#another spoiler alert:

[arecaceae175]

Last one for now: eye of the storm

"We're not going to make it to land. We'll have to sail through," Wind said. His voice was clipped, and he was holding himself at his full height.

"Can we go to the eye of the storm?" Hyrule asked. Wind shook his head as he hurried around the boat, tossing ropes to each of the other heroes.

"No, that's the worst place to be. We've got to find the clean side of the storm," Wind said. He hopped onto a barrel and banged his sword on the metal.

"Listen up! We need to secure the deck. Hyrule, Legend, Twilight, get everything you can into the hold. I'll go behind and tie down the rest. Time, Sky, Wild, help me drop the sail. Wars and Four, check all the rigging and tell me if you find anything loose," Wind instructed.

"Aye aye, captain!"

#ace writes #three sentence prompt #linked universe #lu wind #lu hyrule #wind gets to be in charge <3 #spoiler alert: wind is the best sailor in all of existence and they make it safely through the storm #tw: #storm while on a boat #storm #not graphic #they're just preparing for it #another spoiler alert: #Legend is not having a good time #he's definitely going to have a panic attack once the storm hits #but he'll be safely below deck at that point

[pumpkster]

#art tag #underswap #chara #asgore #papyrus #sans #im in another device so i hope im seeing the colours okay #ts!underswap #muffet #spoiler alert but HOW DOES FLOWEY EXIST AT THE SAME TIME AS ASRIEL #<- i spoiled myself i havent played it fully yet #great game ive been screaming about it on my priv #also i went to frisks wikia and it said they didnt narrate what chara does like in ut.... year ruined #maybe it isnt updated #im still freaking out over the 'i didnt say that' #AGHGHHG #undertale

[marvel-lous-guy]

Pepper: remember that meeting starts in 3 hours tony, so you better be back

Tony: No.

Pepper: Tony. You will be present at this meeting.

Tony: I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid this meeting.

#spoiler alert #he did slash his tires #then Friday sent another car his way #he also slashed those tires #pepper potts #tony stark #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #mcu #pepperony #ironman

[nuclearanomaly]

Bookshop AU - The All Saint's Party Incident: Outfits

#ffxiv #Bookshop AU #Ninira Nira #Estinien Varlineau #Aymeric de Borel #Haurchefant Fortemps #Ysayle Dangoulain #Lucia Junius #Hilda Ware #Hi I am rotating a Bookshop AU scenario in my head #Yes it's Halloween themed #Yes it's july #I did start trying to write but then my brain did that fun thing and said no stop you must draw their outfits #You will ignore my lazy quick poses #You will look at how fun their outfits are #Lucia you are my entire life with your halloween button up top #also you will pretend I describe any of this when I go back to writing bc spoiler alert: I won't #why is Nini the only one is a costume? don't worry about it #as you can see she isn't the only one there's another GREAT costume making an appearance ;) #art: mine

[tonyloom]

Spoilers TWOW

“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,” she sang sadly. A foolish, giddy girl she’d been, but good hearted. She would miss her, and she would miss Daena and the Snapper and the rest, even Izembaro and Bobono. This would make trouble for the Sealord and the envoy with the chicken on his chest, she did not doubt. She would think about that later, though. Just now, there was no time. I had best run. Mercy still had some lines to say, her first lines and her last, and Izembaro would have her pretty little empty head if she were late for her own rape.

A study of Charles-Alexandre Coessin De La Fosse (French, 1829-1910)

#arya stark #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #reference #winds of winter #mercy #mercy asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #game of thrones #book!arya #spoiler alert #twow #ill probably go back into another hiatus because of school

[ghostwnby]

#seb trying to convince lewis to adopt another rookie (spoiler alert: he doesn't need any convincing) #also why does seb look so tall in this pic 😭😭 #lewis looks itty bitty #formula 1 #ferrari #mercedes #red bull f1 #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #sewis

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #71

Ominis: I have something big to tell you.

Sebastian: You know you can say anything to me, Ominis. We've known each other forever and there's absolutely nothing that could dent our impenetrable bond.

Ominis: I have a secret girlfriend.

Sebastian: You're dead to me.

