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Sophie never thought her life could get more complicated after the outbreak. First, she lost her brother and sister-in-law which resulted in having to raise her nephew Sam from a young age. Then, she lost her husband. She just wanted to live a normal life…well as normal as it could get in a post outbreak world, living in the Boston QZ. She wanted to raise Sam in peace and quiet.
Then Tess Servopoulos came into her life, and with her came Joel Miller, and her peace and quiet normal life got thrown out the window.
❝ One had to be a particular kind of brave to be a trauma surgeon at Gaffney Chicago Medical Centre, given how hectic and, occasionally, dangerous the hospital could be. Of course, there was a very thin line between brave and stupid, and Wyatt could fully admit that he fell on both sides of that line. No matter how much he loved being a surgeon, loved being able to help and heal people when they needed it most, he had to admit that the stress of knowing that no patient was a guaranteed save and working with an extreme shortage of medical supplies did not always make his job the easiest in the world.
But he always had a bright spot in his life: his friendship with Leslie Shay. Wyatt had met the badass blonde EMT when they were still in middle school, and almost from that first moment, the two of them were thick as thieves, sharing almost everything and coming to regard each other as the siblings they’d never had. Leslie was the first person Wyatt had come out as bisexual to, and he, in turn, was the first person to become aware of Shay’s own sexuality. They’d even gone into the medical field together - although both would always say that their friendship hadn’t influenced their career choices at all, they’d simply been meant to be together in pretty much all aspects but the non-platonic one.
Truly, Leslie Shay is the dearest friend Wyatt could ever have - and when she introduces him to her roommate Kelly Severide, a tough firefighter with the nicest gal-toothed smile Wyatt as ever seen, Wyatt isn’t sure he’s ever been more grateful to her. The only problem? Severide may be attractive as hell, but he’s also closed-off emotionally, infuriatingly reckless, and very likely straight.
Ah, well. Wyatt is more than happy to spend his days saving people’s lives and teasing the hell out of Dr. Halstead rather than uselessly pining over a guy he can never have. Except that now he can’t seem to stop running into the firefighter when he meets up with Shay, and every time it gets harder and harder to shove the attraction to the back of his mind.
He’s pretty sure he’d rather be facing with a whole hospital full of injured people than dealing with this shit. ❞
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Now You’re Just Somebody That I Used to Know - @olicitytropes // olicity clue:
William wakes up on another earth. Lost in another world he’s not sure where he should turn until a newspaper article points him in a new direction. Vigilante captures the Calculator! She slips from police custody only hours later! A photograph of someone who looks an awful like his mother, Felicity, is right below the headline. The dark hair and mask don’t fool him. He knows the vigilante can only be one person. William must find his father and figure out what is going on in this mad world.
“Agent Drew has an uncanny ability to adjust his personality to the likes of others, thus making victims, witnesses, and suspects trust him. This is his biggest advantage on the job along with his belief that all people are important to the world.” — Aaron Hotchner to Erin Strauss in No Way Out II: The Evolution of Frank.
credits & inspo: template, caption, inspo, this part of the desc
originally made for day two of criminal minds oc week, reposted for degree edit and changed description.
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 edge for a solid hour now, and Eli was starting to get worried. From his vantage point a few feet away, watching Spencer stand next to Hotch as he spoke to a local cop, Eli found himself watching the young genius intently, only half-listening to Morgan as the muscular man dirty-talked Garcia on the phone beside him.
He didn’t imagine Spencer could have been nervous about this case. It was a quadruple murder in upstate New York, with all four female victims having had their throats slashed with what looked like a carving knife and their hair, which could be proven to have been long before they’d been killed, roughly hacked off. It wasn’t pleasant by any means, that was for sure, but they’d handled much worse than this without Spencer ever showing signs of emotional distress. What could have been different about this case?
It only took another minute of watching for Eli to realize that it wasn’t the case he needed to worry about. Spencer didn’t even flinch when the cop Hotch was talking to mentioned the blood spatter analysis from the newest crime scene, but that was because he was staring off into space, seemingly not focusing on anything. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, so slightly that nobody who wasn’t looking as closely as Eli was would never have noticed, and his hands were clenched into tight fists, likely trying to stop himself from flapping.
Oh. So that was what this was.
Well, now he knew that Spencer’s distress was something to do with his autism, but what was he supposed to do about it? This wasn’t the first time Spencer had gotten overwhelmed on a case, but the solution to the problem tended to be different every time, and sometimes he didn’t even want or need anybody to help. Was this one of those times? Or was he just trying to tough it out and ignore the discomfort he was clearly feeling?
