#shared dream

[remmymclovin]

How it feels having multiple F/Os and crushing on a possible new one

PRO/DARK/COMSHIP DNI !

[superbat-love]

Injustice AU. Bruce stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with surprising finesse.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his voice softer than Clark had ever heard it.

Clark grinned. “Can you blame me? You’re wearing an apron that says, ‘Kiss the Cook.’”

Bruce smirked. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Clark laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He knew it wasn’t real. Bruce didn’t say things like that or act this way. Yet, the dream was so vivid that he let himself sink into the fantasy.

He wanted to savor every second, every gentle word, unwilling to wake up and return to the reality where Superman and Batman were enemies.

When Bruce turned to him, his eyes warm and free of distrust, Clark felt a pang in his chest. Just a little longer, he thought.

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Bruce rarely dreamed—or if he did, they were usually nightmares. But this dream was different. He was standing in his kitchen, flipping pancakes—of all things—with Clark leaning against the counter, looking at him like he was the center of the universe.

“You’re staring,” Bruce found himself saying. Clark laughed in response.

The scene was surreal. Bruce didn’t cook. He didn’t wear ridiculous aprons. They hadn’t chatted freely like this since Lois’s death. But here, in this dream, he was free to pretend.

When Clark stepped closer, brushing against him with a casual intimacy, Bruce felt his heart tighten. It’s not real, he reminded himself. But that was the beauty of it. This was a world where he could be open and vulnerable without fear of the cost.

As Clark kissed his cheek, Bruce closed his eyes, letting the moment linger. He’d never admit it aloud, but he knew he would remember this feeling long after waking. It’s a nice dream, he thought.

[invisible-pink-toast]

specific tropes i love: shared dreams

We're not supposed to be, Jules. That's the whole point. [They] performed a ritual to sever this hold you have on me. Then why are you in my dream?

[dreamersofcolor]

@thelightofmylife

POC self shippers, imagine your F/O’s in your cultural clothing!!! Everyday I dream of them in my Asian cultural clothing (not specifying to protect who I am) but waaaah!!!! They’d be so handsome, Anaxagoras, Phai-Chan, Ka-,Chan, Louis..!!! All of them!!!! Uwaaahhh!!!

EXACTLYYYYYY i think putting your f/os in your cultural clothing (or vice versa if you have an f/o who is also a person of color) IS SOOOO FUNNNN LIKE YUP LETS SHARE 🩵🩵🩵

[witch-of-fanart]

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was fully lucid in a shared nightmare and tried to reassure everyone that the suffering will end.

[joygirlmelii]

Meetings in Dreams

Title: Meetings in Dreams

Characters: Laura Palmer & Dale Cooper (NO SHIP/PLATONIC)

Fandom: Twin Peaks

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 419

Part 2

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Summary

Laura Palmer and Dale Cooper share dreams. Laura finds solace in talking to this unknown man and Dale Cooper tries to find meaning in these dreams. Are they a premonition of something? What is this teenager hiding? Only one thing is clear: Cooper wants to protect Laura from anything.

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Notes

This may or may not make sense, they're like dreams lol

The parts will not be in any specific order and I'll be posting as I come up with ideas of dreams these two could be in. Also this is the first fic I've posted in english, there is no beta reader and english isn't my first language so any mistakes you see feel free to correct them.

This story was also posted on ao3 (joygirlmelii). Comments, likes and reblogs are welcome!!!

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Chapter 1

Cooper and Laura found themselves on a dock that extended over a lake. No matter how hard they tried to see the end of that place, they couldn't find it. The water was dark, reflecting a starless sky, the only thing that illuminated them was the street lamp with its flickering light above their heads.

Laura sat on one of the edges of the dock, swinging her bare feet over the surface of the dark water. Cooper stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his eyes searching for any boundary in the lake and on the wooden extension that formed the dock that separated them from the water. They found silence and each other's company pleasant, words were not necessary, the simple presence of the other person was enough.

“If you were my older brother, you would tell me to stop doing stupid things... Right?” She asked, she was the first to break the silence that had been decreed between them. The young teenager had a half smile on her face as she asked that question.

Cooper raised an eyebrow and looked down at Laura closely.

“I don't know. Are you doing stupid things?” He questioned her with a small hint of a smile.

Laura let out a laugh that she had been holding back since she asked the first question, but she did not answer the question that was asked back.

After a long silence that became pleasant again, Cooper spoke with a softness he was not used to letting out.

"If I were your older brother, I would make sure you were safe," he said simply.

The teenager looked down and forced herself to swallow the lump that was beginning to form in her throat.

"You're a good guardian angel," the blonde girl said quietly, she was afraid she had said something really stupid.

Cooper tilted his head, the image of him with wings and taking care of Laura like a real angel would come to his mind. He laughed internally.

"Is that me?" He asked her with his arms crossed.

“Mm-hmm…” Laura hugged her knees, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he had heard the question. “At least here, in dreams.”

Cooper didn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass her further, but something in his expression changed. As if he was trying to remember something important, something that was just out of reach.

That was the night that Laura woke up wishing, more than ever, that those dreams with that man in the suit were real.