Hangman *notices Bradley Continually Glancing Over At Y/N*: What Are You Looking At?

Hangman *notices Bradley continually glancing over at Y/N*: What are you looking at?

Bradley: Nothing.

Hangman: You ever going to tell her how you feel?

Bradley *looking at Y/N from across the bar* I’m this close to falling in love with her.

Hangman: Your fingertips are touching. 

Bradley: Exactly.

Saw Your Mind

Pairing: Morpheus (The Sandman) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Demonic possession, swearing

Summary: When Morpheus is imprisoned, the only power he has left is entering the mind of one single human. He tries to let them go when he is released, but eventually accepts his desire to keep them around after they get taken over by a demon

Can't get out. Can't get out. Can't get out.

Waking up in a cold sweat, (Y/N) breathed deeply. Trying to get their heart to stop racing, trying to fight the desperation and fear in their body. It always happened, feeling like they were in someone else's mind. Feeling their feelings and experiencing this horrible sense of helplessness. Until (Y/N) woke up and felt like they had just broke through the surface of water. Or on the especially bad days, feeling like they were fighting through quicksand.

Another night, another nightmare seeing... being... a strange man whenever (Y/N) fell asleep. They had tried everything, pills, therapy, hypnosis, but it wouldn't stop. And they didn't expect it to, it had gotten to the point where they had accepted it.

And then it stopped. Suddenly, as if it had never happened, the nightmares were over.

Their therapist congratulated them on getting through a "rough patch", their family told them how relieved they should be. But... the main thing they now felt was loneliness. The man from the dreams was gone now, and (Y/N) couldn't completely tear their thoughts away from him. Ages of being connected to him whenever they dreamed, the strongest connection of their life. Now that the connection was gone and (Y/N) felt like they were missing a part of themself.

So... thus restarted the process of acceptance. They tried to adjust. It was the only thing they could do. Ignoring when they thought they could feel him, or see him out of the corner of their eye.

Until the moment where they couldn't ignore it any longer.

***

Standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. Periodically checking their watch. The same day as always. But as their eyes flickered over the cars around them, their attention was caught by a figure standing across the street.

(Y/N)'s breath caught in their throat as they recognized him. Not by his appearance, they had never seen him before. But the severed connection had returned when they looked at him. It was the dream man, they could feel it. It was obvious to them.

Acting purely on their instincts, they stepped towards him. Desperate to get closer and figure out what was happening. (Y/N) knew he shouldn't be real, knew that he shouldn't be there.

Standing in front of the road, they had just been about to run across it when a car passed them suddenly. Stumbling backwards, their attention was stolen by the car for a moment. But when they looked back, the man was gone.

"No.. no..." They gasped. Wind whipped over their face as they stepped out onto the road. He couldn't disappear again. Not again.

The mind numbingly loud noise of a car horn in front of them was their warning as the car got closer. But a hand grabbed their arm before they could be crushed, pulling them away from the road.

"Are you stupid?" The man from her dreams asked harshly with a raised voice, staring at her with an angry intensity. "What were you thinking?"

"It's you." (Y/N) couldn't believe it. "You're real."

The anger slipped slightly from his face at those words, and they had a chance to look at him properly. Pale skin, the darkest hair they had ever seen on a person, angular features. He could even be called beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful, that is.

"Yes." He told them, hand still gripping their arm as he stood over them. His voice was deep and powerful, like they would imagine a king's or a god's would be. "And so are you."

"But you were in my dreams. You were..."

"I was, and I'm truly sorry for that." Despite the power he exuded, he looked so sad, so tired. "I never meant for that to happen."

(Y/N) had many questions, starting with the one they had wondered since the nightmares began. "Who are you?”

"Dream. I'm Dream of the Endless."

"Dream, as in...? Of the what?"

"Call me Morpheus." He told them, finally letting go of them and stepping away. "I just came here to..." He paused, body tense as he let out a breath through closed teeth."I needed to see if you existed in this world. Or just in my head."

