Idea for when the spirit moves you: reader asks Morpheus if they can decorate the palace for Christmas and do Christmas things like watch the nutcracker and other Christmas movies and listen to Christmas music, hot chocolate in front of the fire, snow things and dream pouts and pretends to be brooding but he’s soft and loves it
Christmas Lover
Dream of the Endless x Reader
Summary: Now that you had access to the largest hall ever and a supplier of all your dreams, nothing was going to stop you from enacting the Christmas you have been dreaming of since you were a child.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Matthew the "Grinch" Raven, gender neutral!reader, reader is the type of person that plays Christmas music in september (auto jail), fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this took a while to get back to but i have only one (1) assignment left SO I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT AW YIS LETS GET IT I hope you like it baby <3 honestly dream could have been broodier in this but he's mostly clueless and just happy to be here AHHAHAHAH
Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
"Boss, I think you should know something."
Dream doesn't spare him a glance.
But then Matthew says your name.
Suddenly, Dream is all ears.
The raven sighs, "I don't know how to say it."
"Say it clearly, say it plainly-- no matter how bad it may be."
"... ... ... you're dating a Christmas Lover™."
"..."
"and I don't mean how everyone likes Christmas, I mean the kind that-"
Last Christmas by Wham! starts playing in the background.
"THAT'S what I mean!"
"No, it's the wrong color, babe. It needs to be more blue."
Dream conjures blue Christmas lights.
"NO! I don't actually mean they should be blue. You know how in the color spectrum, some colors have a more blue hue, some have a more yellow-"
Dream conjures the same golden Christmas lights, but in a more 'blue' hue.
"That's not enough."
Dream changes it.
"Okay, now that's too much."
Dream releases a breath. Matthew squawks from the ceiling. Dream eyes him, hearing the faint 'I told you so' he muttered. Once he turns to me, his stern expression melts and he releases another breath. Out of nothing, he creates and gives me a clicker. I look at it as he places it in my hands.
"Whatever you think of will materialize after you press this button," he mutter as he clasps my hand, "but you must be careful not to-"
I do not let him finish as I think of a life size music box that was playing The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy while a dancing ballerina spins with the music.
My jaw drops and I fall to my knees when it appears before my eyes.
Dream grabs my hands and sinks down to me in concern, "my love-"
"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!" I exclaim grabbing his face, giving him an excited pouty look. I sniffle out of exaggeration then place a kiss on his shocked face before pulling him in my arms, "thank you, thank you, thank you-"
"That was the worst thing you could have ever done, ever! Like, ever! Like, in like the entire history of the Drea-"
"You have not seen the entire history of the Dreaming, bird."
Matthew turns to his master from his shoulder, where he was perched on. He watches the Endless' fond expression grow in the subtle way only one as he was ever capable of.
Matthew also watches as one of the HUGE toy solider nutcrackers begins to topple over because of how it was being hugged. Why were you hugging the nutcracker anyway? It's not like you conjured it up to be super soft and huggable.
I look up at the massive wooden statuette and feel my pulse quicken as I realize it was falling down on me. I let out a scream and attempt to flee, but then I feel hundreds of thousands of pieces of popcorn shower me. I catch my breath and look at the popped kernels around me. I turn to Dream, who was already looking at me.
"Popcorn!" I grin, pulling one out of my hair, putting it into my mouth, "and it tastes nice!"
Dream smiles back at me. He barely mutters, "does this great joy come badly to you, Matthew?"
Matthew sighs, "love is blind."
"What is that horrible smell?"
I perk up and heavily start sniffing the air, "oh my gosh."
Dream watches me zoom across the place.
Matthew takes flight, tailing me, "why do I feel like this has Christmas spirit written all over it?"
I reach the annex in the Dreaming that I conjured up, my temporary Christmas kitchen, and find, indeed, that what would have been my Bûche de Noël was now burning.
I cough when I pull the thing out of the oven, charred, smoking. It brings tears to my eyes for 2 reasons, #1, it smelled horrible, #2, I just ruined Christmas.
"What is the meaning of this?"
I turn with teary eyes to Dream, who comes up to me and grabs my face.
"I just ruined Christmas!"
Matthew eyes me from the 100 layers of blankets my head was barely sticking out of. I had been crying about my cake, as one does after ruining it. He hands me another tissue with his beak. I struggle to pull out my hand from the blankets but end up getting the paper from him.