#spoiler alert: ominis's secret girlfriend is poppy lol #another quote from psych! #just saw this episode yesterday and wanted to fit it with our favorite slytherins #I can see this conversation happening in their sixth year #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes

[stellabyystarlight]

happy azami day!! 💄🫶

#a3! #act addict actors #a3! game #a3! fanart #autumn troupe #akigumi #azami izumida #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZAMI !!!! #another traditional a3 drawing hehe #azami is one of my favs i love him SO MUCH #I wasn't planning on making bday fanart but i had some free time and decided to take advantage of it hehe #ill post in around a week again 🫡 spoiler alert its gonna be azami again 😭 #cequi_art

[carryonlikewedidbefore]

EdTV Premier - Universal Ampitheatre

16th March 1999

High-Quality Version | The Down Under Slide Collection

#jensen ackles #The Down Under Slide Collection #jarchaeology #spoiler alert: there's another (better) cowboy one tomorrow #save a horse #1999 Slides

[sdwolfpup]

For the Festive Fic prompts, I'd love to see what you do with 14 or 17!

14. family invites a rival/enemy/the boss to a Christmas party/vacation

"What is she doing here?" Jaime hisses to Tyrion as they stand in the receiving line at their father's annual Christmas party. It's always an overblown affair: everyone dressed up like they're about to meet the Queen, the abuse of gold-plated decorations, the persistent jazzy Christmas music soundtrack, and dear god the garlands. It's like a forest exploded all through the house.

Normally, Jaime finds the whole thing tedious and boring and he and Tyrion skip out halfway through to go get drunk on Tywin's most expensive liquor that gets trickier to find every year. The old man hasn't outwitted them on hiding places yet, but it was a near thing last year.

Jaime expects this year to be different, though, because there, large as life, is Brienne Tarth hovering at the end of the receiving line, her hulking shoulders hunched, the austere black of whatever dress she's wearing doing her no favors. She looks like she's at a funeral, not a Christmas party.

Which would suit the dour, frustratingly stubborn woman that is his primary rival in the world of high-end real estate.

"I can't see who you mean but based on the venom in your tone, I suspect you mean Ms. Tarth," Tyrion drawls. "She's here because Father invited her."

"What?" Jaime turns on his brother, completely ignoring the councilmember just holding his hand out to be shaken. "Why?"

Tyrion takes the councilman's empty hand and pumps it aggressively, wishing him a Merry Christmas before turning back to Jaime. "Because he wants to hire her," he says like Jaime's being especially obtuse.

Jaime stares at the woman creeping closer in the line. "But she works for the Starks. She hates us."

"She hates you," Tyrion says cheerfully, taking over for Jaime as he ignores two more people in line to glare at Brienne. "The rest of us she's neutral about."

Jaime scoffs. "That's only because she hasn't met you yet."

Tyrion kisses the hand of a woman and Jaime watches her laugh prettily. His brother lifts his brow smugly. "I'm very charming, Jaime. I'll bet you a case of that scotch we had last year that I can get her to be my friend before you."

The music dips for a moment and Jaime hears Brienne saying, "Merry Christmas" to one of the many Lannister Realty employees down the line from him. Her voice is soft and almost sweet--nothing like she sounds whenever he has the misfortune of talking with her.

"I'm not taking that bet. She'd befriend you just to spite me," he grouses. He shakes a few more hands without really seeing any of the people in front of him, too busy keeping an eye on Brienne's progress as she makes her way.

He can tell the moment she notices him in line, because all of the ease and shyness drains out of her and she straightens, lifting her head like a bear that's just spotted a threat.

Good, he thinks, meeting her gaze with a cool smile. Best she know what's waiting for her if she's considering this.

Jaime's flooded with anxious energy waiting for the line to hurry and deposit her before him and then it finally does. Up close, the black dress turns out to be shorter than he'd thought, and her very long legs stick out of it thick trunks. Her arms and shoulders--her best features, in his opinion--are covered, but an alarmingly broad swatch of her pale, freckled chest is bare except for a jeweled, golden sword hanging from a delicate necklace chain. It looks incongruous, the fragility of the links against the ropey tendons of her neck, like a trail of kisses against her skin.