It was exactly what they had been wondering, which was why they panicked when he continued to speak. "And you are, so you won't have to see me anymore."

"Wait, what? Won't have to see you?" They had finally gotten to speak to him, and now he was talking like he was going to disappear off the face of the earth. "No! I need answers, you can't just..."

"I'm sorry." He cut through her words, and just disappeared.

They tried to speak, tried to force words out. But they just couldn't. Was this another nightmare? They pinched themself, confirming that they were really there. Was this a mental break? Possibly.

They walked home in a daze, not even bothering with their earlier plans. How could they go about their day when faced with the unexplained?

***

It had been almost a month since meeting Morpheus, and things had gotten back to normal. (Y/N) hadn't felt his presence for a while. Hadn't seen him since the bus stop.

Honestly, there was a certain relief to that. Chalking the meeting up as a mental break from a lack of sleep and returning to normal. Meeting friends for lunch, going to work, living life.

The only downside was the fact that they had lost the heightened sense of  awareness. They never felt the presence anymore. So, when they entered their seemingly empty apartment, they didn't notice the feeling of someone else in the room.

Until the figure snuck behind them, a hand covered their mouth. The first sensation they felt was terror, the second sensation was the feeling of their body being taken over. A malevolent force burrowing inside of them and shut (Y/N) away in their own mind.

***

Morpheus left as soon as he heard the news, hoping and wishing that he would manage to get there before it was too late. Death had been somewhere behind him, but he couldn't take the time to check that she was still there.

"Demon." He called out, glad that there was no desperation in his voice. Only imperious harshness. "Where are you?”

"Lord of dreams. What do you want?" The evil spirit using (Y/N) voice spoke from behind him. Dream turned to look at him. The figure looked like the human, but lacked the spirit and life that typified mankind. It was one of the things he respected most about humans. There was a bruise on (Y/N)' face, most likely from the original possession and Morpheus couldn't help but feel a deep rage at the sight of their injury.

"Let them go." Morpheus commanded, not taking his eyes off the demon-(Y/N). No matter how much he wanted to look away from the evil look that twisted their face. "They are until my protection.”

The demon growled at him, debating whether to listen. "Fine." It said, obviously deciding that the human wasn’t worth the effort. It dragged itself out of (Y/N), as Morpheus made sure they would survive the process.

“Get out of here.” He told the demon when it left his human’s body. “If I find any of your kind near this human again.”

The demon hissed at Morpheus’s threat, disappearing into the night.

(Y/N) fell to the floor as they were freed, gasping for breath. There was a wild, cornered animal look in their eyes as they looked around their apartment. Finally their eyes focused on him, and they appeared to calm down slightly as they realized who he was.

“What…?” They started.

But Death, having just arrived and was standing behind (Y/N), interrupted they helpfully. “You were possessed by a demon.” She said, her voice kind.

But (Y/N), shocked by her sudden appearance, scrambled to their feet. “That the hell is?” They asked, voice tinged with fear as she stared at the beautiful being.

Death smiled kindly at them, very aware of how stressed they were. "It's alright, I'm a friend."

"Friend?" (Y/N) scoffed, hands balled into fists. "Who the hell was that freak? Who are you?"

"I'm death."'

The human sucked in a breath. "Am I dead?"

"No." The woman laughed warmly. "Don't worry about that."

"Yes, your life is still in your hands." Morpheus appeared beside them. He nodded at Death, obviously familiar with her.

The mixture of fear and confusion was causing (Y/N) to quickly start loosing their patience "Can someone just tell me what's going on?!" Their voice was raised, desperate. Pulling in the attention of the two powerful beings.

Morpheus looked at them with a raised eyebrow, before all three of them somehow ended up in a completely new location in a burst of sand.

"Okay, what the fuck?" (Y/N) asked, slack jawed. Despair laughed, standing beside them.

"This is my realm." Morpheus told them, gesturing around. "And that freak, as my sister told you, was a demon."

“Demon? Sister? Realm? Does this have something to do with how I could see you in my dreams?”

