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In constant danger of succumbing to lust for old men

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Ottoooooo where have you been loca?

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whoever was in charge of hair in the sandman season 2 ily

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No girl on the boat

I wanted to Young Carl x Reader story, I couldn’t find any, so I wrote one. 

No girl on the boat.

It was the rule.

Well, there was Felicity, the cook, but they needed her so they wouldn’t starve, and she was a lesbian, so it didn’t count.

There had been Marianne, but that didn’t count either, because she had quickly left after breaking Carl’s little heart.

The others said it was a good thing, a rite of passage. He had only known her for three hours, he couldn’t really say that he had suffered because she preferred Dave. Even if it was maybe a little vexing for him that she preferred Dave.

     "What do you want me to say ? That little one has good taste ! Young Carl, you’re too young. Your time will come soon. But for now, you still have your hand.“

There were also some fans who were invited when they were bored, but they weren’t allowed to stay more than one night.

Then Y/N came.

DJ Gavin Kavanagh didn’t ask anyone for permission to invite her or put her in a cabin. She arrived during a calm afternoon, with her big smile and her suitcases.

     "She’s not my daughter, but she’s like my daughter.” Gavin explained with a very serious look that was not like him. “Well, maybe she’s my daughter, I don’t know, I was quite close to her mother, but it doesn’t matter. There are three important women in my life, my mother, my sister , and Y/N. So nobody touches her, got it ?”

Of course, this made everyone want to approach the young woman. Nothing was more exciting than a forbidden fruit.

It was risky, because if Quentin had no problem with the fact that his niece had been fucked by one of the crew members, DJ Kavanagh claimed to be ready to throw overboard the first who tried something, and that he would then prevent him from getting back on the boat.

Even though he loved sex and freedom, he seemed really, deadly, serious about it.

It lasted a short week, before the team understood that Y/N was not at all interested in them anyway. She was mainly there for the music, to be with the one she called “Uncle Gavin” and to have some sort of adventure.

She did, however, talk a lot with Carl.

It was probably due to the fact that he was the youngest of them, the quietest, the nicest, and he was the only one who didn’t seem to have any weird thoughts about her.

It was not true. 

He was just very good at hiding them, scared by the prospect of drowning in the middle of the English Channel, of being rejected by a girl again, but also that when he got to know her he really started to like her a lot. Y/N, and not just because she was the only girl on the boat.

In addition to the music, there were many things they shared with passion. Y/N was there for Carl, she listened to him without judging him, she was sweet, funny, intelligent, perfect. How not to fall in love ? But he had to hide it, which wasn’t easy on a boat, surrounded by fools.

The others teased him a lot about it.

     "Gavin will kill you if he sees you with her.“ The Count reminded him.

     "We’re just friends.”

     "Yeah, ‘friends’. Like Kavanagh is friend with her mother. Watch out, really. I mean, I get it. She’s cute. But it’s not worth trying an emergency defloration under these conditions.“

     "Thanks Dave.”

     "You’re welcome. I can call Marianne if you want. Even if you were boring, she said you were alright.“

     "Thanks Dave.”

DJ Doctor Dave seemed to think this was an endorsement, and with Quentin’s agreement, Marianne made a comeback. It was quite embarrassing to see her again, especially now that Y/N was here.

Everyone was watching Young Carl, waiting to see what he was going to do. The answer was nothing. He was no longer interested in Marianne at all, and he wasn’t going to try anything with Y/N, but this pressure was beginning to weigh on his shoulders.

One evening, Marianne approached him when he was alone on deck. She apologized for what had happened with Dave, saying she couldn’t explain why she had acted like this, probably because he was a bit famous, but she really wanted to be with Carl now.

Without waiting for his response, she kissed him, and that was when Y/N opened the door.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then Y/N looked sad, quickly going back where she came from. Carl pushed Marianne gently to follow her and hold her in one of the corridors.

     "You don’t need to explain to me, Carl.“ Y/N sighed without looking at him. "She seems very nice.”

     "She doesn’t interest me.“

     "Really ? Not even for an emergency deflowering in good conditions ?”

She had heard that. Of course she heard that, they were on a small boat, there was no privacy.

Not wanting her to be wrong about him, Carl moved close enough to force her to look at him, but without touching her.