Jaime blinks and jerks back. "Tarth," he greets her, folding his hands behind his back. "Did you get lost on the way to the Stark holiday party? Or are you hoping to actually enjoy expensive food at a work function for once?"

She grimaces, a familiar look on her wide face. "Lannister." She shoves her hand out at him as though a parent is standing behind her and forcing her to do so. He looks down at it, the wide span of her palm, the mountainous knuckles, and marvels again this woman is as successful a realtor as he is when he looks like he does and she looks like this.

Her hand hangs between them for a long moment before he finally takes it, feels the sting as she squeezes more than is polite. He hides a grunt and squeezes back, enjoys the way her eyes narrow and she puts even more strength into it, a vise slowly crushing the bones of his hand. He returns it, the two of them locked in an escalating battle of pain until Tyrion clears his throat.

"If you two are done trying to rip each others hands off, you're holding up the line." He sounds richly amused and Jaime realizes that the line has bunched up behind Brienne and there's a large space between her and the people ahead of her now.

She yanks her hand away and Jaime is oddly delighted by the stripes of red that flood over her cheeks like fingerpaint. He's less delighted by the way his hand is throbbing. He sees her flex her hand at her side and hopes he gave as good as he got, because he's convinced he'll have bruises in the morning.

"Enjoy the party, Tarth," Jaime tells her as she hurriedly shakes Tyrion's hand and mumbles Christmas wishes. "I don't expect you'll be invited back next year."

Her eyes skate back to him, blue and cold as the ice in the middle of a glacier. "That's because I'll be in the receiving line ahead of you."

Tyrion hoots with laughter because the best realtor gets the dubious honor of being here at the end of the line nearest Tywin and the leadership team.

Brienne's already hurried too far to make a comeback worth it, or even audible, and Jaime swears he won't have a single drink tonight until he's driven Brienne Tarth from the grounds, or at least from his father's perspective employment.

(Festive prompts here)

#jaime x brienne #my fic #festive prompts #asks answered #pearly--rose #this could have gone another 10k easily lol #have to stop somewhere #(spoiler alert: they end up fighting for best realtor and then fall in love and they stand there together next year bc they're engaged) #(the end)

[veinsfullofstars]

❄️ Memories of winter ❄️

(ID: Kirby series fanart, Childhood Friends AU, featuring young Dedede, Meta, Para Dee, and Bow Dee engaging in various winter-themed activities and scenarios. DDD wears a burgundy full-body coat with fuzzy white puffball buttons and cuffs, a red-and-orange-striped scarf, and a red knitted cap with another white puffball on the end. Meta wears a purple-and-lilac-striped scarf patterned in simple dark bat shapes and a pair of knitted purple wing cozies. Para wears a green-and-brown plaid scarf and a pair of pale-green earmuffs with a white band alongside his glasses. Bow wears only a pair of white earmuffs with a light-blue band alongside her trademark bow. More detailed descriptions below the cut. END ID.)

Part 1 (you're here!) | Part 2

Finally managed to bang this out despite the weeks-long pain of driveway shoveling. A pox on this season, I say. At least the kiddos are having fun - look at them. Precious beans.

Sketches started btw 11/23 and 01/24, render started 01/08/24, finished 01/21/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/29/24.

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Image descriptions (from top to bottom):

-The kids all packed together on a wooded sled going fast downhill toward the viewer’s left. Meta up front leaning into the wind with a look of excited wonder on his face, Para sitting beside him with his hands covering his face in fright, DDD behind them holding onto the sled and squinting hard against the wind, Bow behind him holding onto his shoulder and waving her free hand in the air in joyful exhilaration.

-DDD and Meta iceskating towards the viewer’s right (each wearing a pair of brown skates with gold clasps and silver blades). DDD has fallen flat on his face (in his signature head-slide pose), and Meta glances over at him as he skates past, a look of concern on his face, his scarf trailing out behind him.

-Bow on a snowboard (the deck patterned in long swooping lines almost like waves in various shades of teal), soaring up through the air towards the viewer’s left, her feet planted firmly, one hand gripping the board, the other tossed back behind her, her expression determined.

