shut up." He wipes his face, "you going to get used to this if you want to be around her."

"I plan on doing no such thing."

"Well, then I'm glad you're her not boyfriend," Bruce leans on the bar.

I move to poke Oliver's eyes, but he knew me too well and caught my hand before I could make contact. He pulls back as he grabs me, laughing as he gives me a look, "still stinky and mean as ever."

I rip my hand away, "and you're still annoying and stupid."

"At least I shower."

"Oh," I raise my brows and frown, "how unfortunate of you to think lathering yourself in axe body spray counts a shower."

Oliver's brow quirks a fraction. I catch it nonetheless and smirk.

"This is a niche brand that even you don't know," he points to his chest.

"And I'm glad for it. The frat boys in uni don't even smell like that."

"What are you doing smelling frat boys in uni?" he narrows his eyes.

"Inspiring the next generation," I tilt my head, "what are you doing smelling like like a loser?"

Oliver grinds his teeth. He releases a breath, "I don't miss you at all."

I break into a fit of laughs, "oh, you don't have to lie, baby," I then mockingly kiss him on the cheek. He recoils sharply and wipes the lipstick stain of his skin with disdain.

"Heel!" Bruce pulls back Dream when bursts from his seat upon seeing the affections across the bar.

"She kissed him!" he barks, growling as he swats Bruce's arm off his coat.

"You know how she is," Bruce releases him. "Are you going to fault her for being affectionate and mockingly kissing her highschool friend?"

Dream snaps at him, "mockingly?"

Bruce rolls his eyes, "you do know she likes you and not everyone is in love with her." The voice of his little sister saying the same words about herself when Bruce chided her about having too many boy friends rings in his mind.

Damn it.

The same voice calls, 'I'm always right.'

Dream replies the same way Bruce did to the 14 year old at the time, "why wouldn't I assume someone with her light would draw people in who'd love to take liberties?"

Bruce sighs, "you care so much."

"I do," Dream blurts, "as should you. Some hooligan is groping your sister!"

An exaggeration.

Bruce actually breaks into a chuckle. Dream turns red with anger.

Now Bruce hears his butler's voice in his mind, 'you two are quite alike, sir'.

Shut up.

"What an old man thing to say," he leans on the table, "I bet she roasts you for that so much."

"It matters little to me what name we have for our relations. What matters is she is by my side and not," Dream looks off to the distance, "with someone who chortles like a fool."

"Look," Bruce raises a hand, "the feeling is mutual, my lord. I have never liked how familiar her and Queen are, but you need to know-" he points a finger, "-she's her own person. She's not gonna suddenly change just because you want her to."

"I do not wish to change her," Dream mutters, "I wish to swat insects like him."

Bruce sighs just as the bartender finally arrives with the 4 beers.

He doesn't get it.

'You don't get it!' the memory of his sister complaining plays in his head, 'you're too old and ugly to understand that I'm just sweet and affectionate!'

I get it. Enough.

Bruce hands Dream a beer and the latter instinctively takes it. Bruce stands and knocks his bottle against his, "come on."

Dream brings a storm cloud with him as they make their way back from the bar.

"Ah, Lord of Nightmares," Ollie smiles.

"King," Dream corrects, gripping the bottle in his hand.

My eyes are fixed on him as Bruce hands me a beer. I take it, as well as Dream's, since I knew he was not going to drink it anyway. Also, he looked like he was moments away from crushing it in his hand.

"Oh, sorry," Oliver corrects, "King of Nightmares... and Dreams, right?" He purses his lips in thought, "what do I call you again?"

"Oliver," I snap at the blonde, "quit it."

"What?!" Oliver takes the other beer from me, "I'm only asking. I can't call him boy toy #1-O-2, now can I?"

Dream's eye twitches and he grabs the bottle in Oliver's hand, the one he took from me that was in his grips in the first place.

"You don't need to call him anything," I take Dream by the arm, "we're going to take a breather."

Oliver chuckles and waves as I lead Dream away from the crowd. Oliver turns to Bruce and knocks his bottle against his, "say, are you attending that expo in Metropolis?"

Bruce purses his lips, "I'd really rather not."

"Not a fan of the supe?" he grins, "I'm sure he'd give Gotham's favorite child a selfie if you bat your lashes real nice."

"Good night, Queen."

Dream and I wind up at the balcony. I regret it slightly because of the smell of cigarettes, but it's bearable once I cover the ash tray.

"Okay," I turn to Dream, grabbing the bottle from him, placing it down on the table with mine, "you don't like Ollie."

His face is stiff but he nods instantly.

I huff, "I get it. He's unbearable, but he's one of my best friends--"

"I do not enjoy how familiar he is with you, nor the fact you kissed him on the cheek."

I purse my lips, "okay. I'm sorry. I hear you, but I did that to annoy him, not for anything else."