Morpheus nodded. Death stepped closer to (Y/N), putting her hand on their shoulder. "I'll leave you two to talk." She whispered to them. "I have work to do." She disappeared, seeming like she had never been there in the first place.

There was silence for a moment, (Y/N) taking in the sight of the realm and the supernatural being in front of them. "So?" They finally said, looking at the brooding man.

He sighed, sitting down. "When I was imprisoned, I tried all I could to escape. But in those attempts, I found that while I could enter your dreams as you slept, you were too far from myself to facilitate my escape. Not to make contact, just observe. Avoid my prison for a few hours each night. I watched for a time, but when I realized that you saw my mind when I saw yours... I knew I had to stop. For your safety, your sanity."

"And you got free?"

He nodded. "I came to see if you were just my mind playing tricks on me. But I thought you would be safer if I left you alone. I won't make that mistake again."

"Make that mistake again? What are you, gonna follow me around for the rest of your life? Fuck, no. I don't need this. My life was fine before you turned up!" (Y/N) was angry, bordering on furious. He had already taken over their life once, to the point where they had walked into traffic just to get a better glimpse of him. She wouldn't just let him take over her life again.

"You're human. Now that more powerful being know that you are important to me, there will be a target on your back." He reasoned with them, standing up and stepping closer.

"I can't just throw everything away." Their stubbornness began to fade as they remembered the terrifying nightmare man. They were beginning to feel just as trapped as they had in Morpheus's mind.

He rested a hand on their arm. He seemed like he was trying to comfort, but he was much to closed off for that. Too distant. "That won’t be necessary. It's just until I can fix things."

Of course if Morpheus was honest with himself, he would admit that he didn't like the idea of leaving (Y/N) alone after everything was over. Humans were so fragile, and he wasn't happy with the idea that his - that the human would get hurt again.

He only hoped that by the time that he had dealt with all of the problems his imprisonment caused, his loss of respect from Lucifer and consequentially the loss of the the demons respect as well, (Y/N) would understand that benefits of staying close to him. He would let them go if they truly wanted it, he would let them make their own choices.

But a part of him wanted them to chose him.

have some husband/father rooster headcanons

bradley being fiercely protective of those he loves is very on brand

he can take personal insults people may throw at him, but heaven forbid anyone say anything about his wife or babies

he's been known to get into physical fights with people who've made inappropriate comments about his wife, and rest assured, he will defend her with whatever it takes

he isn't above saying things like "apologize to her or i'll beat it out of you" and that usually does the trick, the person stumbles over themselves to apologize

but when it comes to his kids? god help anyone who dares badmouth or mistreat his kids. we're talking an "i will rain hellfire upon you" type of attitude

his kids grow up knowing that they have an ally in their daddy; that he will always stick up for them no matter what

once a teacher at school made a baseless accusation toward bradley's son, nick

and you'd best believe he was in that man's face, saying "don't you ever accuse my son again unless you have definitive proof"

"are you threatening me, mr. bradshaw?"

"you're goddamn right i'm threatening you. no one comes for my children and gets away with it"

the teacher never picks on nick again

and when nick asks his dad about it, bradley says, "i will always stick up for you, kid. don't you ever forget that"

in conclusion, i pity anyone who dares come for those he loves, because rooster bradshaw won't hesitate, bitch

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw fanfic is up on Wattpad if anyone would like to check it out! @ autogirls

she's a 10 but she's constantly day dreaming ab a fictional man railing her.

Running (Part 1)

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

TW: Anxiety, past abuse, stalking, mentions of sex but no actual smut.

Summary: You ran across the country to the place you knew you’d be the safest- with Maverick on a Navy base somewhere in California. Your plan was to lay low until the coast was clear - but then you met Bradley Bradshaw. 

Will you be able to escape the man who was determined to find you? Will you be able to keep Bradley safe? To fall in love again? 

PART TWO

Authors note: Holy shit, this has been a fun one to write. Please enjoy!

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