Seeing how obviously Spencer was trying to hide his stimming from Hotch and the cop, Eli suspected this time was the latter. But he didn’t want to make Spencer uncomfortable by bringing it up, so he resolved to simply keep an eye on the doctor and see if anything got worse.
It wasn’t even twenty minutes before Spencer came up to him.
After thoroughly reviewing the crime scene, the team decided to head back to their hotel and talk everything out in the morning. Eli was heading towards the lobby elevator, rubbing his tired eyes and more than ready to fall into bed, when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder and turned around to see the very man he’d been worrying about for most of the night.
Spencer was clearly doing worse than he had been when Eli first noticed his discomfort, and Eli’s heart almost melted at the sight. The other man was resolutely not making eye contact, his eyes fixed on a point just over Eli’s left shoulder, and he was no longer trying to prevent his hands from moving. They hung by his sides, flicking out every few seconds and visibly twitching whenever they were briefly still.
“Hey, Spence,” Eli greeted quietly, not wanting to speak too loudly in case this was one of those times when Spencer’s hearing was sensitive. “What’s up?”
“I, um..” Spencer started, then broke himself off and lowered his head into his own shoulder, rubbing his ear against it a few times before raising his head again.
Eli winced in sympathy. “Bad Brain Day?”
Spencer nodded.
“What do you need?”
Looking so comically shy that it took a lot out of Eli not to laugh, the young genius nervously held his arms out, clearly asking for a hug.
Without hesitation, Eli stepped forward and firmly wrapped his arms around the other man. Spencer immediately laced his arms around Eli’s shoulders, squeezing hard like Eli was the only thing holding him together. His chin came to rest on the top of Eli’s head, and the shorter man couldn’t hold back a smile; Spencer sometimes seemed so fragile and young that it was easy to forget that he was a full four inches taller than Eli himself.
The two of them stayed like that for several minutes, ignoring the weird looks that the staff at the hotel’s front desk were shooting them, until finally, Spencer loosened his grip, indicating that he was finished with the physical contact. Eli immediately pulled away, taking a step back.
“Thanks,” Spencer mumbled, long fingers moving to fiddle with the ends of his sleeves now that they weren’t clutching Eli’s t-shirt. “I kinda needed that.”
“Anytime,” Eli replied firmly, meaning it. “Get some sleep, okay? Hopefully you feel better in the morning.”
Managing to make a brief second of eye contact with Eli, Spencer gave a shy nod in response and, after a moment of hesitation, headed off to the elevator.
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It wasn’t until Eli was safely in his hotel room and standing under a showerhead with terrible water pressure that he actually started considering what had just happened.
Again, this wasn’t the first time Spencer had had a Bad Brain Day while they were on a case, and it wasn’t the first time he had been the one to offer the other man comfort, but this was the first time that Spencer had actually come to him and asked for it. Why? If it was the pressure of a strong hug he’d needed, he could always have asked Morgan; God knew that they beefy man’s big muscles would have provided more strength behind the hug than Eli could offer, and he wouldn’t have refused a hug if it would help his pretty boy. What had been going on in Spencer’s head to make him to go Eli for comfort, rather than anyone else?
Okay, why am I thinking about this so much? Eli asked himself irritably as he crawled under the crappy white covers of his hotel bed and willed himself to sleep. Spencer was struggling, he needed a pressure stim, I gave it to him, and hopefully he’ll be a little better off tomorrow. That’s it. End of story.
Except it was clearly not the end of the story, because Eli found himself unable to stop analyzing that moment for the rest of the time they were on that case.
And three days later, when they finally caught the unsub and were flying home and Eli felt his stomach flutter watching Spencer laugh at something JJ had said, that he finally realized exactly why he’d been analyzing it so much.
Oh, he thought numbly as this revelation washed over him. I have feelings for Spencer. I guess that explains that.
Warnings: 18+, blowjob, almost get caught, pink handcuffs. Unprotected sex,
M/n: Male name
E/c: Eye color
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
You toss and turn but you can’t fall asleep, you sit up and look around the dark room. You walk out of your room and begin to walk downstairs, you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. “Can’t sleep M/n” you quickly turn around “you scared me Harry” “sorry, M/n”
“But yea, I can’t sleep. Can’t sleep either?” He laughs and walks over to grab a glass of water “no, I have a lot going on right now” “what’s on your mind?” “Well there’s this person that I might be into” “well you should tell them, anyone would be lucky enough to be with a guy like you.”