-A snowball fight between Meta and Bow on one team (background) and Para and DDD on the other (foreground), each hiding behind a wall of packed snow. DDD startles, arms held out and eyes comically wide, as a snowball - tossed by Bow - hits him right in the back of the head. Para (sitting beside him) glances up from where he is making more snowballs. Behind them, Meta climbs on top of his team’s fort, a snowball the size of his own body held over his head, his eyes a pair of ultra-instinct diamonds as he prepares to throw.

-Para trying out a set of skis (the decks lime-green, the shoes brown with gold clasps, the poles dark-green with lime-green handles). He looks very unsteady on his feet, holding the poles out wide as he trembles, frowning down through his lime-green ski mask. He says in a speech bubble, “P-Pizza… French fry…”

-Meta standing neutrally, wearing his scarf and wing cozies along with DDD’s knitted cap, his breath visible beside him in a small puff.

-The kids all lying on the snow making snow angels (top-down view, DDD on bottom, Meta on left, Bow on top, Para on right). DDD laughs with his eyes closed as he drags his arms and feet through the snow in wide arcs. Meta grins happily behind his scarf as he does the same. Bow excitedly flails her little arms and feet through the snow as fast as she can, spraying snow everywhere. Para - caught in her wake - curls slightly away from Bow and blocks the snow with his hand, one eye closed, smiling despite himself.

-DDD sitting with his arms held out as his friends all cuddle close to him for warmth - Para draped over his right side (viewer’s left), Bow peeking out from behind his left shoulder, Meta lying against his left side (viewer’s right) - all looking quite content save for DDD himself, who looks only slightly annoyed. Squiggly lines radiate out from him to indicate body heat, while an arrow points at him with the text “Living Space Heater”.

-DDD, Meta, and Para all enjoying mugs of hot cocoa, each piled high with swirls of cream, wisps of steam curling off of them. DDD holds one mug for himself (pale-yellow with a light-blue snowflake design) and hands out another for Meta (light-blue with a pale-yellow snowflake design). Meta reaches for it excitedly, eyes wide and sparkling, his little hands waving and his wings flared out behind him, straining in their cozies. Beside him, Para sits with his own mug (light-green with a pale-red snowflake design), holding it in both hands and smiling contentedly.

-The kids making snowpeople. On the left, DDD stands before a snowman vaguely modeled after himself (with rocks for the eyes, mouth, and buttons, three twigs on top for his plumage, and a fish-patterned scarf - presumably Bow’s - around its neck), grinning cockily and mimicking its pose with one hand on his hip, the other held up in a flex. Para stands beside him with an armful of extra sticks, looking very unimpressed with an ellipsis over his head. On the right, Meta leans on one foot with his back to the viewer, working on a snowman that looks somewhat like Galacta Knight (with twigs shoved in to represent his horns and the cross visor of his mask, and mounds of snow in back to represent wings). In the foreground, Bow sits stubbornly half-buried in a pile of snow, shivering, a drop of snot hanging from her face.

#veins art #veins ocs #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #original character #oc #kirby oc #para dee #bow dee #AU #childhood friends au #winter #page composition my behated -_- #good news - I kept DDD squint after all #any opportunity to use the Dededeathpose - I will take it #Meta didn't start the snowball fight but he Will finish it #*Chowder voice* body heeeeeat #fun fact - one of Bow's moms made Meta those wing cozies; they're a little restricting (not flying in 'em) but they do keep him extra warm #contrast that with Bow who will do everything in her power to NOT wear her winter gear EVER (much to her parents' frustration) #DDD (ever the enabler) dared Bow to see how long she could stay buried in snow #(mostly to keep her from preemptively destroying their snowmen) #spoiler alert - she got sick and they all got in trouble for it; she still brags about winning the dare tho #another fun fact - I based Meta's scarf design off of the inner tube he uses in KRtDLDx :D #veinsfullofstars

[arvensimp]

I went and reread everything that I have written down for chapter 4 of YFSK, and I love it.

That said I still need to play through the epilogue to make sure I'm still getting characterization right.

I also...need to figure out...how I can involve Kieran...

