#Morpheus x reader x hob

[roguelov]

do you know that trend where women refer to their boyfriends as their husband, even though they're not married yet?

y/n doing that with dream and hob would make them melt😭

ps: have fun on your camping trip!! <333

Uuugghhh my poor baby heart these mens would so melt

You call them your husband and Hob immediately refers to you as his wife like doesn’t skip a beat and doesn’t even truly cross his mind that you three aren’t married yet but it hits him later on. He just dead stops like ‘… wait a minute’ then melts on the spot and truly wants you to keep calling him your husband (maybe he finds you later and purposely calls you his wife to hear you call him your husband)

You call Dream your husband and this man is gone. He turns his head blinking at you, replaying your words over and over ensuring his heard you correctly then looks away clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment and flushed cheeks. He’ll play it off like ‘but we are not married’ (with a heavy silent ‘yet’ tagged on the end). And you just giggle and say ‘well you are my husband, and so is Hob, I can’t see myself with anyone else’ and Dream is melting and crying in the inside

[gabessquishytum]

So since there's no official Kinktober this year, I thought it would be fun to put together a few unofficial prompts for some Sandman shenanigans. Whatever pairing you'd like to do, whatever prompts you'd like to choose - even if it's only one of them, or all of them - it's completely up to you! This is really meant as a little inspiration in the hope that the wonderful Sandman community will create some fun and kinky content! Please feel free to reblog this - and it would be lovely if we could tag stuff with #Sandmankinktober to share the debauchery, too!

[merry-moody-missy]

Aw to be chilling out on holiday with Hob and dog 🥰

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Omggg Sandman peeps!! Imagine this-

Morpheus x Gadling!fem!human!reader where she is in her 20s and is Hob’s daughter (who was born years after 1989 when Morpheus “stood up” Hob when he was trapped), but Morpheus doesn’t know that she’s Hob’s daughter when they meet, and Y/n doesn’t know that her Dad knows Morpheus. And they end up starting to date and are in a serious relationship with each other. Hob doesn’t know that his close friend is dating his daughter either. They both find out when Y/n invites them to the New Inn to “meet” each other and they’re both like, “???”… Dream would be like, “You [Hob] are her father??” and Hob is like, “Really, my daughter???” Y/n is like, “You both know each other??”

@dragon-kazansky @gh0stsp1d3r @roguelov @missdreamofendless @honeybeezgobzzzzz

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Don't have the emoji for smut but I had a request that involves it: Reader isn't as experienced with sex as Morpheus is and is nervous about taking their relationship to that level; he assures them that they will get better at sexual things as they gain more experience and that he doesn't mind teaching them.

experience

the kingdom of dreams | warnings : insecurity, talk of sex, mention of past bad experiences, mention of past partners | a/n : hopefully you enjoy reading this, tysm for requesting☺️💗 | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | dream of the endless playlist

You and Morpheus had been seeing each other for a couple of months now. Your relationship was quite strange.

Usually people this far into a relationship would have done something even a little sexual by now, but Morpheus hadn't even seen you naked.

The only thing he had seen remotely revealing was your ankle (he won't admit it gave him a bit of a rush you know where).

Morpheus had begun to notice that every time he brought up the idea of sex you would completely ignore it and change the subject. Or when he would try and seduce you, you would always shy away from his touch.

Quite frankly, it hurt his pride.

Did you find him revolting?

Currently, you and Morpheus lay on his bed cuddling. None of you were saying anything, just basking in each other's presence.

His brain had been gathering thoughts and inventing new insecurities all day, it was making his head hurt.

"My love."

Morpheus' voice was quiet and soft.

"Hmm?" You replied, your eyes still shut, taking in his scent.

"Do you-" Morpheus hesitated before carrying on. "Do you not want me?"

Your body shot up and you looked down at him in shock. "What on earth makes you say that?"

"You never want me to touch you, or even look at your bare body."

The sadness in his eyes caused a terrible ache in your heart.

"Do you not love me?"

Taking his face gently in your hands, you pressed a subtle kiss on his velvety lips. "Dream, I love you more than words could ever describe. I guess my bad experiences in the past have caused me to shy away from doing anything sexual."

"Bad experiences?" Had someone hurt you?

"No one has ever really satisfied me before, everyone I've been with was only ever concerned about getting a good fuck, so I don't really know much about sex besides the basics." You shifted your gaze from him, embarrassed.

"Darling," Morpheus rose himself gracefully. "I have had many partners in the past, I do know a thing or two." A smirk painted his face before it turned into a soft smile. "I know that I'm not great at communication, but know all you have to do is ask."

Dream leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to your neck.

"Thank you, my dream."

[dragon-kazansky]

You: This is my husband, Morpheus.

Morpheus: Hello.

You: And that's my husband's boyfriend, Hob.

Hob: Hello!

[morpheusbaby3]

Calliope, Titania, Bast, Nuala, Hob flirting with Morpheus:

Morpheus:

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 The Places We’ll See

The Places We'll Be: Your mortality comes into question and the two beings who love you more than life can’t handle the inevitable.

Warnings: Angst, Morpheus and Hob Are Idiots™️.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader x Hob Gadling, Idea from this post by @writing-fanics.

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“Something is bothering you,” Monica commented, eyeing you up and down as the pair of you sat at a cafe and enjoyed a spot of afternoon tea. You both had gotten jobs in the city after graduating from your PhD programs and regularly had lunch for afternoon tea together to catch up on your daily lives. Ergo, she was quite privy to your relationship between the Professor and the ‘Broody Hot Guy’. “Did you have a fight with them? Can’t imagine what you’d get into a squabble over considering they worship the ground you walk on.”

“They’re avoiding me,” You absentmindedly replied, your mind wrapped up in how distant Hob and Morpheus had become lately. You’d spent seven months happily in a relationship with them, nearly overwhelmed by the magnitude of their love, and not once had a bump in the road. At least twice a week you fell asleep wrapped up in their arms and love, and woke with innumerous marks upon your body along with incredibly sore muscles… You had never felt this loved before. But now you were drifting away. Monica raised an eyebrow at you in concern, lowering her cappuccino.

“Hob and Broody Man, avoiding you?” She repeated for confirmation of your nearly unbelievable statement. You continued to stare out into the village, oddly undisturbed by such revelation. “Has anything come up that they’re busy with?”