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sex in forest, blowjob, ass eating, cum eating, Nicholas watching you and Harvey fuck, Nicholas takes your underwear.
M/n: Male reader
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
You are sitting outside eating your lunch when your boyfriend Harvey comes and sits next to you, “how’s your day so far M/n?” “It’s been good, it’s amazing now because we get to spend a little time together” “so, what are you doing after school” “nothing, why?” “Do you want to come to my place and watch a scary movie?”
“I would love too” Rosalind and Theo walk over and take a seat in front of you. You begin to eat the cookies you brought from home, when you feel Harvey’s hand on your thigh. You turn to look at him, you try to move your thigh away from his hand but he grips it, not allowing you to move.
English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading
“...Please, Y/n, please. Just let me, come on, just this once, please?” Archie gasps above him, stroking his cock in quick, ravenous strokes as Y/n watches, already exhausted from his own orgasm.
This isn't the first time Y/n has heard the other guy beg him, it's not the first time Archie has begged him to let him cum on his face, but it's the first time he's wondered why Archie seems so hungry for it in instead of just saying no point-blank. It looks so unhygienic, not to mention disgusting, and Y/n can't figure out what makes Archie so willing to beg for it.
Archie never begs.
"Why do you want it?" Y/n finds himself asking, eyebrows raised lazily as he watches Archie more or less sob in delight above him. His hands are slowly stroking Archie's muscled thighs where they straddle his waist, but his eyes are focused on his boyfriend's face, watching as Archie's mouth drops open on another moan as he fucks his own fist. .
"Guh-fuck-it would look so good in it-covered in it," Archie gasps hoarsely, clenching his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming as he thinks about it. “Fuck, you'd be so pretty, just using my cum. Looking so beautiful, looking like mine. I want to make you mine, can I? please y/n? Can I make you mine? Please pretty pretty Y/n please can I make you mine? I want I want-"
And fuck, if he's not making Y/n stupid with arousal listening to Archie beg like that. Hearing him wanting to claim Y/N like that… he's making his spent cock tingle with the need to harden again, even if it's only been a few minutes since he gushed down Archie's throat.
Why had he been so stupid and he hadn't asked his boyfriend why earlier? Why had he spent weeks telling his boyfriend no when the reason Archie wanted him in the first place was so devastating?
"Yes?" Y/n gives Archie a tired smile. “Do you want to make me yours? Do you want to mark me? Let everyone know that I'm yours?
"Fuck y/n, yes please, fuck yes please!" Archie curses above him, hips stuttering forward through his clenched fist. "Please, I want, can I?"
It's not even a question on his mind anymore, Y/n just wants it to happen yesterday as he listens to Archie spit every pleading word out of his mouth. The thought that just minutes before sounded positively unpleasant now sounds promising.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Y/n agrees, reaching out to cup Archie's butt and urging him forward, closer.
"-In fact?" Archie with his pants off, puzzled. His eyes widen and stare at him, his hips stopped where he had been furiously fucked through his own fist before. You will leave me? Can I- just- really?
"Yeah, come on," Y/n encourages, trying to drag him closer with he hands, "come on my face, come on, do it."
At first, Archie just stared at him for a moment, not believing what he was hearing, but then he just lunged forward, smashing his lips against Y/n's desperately. Y/n doesn't even have time to recover from the shock attack before Archie backs away again, crawling forward and once again stroking each other, only this time much closer to Y/n and with his penis pointing towards the swollen kiss. of T/n. His lips instead of he own muscular stomach.
"Mpfh," Archie groans as his hand flies over his cock, needing to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn't die from how good it feels, how beautiful Y/n is beneath him. "I'm going to paint you so beautifully, I'm going to make you look so pretty, I'm going to..." And then he comes; thick streams of cum shoot all over y/n's beautiful face.
Y/n can feel the first string land on his cheek before he can squeeze his eyes shut, and just in time too, because right after he can feel something hit his closed eyelid, and he winces from how dirty everything is.
When Archie finally drops his shrinking penis from his hand, when he finally opens his eyes again, he can't help but catch his breath for a moment.
Y/n is absolutely awesome.
He has been fucking everywhere; over both of his cheeks, covering his nose, his chin, his forehead – he's cum hanging off his damn lashes, and it's cum all over his beautiful red-bitten lips. Archie can't help but moan as he sees how Y/n licks his bottom lip to pick up the thick liquid, he can't help but catch the boy in a dirty wet kiss as he watches him swallow.