#spoiler alert kieran hired PR lady to sabotage your relationship w arven #lmao nah i wouldnt do that #i do have another thought for Mr McWowzers tho.......👀👀👀

[pixlerelish]

Surprise, motherfucker!

#heart eyes motherfucker #Why are you as a man looking at another man like that? #What are you gonna do next? HOLD HANDS??? #spoiler alert: #they hold hands #Tiger 3 #Tiger #Pathaan #Shah Rukh Khan #Salman Khan #we can have a little bromance #as a treat #? #Pix's pics #since the babes were just talking about this one: here you go

[reineydraws]

Saw your most recent post and akjcsbakcb I LOVE HIM 😭😭

Also! I was wondering if you have any Jason hurt/comfort fic recs?

nonny, i have so many recs!!! possibly too many lol 🥲 it took a hot second but i narrowed it down to 12! first tho im just gonna recommend everything by @envysparkler (ao3) and @lurkinglurkerwholurks (ao3); ive cried liberally going through their whole works and it's all 👏 so 👏 good 👏👏👏

anyways, onto the rec list! ☀️ these are all batfamily hurt/comfort gen fics centred around jay & his family (usually bruce).

* btw these are in no particular order, and the word count is rounded to the nearest thousand! (ie. 3764 words will be listed as 4k)

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 21k

5 times jay saves his siblings + 1 time they save him. it's got some humour in it but it's also soft and involves the trope of all of them coming to his rescue when he thinks no one will :')

Breathing by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jay is extremely hurt in this one but he's also the one doing most of the comforting via dark humour while his family freaks out lol. spoiler alert: includes the trope of injury hiding (specifically the one where a character literally holds their guts together lol) so as to not worry anyone further

hellhole by envysparkler | 4k

jason gets caught in an explosion and doesnt know if anyone can hear him call for help bc no one is replying, so he crawls out of the wreckage himself. there is so much angst and it's so good. spoiler alert: ofc they hear him, he just cant hear them. and ofc he narrates everything out loud ;P

grave secrets by envysparkler | 5k

tw suicide attempt. jason decides to return himself to his grave after the joker incident, and starts digging. he is v obviously not in a good headspace; tim shows up to try to stop him, even tho he's still injured from jason attacking him at titans tower. a line that continues to haunt me: “Here Lies Jason Todd,” he recites, and shrugs, “I’m just following directions.”

A Psalm of Grief and Anguish by LeilaSecretSmith (orphan_account) | series: 9k total (4 works)

tw suicide attempt. after jason successfully kills the joker, he realizes there's nothing left for him now that he's achieved what he wants. bruce finds him on a rooftop. (dick, tim and damian are poised for a catch.)

Recollect, re-collect by Ptelea | 94k

jason gets hit with a spell that makes everyone forget about him. the counterspell involves everyone talking about why no one wants to forget him. also heavily about the robin mantle and legacy, so it becomes a very jason & dick family feels fic. my favourite thing about it is that there's this mantra dick teaches his successors: "Robins balance different than Bats."

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden | 48k

jason and bruce go on a road trip cuz they never did that before jay died. there's also a memory jason revisits often throughout the fic of b teaching him constellations and jay feeling safe and the wistfulness and longing surrounding it hurt so much but it's so good. 🥲 this fic makes me ache remembering it.

A GRAVE FILLED WITH BOOKS. by orpheusaki | 5k

sometimes it feels like everyone's grown up and jason's stuck at the age he got murdered. sometimes he doesnt recognize bruce as his dad anymore, with how much jay's death changed him. bruce lost his son, and jason lost his dad, but they still have each other the way they are now. they're still father & son.

World’s Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam | 7k

jason's just escaped captivity and needs to eat, so he decides to go to the manor at ass o'clock and cook the lobster that is supposed to be for bruce's bday dinner for himself. his siblings come into the kitchen one by one while he cooks and he cooks for them too. funny, warm, and very food as a metaphor for love.

Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory | 25k

this is a bit more plotty than the rest of them lol. the red hood kills the joker than disappears from gotham. later, batman meets an injured red hood in paris and have to work together for a case. he doesnt know it's jason (yet). this is the fic that made me really understand what bruce means when he says "if i start killing then i cant stop."

life, if well lived by CaptainOzone | 11k

jason accidentally time travels and meets thomas and martha wayne on what turns out to be The Day. jay'a full of complicated feelings about bruce, but at the end of the day, jay's still his son (and those are his grand-parents).

Both Ends of the Candle by Lunette3002 | 5k

jason's been overworking himself and his brothers stop by his apartment to tell him to slow down. ends in couch cuddles. 🥰

there ya go, anon! hope u enjoy :)))

#rei replies #fic recs #jason todd #batfamily #i made the spoiler alerts purple just for steph :'))) and bc it's more effective in another colour lol #jay's my second most bookmarked character on ao3 lol. literally hundreds of fics bookmarked. almost a whole thousand. #second only to bruce bc i spent a good portion of 2020 marathoning superbat fics haha

[just-french-me-up]

If you haven’t already gotten “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” for a dream x reader prompt, that is a. criminal because b. the possibility of jealous dream? incredible

Rating : M / E  Light Smut & Angst

Author’s note : We’re going by Nada rules AKA “The Endless can’t be fully intimate with a mortal otherwise tragedy will befall said mortal” because it makes the tension *chef’s kiss*

Also, for all intents and purposes, feel free to picture Sam Smith’s Unholy playing in the background during that one part (you’ll know the one, trust me)

Also also : Nameless 3rd person Reader, no (Y/N)

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There were many things Dream of the Endless did not care for in this twenty first century Waking world. Single use plastics. Turnstiles. Increasingly complex and flat communication devices. The energy humanity put into destroying its own world to benefit but a select few. And nightclubs.

The appeal of nightclubs befuddled him. Cramped spaces filled with loud booming music, blinding stroboscopic lights, bodies flushed against each other, the sweat and sultriness of it all. A place fit for Desire, not the Lord of the Dreaming.

Yet, there he was, his back to a dark wall, his presence barely noticed by those surrounding him, his gaze fixed on the dancefloor. Yes, nightclubs were a ridiculous and tasteless invention, but he could bear it. As long as got to see her dance.

She had begged him to join her before, many times, to no avail. He much prefered to be a spectator. And what a spectacle it was.

Under the lights, her dress shone like a thousand stars, shimmering, burning in the darkness. Her skin was painted with flashes of ever-changing colours, hues shifting over her in a bewitching dance of their own. She was nothing short of mesmerising.

Which, to his utmost displeasure, he was hardly the only one to notice.

Seduction seemed to have been reduced to its bare minimum in the last century. Gone were the days of courting; now men simply hovered around women in confined places, vaguely swaying left and right to catch their attention. Dream would have found it laughable, had a man not closed in on his lover.

She was quick to notice, taking a subtle, yet notable sidestep to thwart his advances, turning her back to him. Oblivious to her refusal, the man came closer still. Dream clenched his jaw, his eyes intently following the man's hands. His crude fingers ghosted over her spine, travelling down the small of her back. Dream tensed. The man lowered his hand, seeking flesh.

The loud music covered a sharp pained shriek.

“Man, what the f-”

“I think that is quite enough,” Dream said, his voice low and threatening as his grip on the man’s wrist tightened even more. He yanked him back, letting go of him once he stood at a reasonable enough distance. The man stared at him with a mix of confusion and anger, his other hand massaging his sore wrist. For a second, he seemed to steel himself for a fight, before retreating to another corner of the dancefloor.

“I could have dealt with him.”

“You certainly would have,” Dream agreed, his eyes glowering at the man until he was out of sight. 

A warm hand settled on his chest, soothing the tension in his body somewhat.

“Finally decided to join me, then?” she gently teased, in an attempt to distract him further. Dream blinked slowly at her. Specks of glitter glistened on her cheekbones. Gods, she looked exquisite.

“I’m afraid I have yet to be convinced. Although, perhaps, it would keep these vultures away.”

His hand itched to settle on the small of her back, where the stranger’s hand had been. To keep her close, he told himself, although he knew it was nothing but a half-truth.

“I told you,” she soothed. “I can deal with one man and his delusions.”