“No,” You softly replied, feeling the painful sting of their avoidance fresh within your aching heart once more. “They— there’s nothing going on with them… they’re just avoiding me.”

“Oh babe,” Monica replied, fully taking in how much this change in events was effecting you. You’d been the picture of elation these last seven months, glowing with happiness that infected anyone who laid their eyes upon you. But now you were retracting your sun, your happiness, and the signs were staring to visibly appear. “Maybe, maybe you just need to get away from them for a couple of weeks, sort yourself out you know? Focus on you. Don’t think about boys. Don’t think about your heart. Just think about yourself.”

You wanted to, but you could no longer see yourself without seeing Morpheus and Hob standing by your side. The future seemed ever so bleak without them in your life…

“God, Monica I can’t,” You whispered in frustration. “Every time I close my eyes I see them. I can’t escape it no matter what I do.”

Monica blinked, then frowned, mulling over your words. You really had been completely enraptured in your relationship. There was never bringing up you without bringing up either Hob or Broody Man. Well, there was only one thing she could think of when pulling you out of this dip.

“Okay, so, I was going to save this for your birthday, but I’ve got vouchers for a super exclusive spa outside of the city. I think I should cash them in early and drag you away from all this relationship hub bub.” You went to protest but Monica shut you down before you could get a word in edgewise. “No, babe, you need time away from them, clearly. Whatever bullshit they’re up to that’s affecting your relationship goes bye bye.”

Your eyes dropped to your cup of tea and your shoulders slumped. Perhaps it really was time to put some distance between yourself and your lovers. Something wasn’t working anymore and it was affecting you.

“Alright, I’ll put in notice for PTO,” You agreed, lifting your eyes back to Monica. “I think — I think it’s time I get some space from them. If they’re avoiding me, it’s not like they’ll notice if I start avoiding them.”

“Something is up with her,” Hob softly commented as he gazed out the window of The New Inn. Morpheus had been quietly contemplating the dreams and nightmares of his realm as of late when Hob spoke, and quickly turned those thoughts away to address his love.

“To what do you speak of? Is she ill?” Morpheus questioned, straightening up in his seat. Hob blinked and then sighed, slowly turning his head to look at Morpheus.

“Ill? I don’t think so… but it’s been nearly two weeks since she last visited and we haven’t really been talking on the phone. She rarely even texts about her day.” Hob explained, worry filling his body. Your behavior had changed. You weren’t nearly as open about your daily activities, you no longer made sure to update him or Morpheus on the drama in your workplace, Hob couldn’t even remember the last time he got to kiss you let alone have you in his bed.

“She is being… distant,” Morpheus spoke, his mind now entirely focused on you. Your smiles. Your voice. Your kisses. The way your naked body felt snaked with his. Now he was thinking about what he and Hob had been agonizing over these last few weeks: your mortality. They were going to lose you, the one they adored most, to the inevitable: death. Morpheus had thought to speak with his sister about such topic, but he knew that he could not change what Destiny preordained.

Yes, something bothered you and Morpheus was upset that you weren’t automatically finding comfort from either Hob or him. Were they not there as your partners to support you? A cloud of upset and depression began forming over Morpheus’ head, for he loathed the idea of you upset and alone. Clearly he had done something wrong! Both Hob and Morpheus began stewing within their minds, wondering what was wrong with you and still dreading the idea that at some point, they were going to lose you.

You’d packed a bag for your week long stay at the Spa resort Monica had booked with her vouchers and shipped off to the country side without a word to Hob or Morpheus. You’d wanted to tell them where you were going, but you had been reminded by Monica that this was to get away and not think about them. So you kept your mouth shut and just left… it wasn’t like you had been talking with them regularly every day recently so they weren’t going to even notice you’d gone. You hadn’t even gotten a text from Hob yet about your whereabouts.

That was a clear sign something was indeed wrong.

Laying on the bed of you room, you stared at the ceiling and tried to take your mind off what your world revolved around. You thought about the spa pool fed by natural springs, that would surely feel nice on your skin. Or maybe you’d cash in the deep tissue massage Monica had told you that would be life changing. You were skeptical and didn’t think it would be that effective in changing your life… but your friend was convinced. Speaking of Monica… Her ringtone started blaring and your hand searched for where you had dropped it on the bed beside you. You found it and answered.

“What’s up?”

“You’re already thinking of them, aren’t you.” You blinked at her astuteness and draped an arm over your eyes.

“I’m not intentionally doing so, Mon,” You said with a sigh. “I really am not.”

“We’ve been here for a day, babe, it’s time to think about you.” Monica stated. “Put your bathing suit on, we’re going to the thermal suite to get our pores opened up and ready to be pampered.”

“I don’t think the pores will be the one that’s pampered.” You replied dryly. Monica snorted at you, not humoring you in the slightest.

“Bathing suit, on, now.” She commanded. “I’ll be over to collect you in five minutes.” She hung up on you and you stared at the ceiling, not feeling the slightest bit interested in visiting the thermal suite. Monica wouldn’t take no for an answer so it was best that you went and changed before she arrived. Rolling into a sitting position, you looked to your suitcase and sighed yet again.

You got yourself into your simple bikini and wrapped a robe around your body, tying it at your waist. From hat you had read about the thermal suite, you could have either a hot or cold experience, or both. Knowing Monica the best, she was going to try and steam cook you until you were an overly steamed vegetable. Maybe that would steam your brain to mush and you’d stop thinking about them. Monica arrived and you departed to the thermal suite. As you walked she chatted to you about her office gossip and her office neighbor’s proclivity to stick fish in the microwave at work. Your nose wrinkled at the thought of microwaved fish. Bleh.

Monica approached the door to the thermal suites and grasped the door handle, making a spectacle of opening it for you with a flourish. Rolling your eyes, you entered the suite and took a deep breath. There was an almost overwhelming scent of herbal oils, but that scent made your muscles relax just from the smell. Perhaps this would make you stop thinking about Morpheus and Hob. Monica talked with the attendant for a moment, discussing the plan you and she had for the spa. More like what she had planned.

First you’d enjoy the steam bath to open your pores and sweat out the supposed ‘impurities’ in your body. Then you’d take a plunge in cold water to wash off your body. You really weren’t looking forward to that, but Monica had bribed you with a body massage afterward so you’d take the plunge. Once you had your massage, then you would sit in the dry sauna while Monica repeated the steam bath cold plunge combination. You thought she was a bit crazy but if she liked it… Dropping your things off in one of the lockers, you stepped into one of the steam bath room and took a seat on the bench.