Taking Y/n's jaws in his hands, Archie couldn't help but play with the cum on his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, simply smearing it all over the pink skin before licking it all off.
Y/n flinches when he feels a tongue on his face, and groans when Archie kisses him again, sharing the salty cum on his tongue with an overeager Y/n. Burying his fingers in Archie's hair, Y/n lifts his hips into empty air, coming back from the sheer filth around him.
"Did you just-?" Archie asks, and Y/n nods, exhausted. Archie smiles. "Fucking amazing."
Y/n just rolls his eyes before weakly pushing his boyfriend away, snuggling up close to the big football player.
"Does this mean I can do that again?" Archie asks smugly, his hands running over Y/n's sensitive sides.
"It means you should get me a wipe," Y/n replies, tired. He is more than ready for a nap. "I feel ridiculously dirty." There was sweat, semen, and other fluid caked all over him, but since Y/n doubts he can stay awake for an entire shower, a washcloth will have to suffice.
“You're ridiculously dirty and amazing,” Archie smirks, but dutifully goes in search of said wipe.
Y/n hums as Archie cleans it up, hands catching the bigger boy as he throws the rag over his shoulder, and sighs as he sinks against Archie's body.
"But yeah," Y/n says a few minutes later, when he's almost asleep. "We are definitely exploring this again."
He can feel Archie moving his arm to his side, but he's already asleep before he can reprimand him.
I Know the Owner by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
“Excuse me, what do you mean he’s the fiftieth customer?” the woman demanded angrily.
“I mean he’s the fiftieth customer,” the barista said cheerfully.
“But I arrived after him.”
“You certainly did, but you ordered before him, didn’t you?” The look he shot her at those words could’ve flayed the skin from her bones. “As such, you are customer number forty-nine. He is customer number fifty. Your drink will be ready over on the far counter, ma’am.”
Sterek - Complete - Coffee Shop AU - Words: 15,299 - Rating: General Audience
THOUGHTS: This is a nice easy read. No complicated plot, just two boys falling in love, casual, enjoyable, and funny. Loved the relationship between Stiles and pretty much everyone in this fic. This also has my favorite kind of Jackson too so it was bonus for me to go along with the Sterek!
The elevator started moving almost silently. Only after they went up over three floors did Stiles remember that he had to punch the button for his floor too.
He flailed to do so, not even really caring about the impression he was leaving on the anonymous Suit Dude. Work drained him to the point of not caring about anything.
It was a tall building, so the journey was long, but the silence wasn’t awkward. Or maybe it was; again, Stiles was past the point of caring.
Or at least he had been, until the Suit Dude suddenly spoke.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “I love you.”
Oh. Well. What?!
Stiles whipped his head to look at the guy, but the man wasn’t looking at him.
THOUGHTS: FBI Stiles is one of my favorites! I loved every minute of this one. The way Sterek meets in this story is possibly one of my favorite Sterek meetings of all time. It’s one of those things that a person thinks about days later and still laughs so hard they cry and I loved picturing Derek doing that. He deserves all the laughter. Their “dates” are sweet, the angst hurt like it was supposed to. It was a very good twist on the canon storyline, and this was just an all around well written solid read. 10/10 would recommend!
Arthur’s note: Everyone seemed to enjoy the last sunshine reader and moody Morpheus shot so I made another one but longer! —ish? But anyways, here you guys go! I’ll probably continue making more Dream shots and possibly doing a supernatural AU crossover too 👀
Summary: After Morpheus’ encounter with the God of Happiness he can’t help but grow a soft spot for him. So, what happens when his sisters come looking for him
Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, mentions of goddesses, Greek mythology, Morpheus being nice, mentions of happiness, more fluff, slight pinning.
Word count: 3.7k
Tags: @finnthefuzzymoth
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Lord Morpheus didn’t expect his sister, death, to visit him in his realm. Let alone bring a guest with her. Dream didn’t know much as to why his sister was visiting, she either came when she had nothing else to do or to check up on him.
The two have been rather busy that they never had much time together until now. She had summoned him and let him know that she was coming through with a guest tagging along. Dream would’ve asked first on who the guest was but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with his sisters begging and allowed her and whoever was coming to slip through his realm.
He sat on his throne, book in hand as he read along the lines before hearing the flap of wings above him, causing him to glance up to see Matthew land on a stack of books, ruffling his feathers. “Guests are here, sir.” He lets him know as the raven turns around to see Lucienne enter the throne room with death following behind.