     "She doesn’t interest me at all. I… I don’t care about any of this since… Since you arrived. I know nothing will happen between us, and not just because Gavin has forbidden it. You’re so… You’re awesome. You deserve better than me, and either you already know it and you’re gonna tell me we’re just friends, or you don’t know it yet and it can’t end well. There are the others too. Gavin will kill me, and the rest of the band will be hellish. With me, but also with you, and if I don’t care what they think about me, I refuse to let them laughing at you, I don’t want them…“

If Marianne’s kiss wasn’t bad, although Carl hadn’t really paid attention to it, Y/N’s was wonderful. Tender and passionate, making him shut up and forget the world around him. He wished she would never stop kissing him, but when she did, he didn’t move.

     "Uncle Gavin doesn’t forbid me anything. I don’t care about the others. And you’re not that bad.”

Not knowing what to say, he nodded stupidly, which made her laugh, then he let her take him to her cabin. They did nothing. Or rather they spent part of the night lying face to face on the bed, looking at each other, kissing and talking, until they fell asleep.

Carl thought that was probably much better than sex. Or just as good, at least. And he hoped to fall asleep alongside Y/N until the end of his days.

It was likely to happen very quickly, since they were on a small boat and there was no privacy. The next morning, when he opened the door, the whole crew was there, looking at him with pride, and a lot of fear.

In the middle of the group, DJ Kanavagh did not share the general emotions, staring at him behind his sunglasses. Slowly, he pushed Carl to look inside the cabin, the bed, where Y/N was still sleeping, then he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to drag him outside.

The others followed them, trying to calm him down, but without really stopping him. DJ Gavin had been very clear, so they couldn’t intervene on young Carl’s behalf. They didn’t think he was really serious about not getting back on the boat either, but they followed just in case, to see the show and get the poor idiot back up after.

     "Uncle Gavin ! Uncle Gavin, no !“

Carl’s screams had finally woken up Y/N, the only one who really tried anything to stop it all, holding Gavin’s arm and begging him again and again.

     "You had to touch her. You had to disrespect her. Why ? Why did you need to do that ? For fun ? To win a bet ?”

     "No ! We didn’t do anything !“

     "Of course, two young people in a bed. I’m not stupid.”

     "We didn’t do anything ! I love her !“

That finally stopped Gavin, as they were on deck and only a few steps left to throw Carl overboard without a hitch. Taking advantage of his confusion, Y/N stood between them, taking her lover in her arms, ready to follow him into the water.

     ”… You love her ?“

     "Yes I do.” Carl repeated firmly, not lowering his eyes.

Very calmly, DJ Kavanagh pulled out his sunglasses, wiping them with his shirt, before pinching his nose and turning his attention to Y/N with what looked like the look of an emotional and concerned father.

     "And you ? Do you love him too ?“

    "Yes.”

     "… Good. Fine. That changes everything. But if you hurt her, you’re dead.“ Gavin sighed, pointing a finger at Carl before leaving them.

The others decided they could finally congratulate the couple, not believing them at all when they repeated that they had done nothing. Quentin asked if they should plan another wedding, and if the young man had made sure that she really loved him, and not that she was there for someone else.

Nobody found it amusing, except Dave.

The rule remained the same after that. No girl on the boat.

Marianne was gone for good, Felicity still didn’t count, and Y/N wasn’t a girl. She was Gavin’s protegee and young Carl’s girlfriend, a member of the team and a favorite of the listeners, who loved to hear what the couple had been up to during the day, or the night.

Many times, Carl had begged them to stop this column, Radio Rock’s loved birds, but it was a lost cause. It wasn’t that bad.

In his bed, Y/N embraced him tenderly, repeating to him that they didn’t care what other people thought before kissing him, and he forgot everything else.

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sorry i haven’t been active but here’s this

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Okay enough time has passed. Are we not talking about Dream in the BDSM club train carriage. Are we not wondering if that awakened anything in him.

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im not funny

inspired by this post

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unfortunately i will never get over the fact that dream told Lucienne about his situation ship

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Now that The Sandman is over, where is my spin-off

"The great many Adventures of Hob Gadling"

I'm thinking 6-8 Seasons, 22 episodes each, like in the good old days. Everything we didn't get to see of Hobs story plus a couple of centuries in the future.