The air was thick with steam, obviously, and made it seem like it was hard to breath for a few moments. You adjusted to the steam and leaned your head back in your eyes closed.

“Glad to see you actually attempting to relax.”  Monica’s voice floated into your ears and you made a face rather than open your eyes.

“Well I’m here aren’t I? Might as well try and relax and not think about Hob and—”

“Ah!” Monica cut you offbefore you could finish your sentence. “No, bad Y/N, bad. Now repeat after me. We are not talking about boy troubles, we are relaxing.” Seriously? You opened an eye to see Monica staring you down with an entirely serious look upon her face. “Come on, say it.”

“We are not talking about boy troubles, we are relaxing.” You robotically replied, closing your eye again and taking a deep breath of the water logged air. You had to admit that she was right. You were relaxing, not thinking about the very reason you were at the spa in the first place! Letting your body and muscles relax, you sank into the wooden bench and focused on the way the steam reacted with your body. Your pores did open up, but you also could feel the beads of saline sweat running down your temple and gathering at your back. Periodically little jets would add more steam into the room, making you feel like you were going to melt right into the bench. “I think I’m melting, Mon,”

“That means it’s working,” Monica sighed to you, her voice revealing just how relaxed she was. You cracked open your eyes and rolled your head to look at her. She was sprawled out, limbs askew and clearly enjoying the almost insufferable heat.

“Well if it’s working does that mean I can leave? This is suffocating and I feel gross,” You complained to her. Monica snorted at you opened her own eyes. You were staring at her with a pleading look, hair sticking to your neck and beads of sweat rolling down your skin.

“Fine, but no skipping on off to your hotel room. Go and enjoy the cold plunge and the dry sauna.” Monica told you, closing her eyes and relaxing once more. “I’m gonna sweat every drop of impurity out of these clogged pores.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” You muttered to her while pulling your body to your feet. Departing the steam room, you took a deep breath of the fresh and water laden air. It felt nice to be out of the heat and humidity. You eyed the cold plunge pools and chewed your lip. Well if you were going to truly experience the full spa experience you should go and jump in. “Damn it,” You grumbled to yourself.

Walking over to the edge of the cold plunge, you eyed the water and pursed your lips. This wasn’t going to be pleasant, but it was supposed to have health benefits.

“Okay, here goes,” You murmured before stepping forwards. Dropping into the cold water, your body jerked at shivered from the shock of the cold water hitting your hot skin. You had to admit to yourself that as your head popped back out of the water, you felt refreshed and clean. But you were cold. So you hauled your body out of the cold plunge and reached for one of the fluffy robes on standby. It felt just as soft as it looked brushed against your skin.

Pushing back your hair, you looked around to see what else the thermal suites offered. You picked out the doors to the dry sauna, so you could go and enjoy the heat again… but something in you pulled you away from sitting in the heat again and you chose to head for the small sitting area overlooking a picturesque view. Taking a seat on one of the chairs, you grasped your upper arms and stared out at the perfect landscaping. You had promised Monica that you wouldn’t think of Hob and Morpheus, but they had become your entire world. Your entire universe actually.

“Heat getting to be too much?” You weren’t expecting someone to speak to you, but twisting your head to look at the person who had spoken, you were greeted by a kind smile from a woman.

“Very,” You agreed with a small smile. “I don’t usually go to spas.”

“Then what brings you to one now?” The woman asked, soft brown eyes meeting yours. Something about her, something about her reminded you of the same energy Morpheus gave off. 

“My friend is trying to distract me from my complicated relationship but all this heat seems to do is make me think about it more.” You explained to her, twisting your fingers together in your lap. “Never had a relationship that literally consumed my every waking thought. It’s ridiculous.”

“Mmh, my brother will do that to you,” she replied with a small chuckle. Brother? You blinked and eyed her closer. The necklace she wore giving you a big fact cue to who she was. You gulped.

“Oh, so… is it my time?” You tentatively asked, feeling unease and regretful that you would die like this. Hob and Morpheus was be beside themselves wondering what had happened to you… then again with the way they had been avoiding you the past few weeks... Death shook her head.

“No, no it’s not your time.” She told you with a calming smile. “I decided to drop by and talk to you because my brother is known to be an idiot on occasion.” You blanched at her openly calling Morpheus an idiot. Wow, she really was his older sister. Death chuckled at your facial expression. “I’m not afraid to call him out, Y/N.”

“Wow I like you already,” You unconsciously murmured. You knew that Morpheus had a fragile ego he would never admit to and bristled at the slightest criticism. It was refreshing to hear that someone could knock him off his high horse.

“Dream is a complicated being,” Death continued. “And I know you aren’t at this spa because you want to be.”

“Hob and Morpheus are ignoring me,” You stated before cringing. That sounded so needy of you. “I don’t mean that as a clingy girlfriend or something. I spent seven months almost at the point of running away from them they were so clingy to me. Now it’s like I hardly exist to them. I swear they’ve even been ignoring me.”

Hurt was clear on your face and Death had half the mind to smack her brother over the head. You continued to speak.

“I mean, do they not realize they are squandering the time we have together?” You asked, waving a hand. “They’re both going to outlive me, I know that, they know that. Why are they wasting our precious time together?”

“I think your mortality is the very reason why they are avoiding you.” You blinked at her words and raised your eyebrow in disbelief. “They know your mortality has a time limit and that scares them.”

“So their automatic response is to stay away?” You asked incredulously. “Do they not see how much that hurts?”

“Sometimes men act irrational when they’re in love. Hob and Dream are no different.” Death explained to you. “Time is precious to you, how much are you willing to give them?”

“All of it.” You softly murmured, staring out the window. “I’d give them ever second I have left if I could, but at this rate…” You trailed off and sniffed, reaching up to wipe your burning eyes. You hadn’t cried over it yet, but now you were pretty damn close. “So here I am venting about my relationship woes to Death while Hob and Dream probably have no idea I even left London.”

“If you had all the time in the world, what would you do?” You snorted indignantly at Death and eyed her with a wry smirk.

“Smack both of them over the head with a wooden spoon for being such idiots. Hob barely takes care of himself these days and Morpheus has been so moody it’s getting pathetic.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and slumping back in your seat. “Someone has to take care of them, especially after I’m gone.”