“Sir, your sister has arrived.” Lucienne announces, giving Death a small bow while death smiles softly at her. “Thank you, Lucienne.” She said before approaching her brother who stood from his throne. “What brings you here?”
“What? Can’t I visit my little brother.” She huffs out, walking up the steps to meet him halfway. Dream raises a brow as he looks over her shoulder and then back to his sister. “It looks like your guest didn’t make it.”
“Oh!” Death chuckles. “He’s actually here—sort of, wandered off into your library.” She explains, sensing Morpheus’ displeasure at the fact of someone unknown roaming his realm without permission.
“Sister—“ his voice is stern.
“Dream.” She says back in warning.
“Morphy!”
Both Endless siblings look over to see the god of happiness rushing inside the throne room, smiling at the two. Death can’t help but laugh a little at the remembrance of his brothers nickname. “Morphy?” She questions, turning to face the god of happiness who shrugged. “It fits.”
“Don’t encourage him.” Morpheus suddenly cuts in, getting his sisters attention again and turning back to the god. “Y/n.” He greets, voice soft and deep. His sudden change of mood catches his sisters attention, making her smile as she eyes her brother and then the god. “I’m guessing you two already met.”
Y/n nods with a hum. “Found him at the park once and he joined me for a little adventure, it’s nice to see you again Morpheus. I hope we are bothering you and sorry for wandering off—I just saw your library and it’s beautiful and big and your realm is also amazing!” He rambles our, his eyes big full of wonder and amazement. The sudden gods praise catches the dream lord off guard, not used to such praise from a small being.
“I—thank you, I’m glad you find the Dreaming to your liking.”
Y/n laughs. “This place is amazing!” He quickly gets distracted by the architect around the throne room, running off to admire the windows and other small trinkets.
Death laughs. “Sunny and I were working together, he helped me with some souls and all of a sudden he started talking about you. Didn’t think you two got along well.” Dream raises a brow at his sisters words. “You spoke about me?”
“All good things.” Death looks over to see Y/n bent down, touching matthews feathers in a gentle manner. The raven held its wings out with his chest puffed out as Y/n praises and compliments the bird for all his hard doing, causing the ravens ego to grow a little.
“He’s good at what he does and I figured he would enjoy visiting the dreaming with me.” Death sighs out. “Hope he isn’t too much?” She knew her brother very well and knew how much he hated dealing with gods or people who held such big energy inside that they grew to annoy him. She didn’t want Sunny to be a bother to him but dream didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed the gods presence.
“It’s fine, he’s enjoying himself and I wouldn’t want to ruin that.” Morpheus grew a liking towards Y/n, he didn’t mind the energy nor did he mind his company. The god had taught him a valuable lesson the last time they met and he appreciated his help.
It doesn’t take long for Y/n to walk up to both siblings, Matthew standing on his shoulder as he smiles at the two. Morpheus can’t help but smile a little, ignoring his sisters mischievous grin as she watched the two.
“How’ve your been, your highness.” Y/n says giving the lord of dreams a small bow, laughing a little. “I’ve been well have you been behaving for my sister?” It’s dreams turn to ask.
“Very! We’ve been spending some good time together but unfortunately we won’t be able to see each other for some time. Not only is she busy but I’ll be busy on my end too.” He gently removes Mathew from his shoulder and sets him down, getting dreams attention.
“What does the god of happiness need to do that keeps him so occupied?”
Y/n gives death a glance before answering. “Every few centuries I am to meet up with the rest of the gods who also have duties to fulfill on their ends. We spend some time together and bond, like family.” He lets the two Endless know about his family. The other gods were different and many had rather important jobs unlike Y/n’s.
Y/n didn’t really like these reunions since he was always reminded of how low his responsibility is compared to the others. He always held himself back from fighting the other gods and growing disrespectful. The only good thing is that he wouldn’t have to deal with them for years until their next reunion.
“Family matters, I believe.” Death mumbled with a sigh. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over quickly.” Death already knew the trouble Y/n went through whenever he had those reunions and how much he loathed them. The god of happiness, loathing over family, something the endless doesn’t see everyday.
“Anyways, I best be going. I don’t want to be late.” Y/n turns to Morpheus. “Thank you for letting us visit, I enjoyed my short time here.”
“Your always welcome into the dreaming.”
“Thank you.” He gives both of the siblings a final goodbye before Matthew escorts him out. The two siblings watch the god disappear before death whips her head to face her brother. A wide smirk on her face. “You really do like him.”