Where is it, Netflix?

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dream’s been in one of his Moods again.

you’re across the room, watching him sulk behind that massive desk of his like the entire universe personally insulted him. he's been like this since you very gently pointed out that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t need to be such a cold bastard to the mortal girl in the dream he unraveled this morning.

you didn’t even say it mean. you were careful. polite. borderline diplomatic.

but the moment you said, “did you have to be so cold with her?” he full-body froze and replied with a clipped, “i do not require instruction in my own realm.” and then.

radio silence.

he hasn’t looked at you since. he’s working (allegedly), but every now and then you catch him pausing—just long enough to think, just long enough to be dramatic—before going back to pretending you don’t exist.

which is hilarious. and also unfair. because now you can’t stop looking at him.

his back is all stiff, his shoulders tense under the stupidly elegant fabric of whatever coat he’s chosen today. you know he doesn’t even need to wear clothes like that. he does it to be extra. to be “regal.” to make it harder to stay mad at him.

and it works.

because even when he’s being moody and petty, he’s also... painfully beautiful. and a little tragic. like someone carved a god out of starlight and then gave him abandonment issues.

you sigh. quietly. dramatically. and get up.

he doesn’t move when you approach. he’s totally still, even as you come up behind him and start massaging his shoulders.

he does tense at that—just a little—but he doesn’t stop you.

so you keep going. slow, firm pressure with your thumbs. leaning over him, your lips just barely brushing his ear.

“my dream,” you say softly.

no reaction. but you feel it.

“my morpheus,” you whisper.

his fingers go still. you can’t see his face, but you know that look—jaw tight, pretending it’s not affecting him. pretending you’re not affecting him.

“my oneiros,” you murmur. you kiss the side of his neck, light and slow. “my nightmare. my darkness, my starless sky.”

he says, “enough,” but it’s not sharp. it’s barely even a protest.

“why?” you ask, lips brushing against his throat. “afraid i’ll undo you?”

his breath catches. gotcha.

you keep kissing. trailing slowly down his neck, one hand sliding down his chest, the other still kneading his shoulder like you’re trying to physically drag the tension out of him.

you lean in again, mouth near his ear. “you sit here brooding like someone wounded you,” you whisper. “you push me away because i see too much. because i tell you when you’re wrong.”

no answer. but his hands lower from the desk. one grips the chair. tightly.

“you think you’re too much,” you whisper. “but you’re not. not for me.”

you kiss just under his jaw.

“my king.”

he snaps.

not in an angry way. in a finally breaking way. he turns, grabs your wrists like he’s grounding himself, and stares. hard. eyes all sharp and tired and soft underneath it all.

“you vex me,” he says, voice low.

you grin. “i know.”

he pulls you in. it’s not soft. it’s needy. like he’s been holding something in for centuries and it’s finally cracking.

and then he kisses you.

and it’s everything. it’s desperate and slow and almost angry with how much he wants it, how much he doesn’t want to want it. he’s holding you like he can’t let go or he’ll fall apart. like if he doesn’t touch you right now, he’ll vanish.

when you finally break apart, he leans his forehead to yours, breathing hard.

“i don’t know what to do with you,” he whispers.

you smile. kiss the tip of his nose.

“yes, you do.”

and then, just for fun, you whisper it again—

“my king.”

and this time, he doesn’t protest.

this time, he kneels.

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*finishes the sandman*

*runs on tumblr to consume every piece of media*

coping mechanism indeed

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As a fan of both I just want to let y’all know those two films timelines are happening in the same times.

(2006 was a good year for gays)

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The Sandman AU where Delirium somehow ended up in Dream's realm before Death got there, so Matthew got confused and told her that Dream had asked for her, Del is overjoyed her brother wanted her company so obviously went.

From there, the kindly ones were confused as to why she was here, so was Dream, but she managed to convince Dream there was still hope again, like she did when she told him that there were multiple Destinys. So Del, with Nuala forcing Lyta out of the Dreaming manages to save Morpheus by confusing and threatening the kindly ones, after all, there are things she knows not in Destiny's book.

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When morpheus was stuck in his realm and became bored asf that he starts bothering lucienne dropping her books and picking up random stuff while wearing that tight black long sleeve shirt i started BARKING AT MY SCREEN

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