Death never made deals, never strayed from her job save for once centuries ago because of a bet. But now she was thinking otherwise. She could make an exception, just one more time. For her little brother.

“I’ll tell you this, Y/N,” Death told you, making sure you were looking her in the eyes. “You can have all the time in the universe to love them, as long as it is what you want. It’ll be a challenge, my brother isn’t easy to love. But I think you can do it.”

You stared at her with your jaw slack. She wasn’t saying what you think she was saying… was she? But the smile on her face was telling as Death stood up from her seat. She bid you goodbye and left you sitting by yourself contemplating your entire life. Immortality as long as it was what you wanted. That took your worry of time out of your relationship. Your heart didn’t ache nearly as bad as it had five minute earlier. You were still going to give Hob and Morpheus the riot act for avoiding you. Stupid men. You leaned back in your seat and sighed deeply, now you could actually start relaxing.

You’d gotten back from your spa trip pampered, preened, and softened. You were pretty sure your skin had never been this soft nor glowed this beautifully. Monica had picked up on your attitude change but hadn’t said anything for the rest of your spa trip. She had just enjoyed the spa with you. After she had dropped you off at the New Inn, you headed upstairs to Hob’s flat. You knew that it was finals time and he would be busy grading papers and exams so you figured that you would get his laundry done while washing your own and perhaps fix a meal or two so he had something to eat.

Key’s in hand, you unlocked the door while adjusting the bag on your shoulder and relaxed as you entered the warm flat. Home sweet home. Funny how Hob’s flat felt more like home than our own. Kicking the door shut behind you, you headed for the kitchen first to drop off your purse and jumper. Entering the large kitchen, you dropped your keys in a bowl and eased your purse from your shoulder with a heavy sigh.

“You left,” You paused in place at the accusatory words of your anthropomorphic lover. Taking a deep breath, you eased your bag from your shoulder and turned to address the Endless.

“You and Hob seemed plenty busy at the time,” You coolly shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Given your lack of presence in my life as of late, I hardly thought you’d even notice.” Morpheus’ eye twitched at your words.

“Y/N—” You raised a finger, cutting off the Endless.

“No,” You said sharply. “You do not get to call me in that tone, Morpheus. Not after you and Hob all but ghosted me for the last three weeks.”

“Beloved, Hob and I—” Morpheus tried again, desperate to appease your clear iration.

“Are being entirely idiotic!” You exclaimed with a flourished. Morpheus’ eyes glowed at your insult but you didn’t back down. “You two imbeciles have been avoiding me!? Why!?”

“My love, we have been agonizing over your mortality and the reality that one day we will lose you.” Morpheus explained to you, his being aching at the inevitable idea that he and Hob will lose you to Death. You snorted at him and the Endless glared at you for making light of your death.

“Seriously?” You questioned incredulously. “That’s why you and Hob have been avoiding me? Because I’m going to eventually die?” Morpheus flinched at the word, cementing the fact that you were correct in your statement. Death had told you they were agonizing over your mortality, but finding out that your eventual death truly was the reason the men you loved more than anything in the universe had ben avoiding you, made you so mad. “You— you— you absolute ninny head!!” You burst out, making Morpheus blink at you in concern. Clearly something had happened to you on your trip.

“Beloved, Hob and I love you so intensely that the mere thought of you perishing brings us agony,” Morpheus explained to you, stepping up to your body and reaching for your face. His fingers lightly traced your jaw. “Have you any idea the pain it brings us?” Oh you could see the visceral pain in his eyes, you could see it clearly.

“Morpheus,” You sighed out, raising a hand to lightly wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Hob can barely take care of himself and you look like you’re going to start crying every ten minutes unless you receive a hug, you think I’m gonna let you two go back to your old lives? Death won’t come for me until I want her too.” Morpheus froze beneath your touch, his mind soaking in the meaning of your words.

Death would not come for you until you wanted her too.

“Truly?” Morpheus hoarsely broached, struggling to comprehend that his sister would grant him such a precious gift as having you for eternity.

“Someone has to keep you and Hob out of trouble,” You reminded him, taking a firmer grasp on his wrist and sliding your fingers up so you could hold his hand.

“Glad to know you think we can’t take care of ourselves,” A hoarse voice spoke from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Hob standing in the doorway.

“You’re immortal not infallible,” You stated, holding out your free hand towards the immortal man. “And if I have to beat that into your mind I will.”

“Words’ll do, love,” Hob replied, stepping closer and taking your hand. It warm and fit just perfectly in his. He pulled your palm to his lips and kissed it. “I know were difficult—” You raised an eyebrow and Hob corrected himself. “Stupid, at times, but we love you more than our own lives. The thought of not having you at your side was unbearable.”

“Then stop being an idiot and communicate, we are in this together, Hob Gadling,” You said while pulling the man to you and Morpheus.

“She’s certainly gotten bold,” Hob commented to Morpheus who smirked and leaned into both of his loves.

“It is quite ravishing to watch,” Morpheus added. You fumed with a growl and stomped your foot.

“Would you two knock it off! I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!!” You griped, giving the men a look. “You need to communicate with me or this is never going to work!”

“Forgive us for our egregious folly, beloved, we did not mean to cause you such duress,” Morpheus purred, nuzzling his face into your neck while Hob wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It’s just been the two of us for so long, love, you’ll have to forgive us for falling back into old habits.” Hob said, exchanging a look with Morpheus. “But what is this I hear of Death not coming for you?”

You contemplated on explaining what you had been up to at the spa for you wanted to make Hob sweat after the emotional pain you’d felt… but ultimately chose to divulge your newfound immortality. It was safe to say that when Monica called the next day to inquire if your men where still being idiots, you were still passed out from a night spent sandwiched between Hob and Morpheus.

Date Published: 12/7/23

Last Edit: 12/7/23

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Dream on his way to meet hob/or his sexy ex-wife

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ೃ⁀➷Morpheus/ Dream of the Endless

Morpheus is a passionate one, always taking his time with you and your body, which would glisten with the first peaks of morning...

With the Dreaming glowing behind you, him benath you and showing all the passion and love he felt for you through his kisses, Morpheus looked up at you as if you were the one who made the sky shine brightly. Maybe it was true, the Dreaming was him and he never felt as blessed and horny... And your moans and the sound of kissing were only the proof that all the dreamers would have happy dreams, since the maker of them was happy with his love laying beside him.