"Yes, it was avidly annoying," he pulls his lips up sourly.

"I didn't mean to upset you," I grab his hand, "but that's just how it's been between us since highschool. It's hard to change a dynamic that's been there since I was a teenager."

He frowns. Take it from him, he knows how difficult change can be.

"Well," he pipes up, "perhaps... you could just... stay by my side... forever."

I raise my brows at his words. I realize he was being dead serious. I cannot help but snort and step forward, placing my arms around his shoulders, "that's a really tall order, King of Nightmares and Dreams."

Dream releases a breath as his hands trail down my waist. He leans his forehead on mine as his grip tightens, "he touched you here."

I knit my brows as I brush my nose up against his, closing my eyes, "did he? I don't remember."

"Very good," he mutters hotly against me, sinking his head down to kiss my neck, "I will immortalize the feel of my touches on your skin in the very core of your being."

"Fuck," I mutter, leaning against him before pulling away, "slow down, kitten," I grunt as I slide my hands down his arms, "I've still got some big time monopoly players to persuade into collaborating for Wayne's Scholarship Programmes."

Dream peers down at me with a pout, pulling me close again, "I will not leave your side."

I chuckle, "I didn't say you would," I pull his hands off me then take one in my own, "I just told you to slow down," I press on the collar of his trench coat, "...save it for later."

He takes my hand, the one by his collar, and kisses it, "I am the very patron of patience."

I snort, "I'll hold you to that."

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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This can’t be love.

Please tell me this isn’t forever.

Ok so after the face reveal I’m gonna be spamming Dream fluff so have some pre-game angst!!!

I absolutely do NOT see Dream how I wrote him in that fic!!!

This is based on C!Dream not CC!Dream

Y’all I’m genuinely so sorry

Tw: yelling, crying, fighting, past domestic violence , blood mention, gagging mention

Dream x Reader

Not again. That was your first thought, you couldn’t do it again. You’re brother, Sap , had to pry you out of your ex’s arms 3 years ago. Then, you fell for his best friend, and now, now you where scared that Sap would have to chose between you and Clay, you knew he wouldn’t be as quick to beat Clay’s ass as he was with the men you’ve dated before. (He would’ve, but that was unbeknownst to you)

“Please don’t do this Clay” It was pathetic. It really was. You where on your knees, sobbing with spit running down your face onto the floor while you begged him not to recreate the torture you’ve endured in the past. He didn’t listen, he kept screaming.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU [Y/N]? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ACTING LIKE SUCH A BITCH?”

His words pierced you like a knife. Slicing you open and leaving you on the cold linoleum tile of his guest bathroom. It was sad. It really was. He was your first love after a nightmare relationship, your brother’s best friend, a role model, but right now, he looked like a monster.

This can’t be what love feels like. Love can’t be sobbing and clutching onto the toilet. Gagging up nothing. You had to make this stop.

When he turned to grip the marble countertop, still screaming. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and texted your brother, who was talking to Punz on the balcony, have I mentioned that the reason he was yelling at you was that you changed your shirt with the door open while Punz was over? Well now I have, anyway. You clicked on your brother’s contact and sent him a message.

‘help’

That was the message, then you turned off the phone. It only took about 20 seconds, you had counted, it was exactly 23, for your brother to be banging in the door and screaming, screaming louder then Clay.

“OPEN THE MOTHER FUCKING DOOR CLAY. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.”

You heard his voice crack a bit.

“IM HERE [Y/N] IM HERE. YOU’RE GONNA BE OK”

There was another voice to, it was Punz.

“CLAY IF YOU DON’T OPEN THE DAMN DOOR I’LL BREAK IT.”

And you knew he was strong enough to. Clay had gone completely silent. He leaned over and unlocked the door. Immediately Sap and Punz where in the room. Punz nailed Clay’s face to the countertop with his elbow and started screaming at him, calling him a “vile, arrogant, fucking monster” for the things he said to you. Before your boyfriend’s head hit the marble Sap was at your side and was stroking your hair as you cried. “I know honey, you’re safe now, I’ve got you.” You’d forgotten just how important Sap was to you until that moment. He kissed your forehead and stood up to start going off on Clay, and Punz helped you out of the bedroom. As soon as you where out Dream started yelling back at your brother. It was almost an hour before Sap walked out of the bathroom. He walked out with the starts of a black eye and Dream had a bloody hand. When he spoke to Dream his voice was laced with venom. “I have bandages under the sink in my bathroom, wrap up your hand then I don’t want to see you again for the rest of the night.” Clay walked off and Sap sat next to you.

This was gonna be a long night,

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WOOOOOOO!!!!! IM SO SORRY BABES

THIS ONE WAS CRAFTED WITH PAIN IN MIND

#dsmp #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dreamwastaken #dream x you #dream x y/n #dream x reader #sapnap #brother sapnap #punz #trigger warning

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Eddie Munson x GN!Reader • ST Season 4 Vol 2 Spoilers • Hurt & Comfort • Happy Ending

"It's Okay."