Morpheus frowns, looking away from his sister and focusing back on his books. “I don’t know what your talking about.” His fingers trail over the various books he has stacked as he looks for a certain book in the pile while ignoring his sisters laughter. “You like him! Admit it, Morpheus. The god of happiness makes you feel something.”
“He does not.” Morpheus hissed out, turning to face his sister with a harsh glare which didn’t phase her. “Of course not, you allowed him to call you ‘Morphy’ and he gave you his real name before becoming sunny. That means something.”
“Doesn’t mean anything.” Morpheus pulls out some books and lies them out, still hearing his sister ramble on. “I can see the way you change around him—he does make you feel something whether you admit it or not but Y/n is perfect for someone like you. He has that energy that everyone in the dreaming would enjoy and he makes you happy—“
“He’s the god of happiness.”
Death scoffs. “Morpheus, just one look is enough to make you smile and don’t think I didn’t notice.” She points out, pointing a finger at him as he continued to glare. “I have no interest in someone as loud as him. He’s good company but to be with is something I do not wish to do not after my past relationships.” He exclaimed, having enough of her nonsense.
Death sighs sadly, giving him a sad smile. “Time will change that.” She lets him know before turning around and heading down the steps. “Goodbye, Morphy!” She calls out behind her, earning a groan from Morpheus in response.
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The following days are occupied in the dreaming. Morpheus himself has been making adjustments to his realm, making small changes here and there that he didn’t have much time to leave the palace. He spent majority of his time in the library, helping Lucienne and checking on the nightmares and dreams that he’s created.
While checking on the dreams he hears his librarian calling out to him. “My lord!” She is quick to approach him while he stops in his trail, turning around to face her and quickly grows worried. “Is something wrong?” He asks, concerned by what’s to happen due to her rushing so fast to him. “My lord, the goddess of love is here to seek an audience with you. I’m sorry, but I do not know how she got her or was granted passage to the Dreaming.” She explained, getting the man’s attention as he raised a brow.
“What does the goddess of love seek?” He asks but Lucienne can only shake her head, not knowing why. The two are quick to return back to the palace where the goddess waited patiently in the throne room, she was pacing in her steps, worry filled her eyes and determination. When Dream enters the room she’s quick to look up, sighing in relief but still showing her respects.
“Lord Morpheus.” She gives a small bow of respect. “What brings you here, love?” Morpheus asks, putting his hands behind his back as he questions the goddess, not entirely happy about her entering his realm without an invitation. “My lord, apologize for coming unannounced. You see, it’s about my brother.” Her voice is soft laced with worry.
“Your brother?”
“Yes, Sunny. The god of happiness.”
Morpheus’ attention is back to her, raising a brow. “What about him?”
“He’s missing.” Love Fidgets with her necklace, focusing on the texture of the jewelry that was gifted to her by Sunny when they first spent their time together and sharing each others abilities. The two had a strong bond and Love cared for him deeply but recently he’s gone missing and the people of the waking were lacking happiness. Their reassurance and peace all because her brother missing.
“Missing? How is that possible.” Morpheus deep voice startles her. “And what makes you think I know where he is?”
“My lord, the last time he spoke to us was during our family dinner. He spoke highly about you and told us stories about his adventures—when he went missing we figured that you could possibly know something about him or where he’s gone.” She explained. “My brothers absences is causing a big disturbance in the human realm. They lack the happiness they need and without Sunny it’s—“ she bites her lip, blaming herself for her brother missing. “Anything you could possibly know can help.” She pleads and begs.
“I’m sorry, love. But I do not know about your brothers whereabouts.”
Loves shoulder sag, sadness taking over as she nods. “Of course, I understand and I apologize again for disturbing you.” She gives him another bow before walking past him and making her way towards the doors.
“But, I can help you find him.”
Morpheus looks over his shoulder, getting the goddess attention. “I wish to help on finding him.” If Y/n is missing or captured he would want to help find him. He wouldn’t want someone like Y/n to be missing for hundreds of years or to experience the same thing that he went through when he was captured.
“Matthew.” Morpheus calls out to his raven that flies down from his post, landing in front of him. “Your highness.” The raven says, earning a small smile from the king of dreams. “Matthew, I’d like you to join love with locating Sunny. If you find him or hear about anything you report back to me.” He instructs, earning a small nod from the raven. “Of course, sir!” He turns to the goddess of love.
Love looks up to Morpheus and nods. “Thank you, lord Morpheus.” She’s relieved to know that the king of Dreams is willing to help her in searching for her brother. “Lucienne and I will search in my library for anything we can find regarding, Sunny.” He informs the goddess. “Thank you.” She repeats herself, giving him one final bow before leaving the palace to confound her search for her brother.