You have been needy all day, everything he did only drove you mad. The way his huge and boney hands layed on the surface of the book he was reading, or how he was currently resting it over your thigh, occasionally rubbing it up and down which made a patheatic whine coming out of your mouth, widening your eyes in embarrassment when he caught it and smirked knowingly while closing his book. "Have I neglected you so much that you crave just my fingers, beloved? Don't worry, I shall take care of my Queen and make her crave my cock for weeks after I'll be done with her..."

He knew how you always wanted to please him, even though it was too much for your body to handle his stamina. So in return of your care and love, he gave you one of the many best nights ever, kissed your shoulders, cheeks and held you until you slept, protecting you even in your sleep.

ೃ⁀➷Hob Gadling

Seeing your lover with his usual teaching attire was a huge turn on for you... Fortunately both him and you had a time off before he went to his class. And if a student asked about the stupid grin on his face, he didn't mention anything... and about your panties in his pocket.

"You can be as loud as you want to be, baby... No one is here to hear you, and I will take advantage of it, fuck you in every single corner of this college until all you will remember is how my cock made you feel and I swear to God, I won't stop until your legs will be shaking so bad that people will see you here with me the next morning, all wet and full with me..."

ೃ⁀➷Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer knew how teasing you were, always having a hand on a lord of Hell, always listening to them, showing kindness and making them think that they could actually have you. She was the ruler of them all, of course she knew what they thought... She also knew how to show them you belongt to her and how the only way they would see you bare before them was through her pleasuring you..

Lucifer wasn't used to being taken care of, after all she much preferred to serve you like the Queen you were. But how could she refuse your begging eyes and your soft voice pleading to her to let you love and cherish her? The way your soft lips kissed hers, her trying everything in her powers to not her hunger consume both you and her, she closed her eyes in bliss when you slid down to her throat and rocked against her... Maybe she could still feel Heaven, as long as she had you.

"OH MY GOD!" "You dare to think about him when I'm fucking you? Is that not enough, little one?" Lucifer was possesive, jealous and maybe a little bit scared to loose you. The mention of him felt like a bitter taste on her tounge and she was determined to make you forget everything about and related to him, her new goal setting a fire inside her that wrecked both you and her.

It was known that Lucifer was a show-off, especially about you, their beautiful Queen. And what's the best way to do that, except giving the Lords a first view while you tried to cover your most private parts?

ೃ⁀➷The Corinthian

Corinthian never imagined you to last this long, without breaking apart or him just not finding killing you in himself after so many nights spent together. He didn't understand why he suddenly started to feel fond of you, he loathed your kind. They were stupid morons who didn't understand the value in anything, they killed without care and they destroy everything good in life but... Not you. You helped him, stayed even after learning what he was and what he does, you stayed even after you told him that you would wait for him when he kissed you hard and fucked you... He never in his life felt this much confusion and heart ache before so, he put all of his frustration and anger into fucking you good, absolutely wrecking you until you only knew his name.

He just looked so good, and handsome. Were you really to blame to have jumped on him as soon as you saw him?( male!reader)

ೃ⁀➷Desire of The Endless

Desire liked to be seen as a dom but... they were nothing but a whiny mess while clutching the pillows beneath them while you fingered them in rhytm with your strocks over their cock. Screaming your name for all the universe to hear.

It all started with a cocky "Your face would look better between my legs." from them but oh boy, they weren't ready for what was about to come.

[roguelov]

Dream: I am Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams. Ruler of the Nightmare Realms.

Hob: Hi Duck!! 😄

Y/N: Hi Pookie!! 😄

(I just have this visceral urge to call dream pookie at least once🤭)

Dream: … hi

Long pause

Dream: I am confused, where did duck and - and pookie come from? Is that me?

Hob and you: yup! It’s you 🥰

Dream: …

Hob: well are you going to give us a nickname back?

Dream: … hi … loves?

Hob: hey at least his trying

You snickers: pookie bear is trying his best

You and Hob burst out into laughter

Dream:

[alteon77]

That Familiar Feeling of Family (or how Hob Gadling ended up as an uncle to his stranger's oftentimes feral children): Chapter 1

It's a pretty universally known thing that families are just strange. As Hob is quickly figuring out, however, this little fact is magnified by AT LEAST a billion when the family in question is Endless.

(A lighthearted story in which Hob Gadling finds out his stranger has married, makes friends with a homicidal maniac/ruler, and manages to become an exemplary uncle to a pack of magically mischievous children. Really, now all he has to do is convince everyone to stop calling his and Dream's weekly meetups "playdates", and then his life would be practically perfect.)

AO3 here, Masterlist here

Hob is running. 

Now, that isn't an unusual occurrence in and of itself. After all, the immortal has been forced to flee many many times in his centuries of existence, and he can say without a speck of arrogance that he's become rather adept at it. But this running is dramatically different for one very large reason. 

A literally large reason. 

In that it's the first occasion, at least as far as he's aware, that he's ever had to try and outsprint a gargantuan bloody dragon. 

Try being the operative term here, because while he is indeed foolishly attempting it, he's also failing miserably if the puff of steamed breath that's tickling his neck is any indication. Which he guesses makes an inordinate amount of sense. Really, has he mentioned already how massive his pursuer is? 

The beast behind him lets out a loud, guttural roar, its feet causing the ground to shake as it chases after him like it's just a giant dog and he's got a half opened packet of hot dogs in his coat pocket. 

Hob idly wonders whether he'll actually die if (probably better to say when) that thing finally catches and devours him. He's never had the misfortune of being consumed before, so he's not quite sure how that will work out for him. What if there's just an arm left? Will it still be him? Will he spend his eternity as nothing more than a single discarded body part that has sentience but no way to speak? 

"Archibald! No! Bad!"

The voice, when it calls out this rather ludicrous admonishment, is definitely that of a child. A little girl if he had to guess, and when he does a quick glance around to see where she might be at (so he can hopefully save her from being eaten) he's shocked to spot her standing near his would-be killer. For a minute, Hob can't make sense of what he's seeing. The girl is in front of the reptilian monster, uncomfortably close to one of its frankly enormous nostrils, and she's pointing a finger at it, wearing the sternest expression on her youthful features that he's ever seen in his life.

The dragon crouches down, hanging its head as if in shame while the child, his possible savior, roundly chastises it. "Archie! You know better. What would Dadda say?"