I blow my nose.
Matthew sighs, "I'm pretty sure Christmas can't be ruined by a burnt cake."
"You don't get it, Matthew. This is Dream's first Christmas. All the best memories I have growing up was during the holidays and I just failed in sharing this thing I love so much by not being able to do the only thing I did myself for him."
"Yeah, but-"
"Everything up until this point was made by his powers," I sniffle, "and yeah, I used the clicker to get the ingredients for it, but I baked that cake! Except I didn't," I sigh, "It's my mom's recipe! I feel like I'm with her, being hugged by her, when I eat it... and I ruined it."
"... ... I didn't realize Christmas meant so much to you."
I snort, "yeah, you just think I'm crazy."
"I never said that."
"You didn't have to, it's written all over your-"
"I have these," Dream cuts in, holding a bunch of things in his hands. DVD cases. "I checked the archive of your memories and compiled all the films you loved watching growing up."
Dream sits next to me, eyeing the 1000 layers of blankets between us, then shows me the cases.
I begin to feel my chest constrict. I pout, "you did this for me?"
Dream's brows knit at my expression. He stiffens. He leans in, but is hindered by the 10000 layers of blankets. He clears his throat, "of course."
"Alright," Matthew decides, flying over to his master, "I see a Barbie film," he swoops in and grabs the CD, "we're watching a Barbie film."
I break into a grin and curl deeper into my blankets.
I notice how Dream uncomfortably shifts beside me 100000 blankets, so I offer, "do you want to cuddle?"
Dream looks at me, somehow shocked my the idea.
I struggle to open the blanket, but I eventually make room for him. I immediately latch on his arm and snuggle on his shoulder, giggling the way I always have on Christmas day, "I love Christmas cuddles!"
Dream pulls me close to him, looking down at my large grin, "I conclude the same for myself."
"Hey, Dream!" I raise my hands up and get to my tippy toes, "do you know what this is?"
Dream looks at the thing I struggled to bring overhead. He places a hand on my side, so I do not topple over because of my stretching. He looks down at me, tilting his head, "I believe this is another Christmas tradition I will promptly learn about."
I grin and nod, "this is called mistletoe."
"Mistletoe," he nods back as he grabs the thing from my hand and holds it over our heads himself, "and you must hold it like this?"
I chuckle, falling flat on my feet, as I snake my arms around him, "yeah, not really, but something really special happens when two people are underneath a mistletoe."
"And what is that?"
"They must, with absolutely no exceptions whatsoever, EVER, kiss."
Dream's eyes crinkle, "I see."
"NOT ON MY WATCH, FOOLS!" Matthew crows as he grabs the mistletoe from Dream's hand. He turns over, seeing it was all for naught as the two share a kiss anyway, "ew."
Matthew croaks when he finds himself in a cage, "oh, come on!"
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[6:07 p.m]
the first of december was special for your family. to celebrate the beginning of december, winter, and the christmas season, you were used to the tradition of drinking hot chocolate on this day as a form of welcome.
this year went on with a little surprise as you went downstairs when your mom called you, to be found with your brother's best friend, jaemin, drinking cocoa among your family.
you surely weren't expecting the sight you found in your house's living room, not only because of jaemin but mostly because everyone was wearing ugly christmas sweaters except you.
you politely greeted him, only to discreetly go sit next to your mom and ask her what was happening.
"oh, didn't your brother tell you?" she asked you in surprise. "jaemin's parents aren't in the city right now, so he invited him to stay the day with us."
"what about the sweaters then?" you still didn't understand what all of this was about, and you started to feel a little down as you felt excluded by your own family.
"it's my parents' tradition." jaemin, who seemed to have been eavesdropping on your conversation, intervened to explain. "your mom said all of you would do it for me too, so i wouldn't feel alone."
"oh." was all you could manage to get out of your mouth.
so, jaemin who quickly caught on to your feelings and didn't want you to feel bad because of him, took off his sweater and gave it to you.
"you can have it." he smiled at you with the kindest smile you had ever seen.
after that gentle gesture, you couldn't say no, and when he turned away to your brother, you unconsciously brought it to your nose. the scent that filled your nostrils warmed your insides and made you think that you could get used to seeing jaemin more often this december.
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