Lucienne stood on the side, listening into the conversation and turning to Morpheus. “My lord, would you like me to get you any books regarding the god of happiness?” She asks.
“Actually,” Morpheus turns to her and asks. “What’s the one place where most people go looking for joy?” Lucienne sighs, thinking to herself before answering. “At the top of my head, I’d say amusement parks. Many mortals visit with their loved ones when looking for joy.”
Morpheus nods. “Very well, I’ll be in the Waking and searching for Y/n. I trust you to keep the realm safe while I’m gone?”
“Of course, my lord.” Lucienne knows her duty isn’t just a librarian but a trustworthy friend of keeping the Dreaming in check and making sure that everything and everyone is to remain safe.
He collects his sand and uses it to arrive into the waking world, appearing in an amusement park, closes to the last spot both he and y/n met. The day was cloudy and the park was empty, only a few couples and families roamed the area but no signs of happiness amongst the families. He walks around the park, looking left and right as he searched for the God in hopes of finding him here.
He continued to look until he stopped in his tracks, spotting a familiar ice cream stand. The same one that Y/n convinced him to eat from, knowing that he could be close. He circled around to find Y/n sitting on a bench, facing the water fountain. Holding his own ice cream cone in hand and twirling it between his fingers.
Morpheus approaches the god, hands in his pockets as he stands over him, casting a shadow over Y/n who looks up with squinted eyes. “I seemed to have found a little sunshine.” He says, making the other break into a small smile.
“Hello, Morphy.”
“Y/n.” Morpheus sits down next to him, leaning back against the bench as the other focused back on his ice cream, half melting and barley finished. “Your sister paid me a visit.”
This gets Y/n’s attention. “Which one?” He tilts his head to the side, glancing at Morpheus as the lord of dreams sighs softly. “Love.”
“Of course it was her.” Y/n rolls his eyes, leaning back in his own spot as he tossed the ice cream into the garbage. He was frowning and didn’t seem too happy. “She tells me that you went missing and have searching for you.”
“What for? They don’t need me.” Y/n huffs out angrily, surprising Morpheus. “Of course they do.”
“No they don’t! You should’ve seen them the last time we had dinner. They wouldn’t stop bickering with me or ignoring me until—“ he chokes up a little, looking down at his shoes as he curls into himself. “It’s all my brothers fault, he says that the world didn’t need happiness and that they are able to cope just fine without me.” He exclaimed. “So, in order to prove him wrong I’m punishing them.”
“Punishing them?”
Y/n nods. “If they think they don’t need me then I’ll show them what happens when happiness is taken away from everyone! I’ll show them that they need me more than ever in order to make their jobs easier.” He crossed his arms, pouting and staring at the water fountain.
The silence between them is thick, Morpheus frowning on the side as he speaks up. “Your absence affects your siblings duties.”
“Yeah, so? They seem to be doing fine.” Y/n waved his hand to the skies,m. The cloudy weather telling him that his sister, Mother Nature, was doing just fine and possibly watering the earth.
“Your siblings aren’t the only who get affected. So do the endless.”
Y/n raised a brow, turning to face Morpheus. “What do you mean?”
“What I’m meaning is, everyone needs the God of happiness in order to fulfil their duties. Without you the Endless can get affected by your lack of presence. Death, her days of collecting souls wouldn’t be full of reassurance without you. My Dreaming, they’ll lack the peace you bring to others when dreaming. Either it’s a dream or a nightmare your presence brings them that peace. Along with your siblings who need your Joy to continue.”
Morpheus scoffs lightly, looking around as he nods to the clear and lonely park. “Look at this place, isn’t it suppose to be full of joy and happiness? Shouldn’t children be running around with smiles on their faces, making memories and enjoying the fun of being with the ones they love?”
Y/n looks around, taking notice of the empty park and the amount of loneliness he feels just sitting there. He knows that Morpheus is right, this park is suppose to be full of joy and fun. It’s suppose to create new memories or perhaps bring old ones from people who’ve spent majority of their lives living close to an area that brings them happiness. He swallows nervously and gives Morpheus a glance, taking notice of the small smile on his lips.
“Would you bring that happiness back?”
Y/n sighs, giving himself a few seconds to think before coming to a stand. He turns to Morpheus and nods. “I’ll do it, under one condition.”