She softens her scolding, though, by running one of her tiny hands along the leathery snout over its mouth, the same mouth that Hob is completely certain is filled with rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, and he isn't quite sure how to handle this. What’s the protocol here? He feels frozen as he watches the scene unfold before him, not knowing whether he should intervene and usher the girl out of harm's way or whether she’s really in any danger at all, since she seems almost as if…. as if she commands this thing? Like a young Daenerys Targaryen, except for the facts that she looks to be about five and she's clothed in a ridiculously frilly pink dress paired with shiny, immaculately black combat boots.

He's honestly… so confused. But he finds himself moving closer anyway, driven by that curiosity he’s never lost in all of his hundreds of years of living.

The girl seems to gentle towards her… pet? Can a dragon even be called a pet? He's having difficulty thinking of this nightmarish creature as anything so mundane, but even he has to admit that it’s exactly what the hellbeast appears to be regardless. 

"He won't let you… won't let you be a dragon if he… finds out about this."

The dragon, that he's just starting to process must be named Archibald or Archie, since he's heard her say it a couple times, lowers its massive head to nuzzle against the child, a puff of steam unfurling from its nostrils to ruffle her hair as it huffs like it's pouting. She soothes it then, stroking her fingers along its dark scales, the ones that seem shot through with a little sapphire when the brilliant sun from above hits them at just the right angle. 

"I know," she goes on. "I won't tell him, Archie, but no chasing the dreamers. Dadda was ad… ada…" She frowns at this as if she's struggling over the word. 

And Hob, having once had a precious son of his own who sometimes got caught up on pronouncing things, can't help but to offer a quiet, "Adamant?"

The little girl's face lights up, her ocean blue eyes widening at him in something like grateful glee. "Adamant," she repeats slowly. "That's… it."

He takes a minute to study her then, this too young dragon tamer. She's a small child, lovely in that same ethereal, unnatural way that he's always associated with his stranger. Her hair is a mess of riotous raven curls that seem to be coming loose from a single braid plaited at the back of her head, and her complexion is almost translucently pale save for the bright rosy flush on her cheeks. 

"I'm… Hob," he supplies with only a mite of hesitation.

Her smile is almost overwhelming in its joy. "Hi, Hob! I'm Aurora!"

And he opens his mouth then to ask after her parents and where they might be, to question her about the ferocious looking mythological beast that she seems to be in control of, but he isn't afforded the opportunity to do any of those things. Another voice joins them before he can, a melodic, otherworldly one that Hob knows all too well. 

It's his… stranger. 

His coat is longer here, draping down to the ground like something Hob would have worn in his goth punk days back in the eighties, but other than that he seems to have on the same black shirt, black pants, and black boots combo that Hob last saw him in. 

Hob takes a minute to gawk. He isn't ashamed to admit that his stranger is beautiful, all marble skin and high cut cheekbones, his hair a wild disarray of windblown black that sticks up at odd angles, almost as if it's the one part of his appearance that his magic can't seem to render as tame. 

"Aurora, what have I relayed to you concerning Archibald? I was told that he was in dragon form and terrorizing the wolves yet again."

"Dadda," the girl in question starts, sounding very contrite. "He won't do it… anymore."

His stranger's face tightens in what Hob thinks is supposed to be a severe expression, though it's clear he's not quite getting there in his daughter's bubbly presence. 

Wait.

Waaaaaait a minute.

What?

What did....

His… daughter? She'd said Dadda, hadn't she? Hadn’t she…. referred to his stranger by that title? His stranger? His stubborn, broody, took-a-century-to-admit-that-Hob-was-even-his-friend stranger? For a moment, Hob feels like he needs to sit, like he might pass out between the running for his life not ten minutes prior and the revelation that this child could belong…. to…. to Dream. 

Not that Hob ever really calls him that. He’d only gotten the name a few years ago when they'd last met, and while it had been a nice piece of information to have (and long overdue in his humble and frustrated opinion) he’d spent over six hundred years referring to his stranger as just that. And he honestly doesn’t see this habit of his changing anytime soon.

"I believe that is what I was promised when last he engaged in such unruliness," Dream goes on, seemingly oblivious to the panic attack that Hob is having. Truthfully, that shocks Hob not at all.

"He's still a… a baby, Dadda."

And yeah. Hob’s not wrong. She'd assuredly called him Dadda, had just said it again even. 

"Be that as it may, he is not permitted to wreak havoc on the realm or its inhabitants. No matter his age, starshine."

At last, Hob seems to find his voice, and he uses it to let out a small, barely there, "Dadda?"

He flushes a little with embarrassment as soon as the word is out of his mouth, because it sounds… not great. It's definitely not what he imagined himself saying at his next meeting with his oldest friend. But his stranger only goes stock still, his shoulders tensing as he glances towards Hob, his eyes narrowing in something that Hob thinks might actually be confusion.

Which… is all too completely understandable. Although, Hob will confess that he's never thought that his mopey stranger would ever be capable of looking as thoroughly perplexed as he does right this moment.

"Hob Gadling?" Dream questions.

"Is that… Is that your daughter?"

"It is," he allows slowly. "This is Aurora."

And while he introduces them, albeit awkwardly, Hob thinks he detects a fair amount of fatherly pride in the way that Dream puts one elegant, long fingered hand on the girl's shoulder to pull her against his side, in the way that his rather harsh, angular features soften as he smiles down at her. Seeing this, he supposes, might make him happy in any other situation, and it's a nice thing that his rather… er, reserved (i.e. cold, distant, and emotionally repressed, though Hob would never say it aloud) stranger is obviously comfortable enough with him to show it. 

But… this isn't any other situation. This is a rather… big piece of news that Hob's just been walloped over the head with.

“You have a child?” Hob blurts out, his brain processing this revelation so sporadically that it’s almost humiliating. 

Dream's brow furrows. “I believe that I only just conveyed as much to you. Are you…. quite well?”

“I’m sorry. A daughter? I can’t…." Hob struggles to articulate his thoughts, an utterly unsurprising complication given that he's relatively certain that this has to all be some strange fever dream. "Why didn’t you tell me about her the last time we met?”

Dream narrows his eyes again before glancing down at the girl. “Starshine, go and assist Archibald in returning to his dog form.”