Dream let out a humourless huff.

“There is far more than one man having unconscious wanton thoughts about you.”

His lover frowned, taken aback.

“Morpheus... Is this-. Are you-? Are you jealous?”

He did not answer. What was there to say? How could he word the torment it caused him, to know other men desired her? Men who could have her. Men who would not doom her to ruin if their let their desires get the best of them?

Her hand traveled down his chest to link her fingers with his. She gave his hand a soft squeeze. If physical touch in public was not his way, he welcomed it, for once. For the comfort of it. For the warmth.

“They’re nothing.”

She flashed an encouraging smile, tugging slightly at his arm.

“Let’s go, shall we?”

“You were enjoying yourself!” Dream protested.

“Perhaps, but I’ve decided I would also enjoy myself at home.”

“My love-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned in another boom, as she walked off the dancefloor, pulling him forward. He let her lead, thankful to be freed from the stifling atmosphere soon. As she walked on, he caught himself gazing at her, wondering what she would have done, had it been him touching her on that dancefloor. There was nothing unconscious about his wanton thoughts.

They made their way to an empty corridor leading to the exit, its walls painted red by the dim lights hanging overhead. The sequins of her dress shone like a beacon in the low light. Otherwordly. It was not anger raging in Dream’s chest anymore. It was something deeper. Wilder.

He tugged on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Pulling her against him, he lead her to a wall, resting her back against it.

“It is not jealously I feel, love of mine,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. “Jealousy is a trifle thing, a childish thing.”

His hands slowly slid up her thighs, delighting in the heat of her skin. Their eyes met in the darkness.

“It is envy I suffer from. I envy the hands of every man who has ever touched you.”

His own hands ignored the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up until he uncovered the top of her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. He could feel her shivering at the touch, her chest rising against his. The heady scent of her perfume made his head spin.

“I envy every man who has ever given you pleasure.”

“Morpheus...”

His fingertips met the fabric of her underwear. His breathing hitched as he felt her legs shift slightly, inviting him closer. How easy it could be. How natural it would be to fall into this embrace and take her, love her, pleasure her right there. To listen to her moan his name and to answer with hers. How good, utterly perfect it would be, for an eternal second, until the Universe rained down its fury upon them. 

Dream swallowed hard and lowered his gaze. Reluctantly, his hands slid back down her legs, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. He could feel the tension melt away from her body.

“Forgive me,” he whispered witsfully, pressing his forehead against hers.

She raised a hand to his cheek, holding him close.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she breathed out

“I have been reckless.”

She lowered her fingers under his chin, coaxing him into looking at her.

“Take me home, yeah?”

“Of course.”

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#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #dream #dream x reader #dream x oc #dream x y/n #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #I GUESS #spoiler alert she does have a name a a full back story but hey that'll be for another time #i've written an awful amount of fics set in a club for someone who's never set foot inside of one #there's something about the LIGHTS I guess #also if Dream doesn't worship the ground his lover walks on then what's the point #also i kinda like independent!reader who has a regular life and also loves her endless lover to bits #he doesn't particulary understand EVERYTHING she likes doing but hey #he's there for the ride in the name of LOVE i guess #just wait until that dweeb figures out he can fuck in the Dreaming consequence free #smut #smutty things #KINDA #dream's a mess because the tension's getting too much #and you gotta love that in an endless man #my writing #mine

[just-slightly-chaotic]

i need someone to poke me with a stick every 10 minutes and tell me to study

#i've watched 4 youtube videos #changed playlists 7 times #tried to reorganise my room before giving up #changed locations thrice #made 2 tumblr posts that went in my drafts #and made myself 3 hot beverages #(one of which i forgot about before taking one sip and then went to make another one because 'oh i wanted a tea! can't believe i forgot' #searched for 10 minutes for my mug (spoiler alert: it was on my table with already prepared tea) and then just took a different one. #then i came back to the room with it just to come face to face with the other tea) #oh and i also sent 50 messages to my little brother who's in class rn #oops #and guess what i'm doing right now? making yet another tumblr post instead of studying #the adhd seems to be adhding particularly hard today #tea's ramblings