The lord of dreams raised a brow in questioning. “Give me one smile.” He hears Y/n say, making the Endless slowly frown. “Anything but that.” He responds back earning a laugh. “You know the rules Dream, one smile and I’ll bring the happiness back to everyone or else I continue to flee longer.”
Morpheus sighs to himself, closing his eyes in exhaustion and then opening them again. He comes to a stand to face Y/n. “Very well, I’ll give you a smile if you do the same.”
“Excuse me, Dream of the Endless. This God is always smiling.” Y/n laughs out, causing a small smile to break onto Morpheus lips. “Your smile brings me happiness.” He compliments.
Y/n’s laughter dies down a little, face growing red as he grows flustered at his words. “Oh, I mean I—“
“Sunny!!”
Y/n is attacked by his sisters, throwing themselves on him as they hugged and cried.
“My dear brother, we are sorry.”
“We were so worried for you.”
“Don’t ever do that again, Sunny!”
Y/n chuckled at his siblings apologizes, weakly patting their arms and backs as they pull away to give him to space to breath. His sister Love stands close, her hand on his shoulder. “You had us worried after disappearing for days.”
“You have no idea how much we missed you.” His sister, Mother Nature says the same.
“You gave us a fright.” His sister of Fate pulls him into another hug, wrapping his arms around her and smiling into her shoulder. He pulls away and frowns, looking at his sisters. “Where’s Void?” He questions.
The three Goddesses look at each other, shaking their head and shrugging their shoulders. Y/n laughs to himself. “Of course, he wouldn’t be worried or caring.” He murmurs, feeling disappointed at the fact of his brother not caring. He’s the one that started everything, so of course, he wouldn’t come to apologize for his mistakes.
“You’re mistaken brother.”
Y/n gasps, startled by his brothers voice being so close to his ear as he stumbled back. Morpheus grabs him the shoulders and keeps him steady, glaring at the other god. Finally knowing who was responsible for hurting Y/n’s feelings.
“Void.” Y/n breaths out in surprise as his brother stands close to their sisters. “Sunny.” He murmurs back, sighing to himself as he struggled to speak. “I—I would like to apologize for my behavior during our last dinner. What I said was rude and shouldn’t have said anything like that to you.” He struggled with spitting out the words, he wasn’t one to apologize since he never cared to give apologies.
“There I said my apologizes, now you can stop your whining and get this fixed—“
Y/n had thrown himself onto his brother, hugging him tightly as the God of Void and darkness frowns deeply, trying to peel his brother from his arms. “Stop touching me.” He hissed out in disgust but Y/n only tightens his grip. “You know you like it!” He laughs with a wide smile on his face while avoid glared.
“This isn’t funny.” Void continues but his words go ignored.
Morpheus watched their bonding moment, looking away to give them some privacy while Love slowly approached him. She gives him a kind smile. “Thank you for finding him. He means a lot to us.” She whispers in a soft tone while Morpheus nods in return. “He means a lot to the dreaming.” Letting her know that he too, cared for the God of happiness.
Love giggled. “Who would have thought that the Lord of dreams would fall for a god like Sunny who brings happiness and joy to everyone.” Morpheus chuckles, turning back to watch Y/n smother his brother with hugs while the other tried to pull him off.
“I guess you can say that he found a way to get to me.” Morpheus murmurs, smiling at the feeling of being whole again. That empty part inside of him was missing the joy that he never experienced until meeting Y/n. The small god is able to show him that and help him. Perhaps he really did care about him.
Oz never intended for shit to turn out the way it did. Honestly, that might as well be what they write on his tombstone: Here lies Oscar Reynolds. Nothing he ever did went according to plan. With his luck, they’d have to write it sooner than he’d like.
It all started during the summer of ‘85, when Oz had finally managed to get hired for a job at Starcourt Mall only for the whole place to burn down literally the next day. Even worse, the next job he applied to resulted in him having to work alongside Steve Harrington. He would have preferred to be stuck in Starcourt while it burned.
As if that isn’t shitty enough, he’s also probably going to die.
At least, that’s what his coworkers Robin and Steve tell him. If they are to be believed—which Oz heavily questions—he is being hunted down by an inter-dimensional demon who wants to crack his bones like glow sticks. All because he’s incapable of dealing with his feelings, or whatever. Then again, Robin and Steve literally kidnapped him and locked him inside a house with Eddie Munson of all people. Not exactly the kind of circumstance in which Oz would be keen on telling these practical strangers his deepest, darkest secrets. He isn’t keen on it, until Oz is convinced he’s going to be the reason Eddie Munson dies.
Here lies Oscar Reynolds. Everything was his fault.
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