Dog form? Dog form? That fire-breathing beast becomes a dog? For some reason, he's picturing Cerberus, with its three terrifying heads and the blood of those unlucky dead who try to escape the Underworld dripping from each of their corresponding fang-toothed maws. Hob wonders idly if the aneurysm he's sure to have soon is going to kill him.

“But Dadda….”

“No. He is forbidden from being a dragon for at least a week. Especially since I now see that he has been chasing the dreamers despite my explicit directive not to do so.”

Pointedly, he looks towards Hob, who in turn swings his gaze to his young, temporarily forgotten, savior. Her eyes have gone wide and pleading, and Hob feels his stomach lurch in guilt. 

"I was… just walking about, old friend."

And that wanker, that enigmatic tosspot (who hadn't even bothered to tell him he had a child) only raises an eyebrow in an expression of such incredulity that Hob knows he's trying to call bullshit without actually speaking the words. "Walking?" 

"Yes. Briskly."

That eyebrow goes somehow higher up on Dream's forehead. "By which you mean you were running."

Hob shakes his head. He's done some shady things in his very long life, but even he's not heartless enough to separate a girl from her… er, pet. "No. Not at all. Just… strolling. Vigorously."

And for some reason, Dream seems amused by this, as if he is aware that Hob is lying and it's humorous to him. “Very well. Three days then, Aurora.”

She claps gleefully (like she's just won something grand) before wandering out of earshot to presumably tend to her dragon/dog, and Morpheus grants Hob a small smile when she's gone. "You need not have lied on that vile monstrosity's behalf, Hob Gadling."

"I didn't-"

"You indeed did. This is my realm. I know all that transpires within its borders."

There's a loud pop from where the girl and the dragon are, and when Hob swings his gaze over towards them, he sees a great quantity of smoke clearing rapidly away. 

"Obviously not, or else you'd know it was on your daughter's behalf that I stretched the truth a bit," Hob snarks back.

Aurora steps out of the cloud before plopping down on the ground, followed immediately by a small, fluffy… thing that comes running out from behind her, yapping loudly. Hob winces, thinking that he almost prefers that menacing roar from earlier to the high-pitched noise it's making now.  

"You utterly discarded the truth in this case, friend."

Hob crosses his arms over his chest in a defensive gesture. He can admit to feeling a little… well, hurt that Dream obviously hadn't bothered to inform him of his child, and despite that being referred to as a friend by this brooding pillock does make him slightly less upset, he's still angry. 

"Pets are important to children. I didn't want to see her lose one to your temper."

Little Aurora pulls a sketchbook and a container of pencils from the bag that Hob is absolutely positive she hadn't had with her before. Humming, she munches happily on something that Hob thinks might be crackers, and he is suddenly aware of the fact that someone must have taken the time to pack these for her. Hob, to preserve what little bit of his sanity he has remaining, is going to assume that it was this child's mother who'd done so since he can't for the life of him imagine this eternal god-like entity before him puttering around a kitchen and preparing snacks like a normal bloke. That might be more unbelievable than the dragon as far as Hob's concerned.

"Ah. I see," Dream tells him, and it sounds almost as if he's trying to be… kind? "Let me set your mind at ease then, Hob Gadling. Even were I willing to hurt my daughter and do away with that ghastly creature, my wife would never allow such a thing. So, you need not worry over the matter."

Hob feels himself go rigid. Did he just say….. "Wait a minute? Wife?"

"You are soon to wake, Hob."

"Oh, no, no, no," Hob protests, putting his hands up, palm out, towards Dream. "You need to explain to me what you mean by wife."

It's no use, though. Between one blink and the next, Hob is lurching from his sleep, the image of his stranger smirking at him still fresh in his mind. His breathing is heavy, and he's soaked through with sweat, enough so that he knows he's going to have to change the sheets today. Wearily, he scrubs a tired hand over his face, and he tells himself that all of that must have been some strange fever dream, after all. 

Reaching out for the bottle of water he keeps by his bed, Hob is alarmed to see a piece of paper folded and tucked there. He snatches it up, opening the thick parchment to reveal an array of hearts drawn and colored in what he thinks might be twenty different shades of crayon. The message at the bottom is done in a messy, childish scrawl, and it reads:

Deer Mr. Hob. It wuz nise to sea u. Visit agin turmeric, pleeze. 

And Hob Gadling, who'd once won immortality just with the questionable skill of being able to run his mouth, finds that in this case, he can only stare blankly at the invitation in complete silence.

NEXT CHAPTER

[zoeysdamn]

The Sandman Masterlist

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

There shall be night | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader | Serie | [COMPLETE]

||Angst | Slow burn | Mentions of blood, death and religious themes | smut (*)||

Synopsis: There used to be a time where gods were worshipped by mortals, way more than the modern times ever could. Those times were the era of temples and devoted beings, of prophecies and offerings. Back then in Ancient Greece, even before Dream of the Endless married Calliope, he discovered his first devotees.

Part.1

Part.2

Part.3

Part.4

Part.5 (*)

Part.6

Part.7

Part.8 (*)

Part.9

Part.10

Part.11

Part.12

Epilogue

Bonus parts: 

There shall be art | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader | One shot |

||Established relationship | Fluff||

Synopsis: On a rare day-off, Morpheus, his wife and Death are visiting a museum, recalling all the centuries they went throught.

[Read it here!]

Forget me not | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader (minor) | One shot |

||Established relationship | Fluff | Minor angst | brother-sister dynamic||

Synopsis: When Lyra the young daughter and Morpheus and (Y/N) accidently wanders in an unwelcoming part of the Dreaming, she finds herself encountering the darkest creatures of the realm. Among them, a familiar blonde nightmare with dark binoculars and a knack for threatening child’s bullies.

[Read it here!]

Terrible thing | Morpheus x fem!reader, Hob x fem!reader, Morpheus x Hob | Serie | [COMPLETE]

||Angst | Slow burn | Poly relationship | smut (*)||

Synopsis: The way he kissed her reminded her of how soft and naive she had been when she became someone's other. Not in a bad way though, and she responded to his passionate and gentle affection with equal fervor. She had been seeking Hob Gadling's company out of a hurt heart and hateful tears. Yet, why was every single of their kisses a painful reminder of the confusion where her heart belonged? None of theirs was truly free, and at some point they both knew it. So she closed her eyes, and against her better judgment let the vision of starry eyes fill her mind as Hob's warm hands cradled her close to him.