"Hey....YN..."

You faintly heard him as he looked over at you, blood on the corner of his mouth as you were reaching for him. Lying on the ground in some cold, dark place. It was your hometown but everything was off. It was wrong. A dark blue washed over the world while red lightning flashed overhead. Horrible, horrible creatures flew around you as you reached for him. Screaming, crying, calling out his name as your fingers could almost touch his.

"YN...It's okay..." You heard him mumble low over the swarm of hellish batlike creatures. You went to touch his hands and you couldn't feel it...You couldn't feel the love of your life in his final moments. You couldn't comfort him as he gargled on his last breaths of air.

"YN...Wake up...YN!"

You heard him yell sharply while being shook. You jerked up, flailing in a fit. The sheets wrapping around you as you threw yourself backwards against the wall/headboard.

"Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Hey It's me, Honey. You're okay." Eddie held up his hands, his voice straining to stay monotoned. His hair messier than it even was day to day, a loose fitting Megadeath band t shirt on and a pair of red shorts on for sleep clothes. His big brown eyes stared at you, mouth parted as his brows rose up in concern.

It took you a second to realize you were in your bed together. That you were dreaming and the nightmare you had of him wasn't real...It was all in your head.

"Hey, you're alright." He muttured before a slight smirk tried to pull at his full lips. "Must've uh...Must've been some nightmare. You were yelling in your sleep...Was it the giant spider chasing you downtown again?" He tried joking but lost his smirk completely as you whimpered in response.

You retreated into yourself. Gripping your arms as your lower lip wobbled. "Eddie, it was awful...I...I can't-" You tried to keep in the sobs. All of it was entirely too real to just toss aside as 'just a bad dream'.

He didn't hesitate to crawl over towards you and gently pull you towards him. You flung yourself onto him, sobbing hard into his shirt. Your fingers combed into his hair as the other gripped his shirt till your knuckles ached.

"YN..." He whined, holding you close to him as he buried his face into your shoulder. "You're okay, no one's gonna hurt you on my watch. It was just a dream."

You furiously shook your head as you tried explaining in-between sobs. "It's not me!...It was...You! Bats were everywhere and blood and the sky was red with lightning and-"

"Huh. Sounds pretty metal, actually."

"Well, it wasn't!....You were dying. You were on the ground bleeding out!... You were dying and I couldn't help you...I...I...was so scared I lost you for real, Ed's."

You felt him ease back to look at you, cupping your face in his hands with a confused look. "Me?"

You sniffed hard and nodded. His thumb instinctively brushed against your cheek to catch a stray tear as you talked. "Yes! Eddie, it was horrible. You died...God, you freaking died-" You cut yourself off with a sob as he eyed you curiously, a tender look in his eyes that softened with each second.

"You're actually crying over...Me? Seriously, Me? You're that upset over me dying in a nightmare?"

You glared at him, your voice raising. "Yes!"

He stared at you long and hard as you stared back. Your hands gripped his wrist as he cupped your face.

"I'm serious. I never, EVER want to experience that ever again...If I lost you, Eddie..."

Your sobs quieting to sniffles and whimpers. He tilted his head as a slow, thoughtful smile graced his face. It grew till it became a full grin he looked down to hide it. A light disbelieving huff escaped him as he gazed back up at you. His brown eyes twinkled in the dim lighting of the otherwise dark room, a tender smile replacing his grin.

"YN. Only you would be getting so sentimental over the freak-"

"Stop. I told you, I don't like you calling yourself that." You scolded, giving him a pout as he smiled at you.

"My apologies." He leaned forward to look deeply in your eyes. "You...Are an absolute Sweetheart. You know that?" He cooed before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, wrapping you up in his arms for a tight hug. "It's okay. I'm in one piece, YN. You think bats could kill Eddie Munson?" He chuckled, peppering your head with kisses.

"They were demon looking bats."

"Well, at least I went out in style."

"Not funny." You mumbled against him as you felt his chest rumble with chuckle as he nuzzled your hair roughly with his nose before pulling you sideways to lay back down in bed with him.

He held you close, nose to nose as he gazed into your eyes. "It was all a bad dream. I'm not going anywhere...You're stuck with me." He gave with a teasing whisper.

You leaned forward and kissed his lips before nestling into him more. Your tears finally drying as you felt his arms securely around you and his warmth enveloping you.

"Good. I love you too much not to be." You gave as he pulled the covers over you both again.

He sighed blissfully, hands pulling you so close. "I love you too."

#that was the ending. Duffer brothers wrote an AU that was actually a dream. Eddie is right here wdym?#stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things one shot

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