Prologue

Part.1

Part.2

Part.3 (*)

Part.4 (*)

Part.5

Part.6

Part.7

Part.8

Epilogue

Crack headcanons and thoughts

Dream of the Fab 

The Sandman x Hamilton crossover nobody asked for

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS OKAY

Cinnamon roll alignement chart 

Johanna, no 

Hob Gadling and the art of making immortal jokes

Confused™ Dream of the Endless

[kittttycakes]

I loved your hand kissing fic <33

would you mind writing another fluffy one? maybe forehead kisses with morpheus x hob x reader?

I can’t say no to more fluff! (And a tiny sprinkle of angst to get us there…)

On days when the world was simply too vast, when the chest labeled Loss in his heart threatened to crack open and spill names he had not spoken in a hundred years—Robyn, Eleanor—on those days, Hob found her, wherever she might be. When she could, she would stop, leaving the dishes undried, her book unread, work undone, to sit with him and allow him to rest his head at the join of her neck and shoulder.

He could not abide the self-pity he had seen in other immortals; living was the greatest gift he had ever been given, one he refused to give up. But that did not mean that there weren’t times where the weight of the thousands of days he had lived pressed down upon him just a bit more than they had the day before. It was only human, after all. Hob was, even now, still human.

He sighed, and turned his head, the length of his nose pressed to the warmth of her neck. He could smell her perfume, fainter now than it had been when she applied it before walking out the door that morning. Her hand rested gently on his head, her fingers occasionally carding through his hair. She had turned the volume down on the television when he sat beside her, but he could hear the faint comforting hum of it, the rise and fall of the voices from one of her programs providing just enough noise to soothe and lull.

They did not have to speak, like this. His breathing had fallen in line with her own, steady and even. She shifted slightly beneath him, just enough to tilt his head and place a kiss to his forehead, the smooth warmth of her lips pressing once against his brow. The feeling was not entirely gone, and would, one day, come back again, but Hob was content to stay there, his arm around her. The world, and the rest with it, could wait.

-

She hadn’t realized just how much of Hob’s behavior Morpheus noted and tucked away to try later until he slowly and carefully folded himself to her side, his head cradled in the valley of her shoulder. It was impressive enough that he had managed to so unobtrusively settle beside her; he was not unlike a cat, carefully slipping in unnoticed, before making itself at home as if it had always lived there.

Out of long habit, one hand came up to cradle his head gently, his hair soft as silk underneath her fingers. For a moment, she considered breaking the silence of the room; her now forgotten book dangled from her other hand, her thumb marking the page she had been reading. Before she could make up her mind, Morpheus sighed softly, the sound nearly inaudible, and all thoughts of speaking fled.

Did she need to know right then, after all? He would tell her later, or he wouldn’t, and she would find something like the truth from Matthew in a day or two. What mattered was the slight weight of him against her, the angular ball of his shoulder digging in to her side just slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to remind her that he was there.

He exhaled, his breath soft against her collarbone, an action that he did not need but an affectation that he kept for her, for Hob, not playing at humanity like one would a game, but playing as one would a role on the stage, trying out a part. She shifted beside him, turning just enough to slip into a position to press her lips to his temple, and when he turned his head, to his forehead, squarely in the center of it.

Morpheus stilled against her; when was the last time, she thought, that someone had kissed him like that? Not with any romantic intent, but just because he looked rather like he needed to be kissed? He relaxed, not as Hob did in incremental parts, but all at once, like matter changing state. His arm slipped around her, holding her close to him, and there she stayed, with her cheek resting against the top of his head, the two of them folded together like leaves in a book, wordless.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

any hcs for dream of the endless?

love your writing sm 🫶🫶

dream of the endless headcanons

the kingdom of dreams | warnings : me professing my undying love for morpheus, dream of the endless is bbg you can’t change my mind, he’s just a sad cat | a/n : contains smut so if you don’t like smut go fuck urself uwu🥺 (IM JOKING) | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | dream of the endless playlist

despite being perceived as cold and distant, he has a soft spot for people and wishes to be loved in return.

because he's literally billions of years old, he's definitely experienced🫣, but he's never experienced true love (its ok bbg i can love u💗)

he has an insane soft spot for you, and will do anything to protect you

ANYTHING

bbg needs love and affection, bro craves for it

he gets jealous very easily and you have to constantly remind him that you're there and will never leave him

very emotional but never lets it show (he just like me fr but i cant keep it in)

his love language is definitely words of affirmation

he loves to tell you how in love he is with you and loves when you tell him the same

not keen on pda, he prefers to show affection in private

bby is a loner and feels isolated even amongst others

though an ancient being, he too often struggles with insecurity

yk how it mentions he was cruel or whatever? he regrets it so much

stop hes my bbg i love him sm ill protect him with my life.

he fears loosing his sister death, as she is the only sibling of his he is remotely close to.

pookie was locked up for 100 years, he CRAVES physical intimicy

hes open to experimenting

tbh i dont think hes the type to enjoy rough sex, i think he would prefer it to be passionate and loving.

he likes it slow, he wants to take his time and feel every inch of you.

he likes to be dominant and to be dominated

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I just keep picturing Hob’s student’s reaction at seeing him meet with Dream and Dawn

Like they know Professor Gadling

Low key everybody’s favorite history professor; even people who have no interest in medieval history take his class

Tells the best stories, explaining the day in the life on your average peasant like he lived it himself

You be damned if you can find any sources though; he never names any and hand waves it away with, “part of learning history is to live it yourself”, whatever that means

He owns a pub that apparently his dad bought in the 80s

Has to be a trust fund kid since he’s always giving students discounts on drinks

But most importantly, he’s just a guy

There are days he wears sweat pants to lecture, he spills his coffee, he makes awkward jokes

He really is just this fucking guy

And YET

One day you’re exiting class and there waiting just outside the door are two of the most ethereal beings you have seen in you life

The guy is this tall, distinguished goth who is holding himself like he’s a god damn prince

Meanwhile the woman on his arm can only be described as radiant, like you’ve heard of people glowing but this feels unreal

And THEN Professor Gadling steps out, the woman detaches herself from the Goth’s arm and gives your professor a kiss on the cheek which has no right to be that suggestive

She then loops her arm with his, Professor Gadling and the Goth share a look and the three of them walk off together like they’re old friends

I mean, they’re fucking right? Like Professor Gadling is fucking at least one of them? When though? How did this happen?

Anyway, it’s dumb, but it makes me laugh