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You sighed contentedly as you watched the shooting stars fly in the dark night sky, making a wish as you did so. You wished that the Sandman or Sandy the Guardian of Dreams would love you back. You were also a Guardian as well. You were ( Your Name ) or ( Your Guardian Name ) the Guardian of ( Your Center ).
Long before you were chosen to be a Guardian by Manny or the Man in the Moon, you believed in every magical being alike like North or Santa Claus, Bunny or the Easter Bunny, Tooth or the Tooth Fairy, Sandy, and even Pitch or the Boogeyman.
You always loved it when Sandy gave you the most pleasant of dreams you always wanted whenever you were fast asleep. He also might be quiet, but he was also very protective of you and acted kindly and gently towards you. That is why you love him so much now.
On the day that you were chosen to join the Guardians, you were too afraid to tell him that however, and what you were afraid of the most was that he might not love you back, probably because he was to busy giving dreams to children, he might not even notice.
You let out another sigh, but that one was full of worry. Suddenly, you sensed someone sitting next to you. You turned and saw that it was only Sandy. He must be finished giving dreams to the kids for now you guessed.
"Hi Sandy," You said with the best casual and friendly smile you could think of. "It really is a nice night, isn't it?"
Sandy made golden sand pictures above his head that showed a waving hand and a crescent moon, meaning that he was saying hello to you back and agreeing that the night was very beautiful indeed.
This is it. It's now or never because you now have the best timing to finally tell Sandy how you really feel about him. Because if you don't tell him now, who knows when the next time to tell him will be? Probably never! So, here goes nothing.
You took a deep breath in then out before you said to Sandy, who just had his head turned to the skies, looking at the shooting stars with you, "Sandy?"
He turned back around to face you again with a golden question mark above his head, asking you, "What?"
You continued saying, "We've known each other for a long time now. I believed in you and the others ever since I was little, and-and... Ahem. Well, you and I are like best friends, and I was hoping if we could be more than just best friends, and, well, I-."
But before you could finish, Sandy gave you a light peck on the cheek, making you forget what you were just about to say. You blinked a few times before looking at a warmly smiling Sandy. Without thinking, you picked him up and kissed him on the lips as you held him, and as he held your face with his tiny hands as well. You two pulled away for to take a breath of air, before you finally confessed after all this time, blushing hard and really red like a rose, "I love you, Sandy."
Sandy showed a golden picture, each showing an eye, a heart, and the letter U, telling you that he loved you too. You suddenly felt sleepy, knowing that Sandy's golden dream sand must've rubbed off on you. You then laid down on the grass, now fast asleep. You dreamt that you and Sandy were together, making Sandy chuckle quietly as he watched before he gave you a loving and gentle kiss on your forehead.
Oh, it just goes to show that when you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are. And who you and Sandy are, are now lovers, now thanks to your own wishing.
Long before you were chosen to be a Guardian by Manny or the Man in the Moon, you believed in every magical being alike like North or Santa Claus, Bunny or the Easter Bunny, Tooth or the Tooth Fairy, Sandy, and even Pitch or the Boogeyman.
You always loved it when Sandy gave you the most pleasant of dreams you always wanted whenever you were fast asleep. He also might be quiet, but he was also very protective of you and acted kindly and gently towards you. That is why you love him so much now.
On the day that you were chosen to join the Guardians, you were too afraid to tell him that however, and what you were afraid of the most was that he might not love you back, probably because he was to busy giving dreams to children, he might not even notice.
You let out another sigh, but that one was full of worry. Suddenly, you sensed someone sitting next to you. You turned and saw that it was only Sandy. He must be finished giving dreams to the kids for now you guessed.
"Hi Sandy," You said with the best casual and friendly smile you could think of. "It really is a nice night, isn't it?"
Sandy made golden sand pictures above his head that showed a waving hand and a crescent moon, meaning that he was saying hello to you back and agreeing that the night was very beautiful indeed.
This is it. It's now or never because you now have the best timing to finally tell Sandy how you really feel about him. Because if you don't tell him now, who knows when the next time to tell him will be? Probably never! So, here goes nothing.
You took a deep breath in then out before you said to Sandy, who just had his head turned to the skies, looking at the shooting stars with you, "Sandy?"
He turned back around to face you again with a golden question mark above his head, asking you, "What?"
You continued saying, "We've known each other for a long time now. I believed in you and the others ever since I was little, and-and... Ahem. Well, you and I are like best friends, and I was hoping if we could be more than just best friends, and, well, I-."
But before you could finish, Sandy gave you a light peck on the cheek, making you forget what you were just about to say. You blinked a few times before looking at a warmly smiling Sandy. Without thinking, you picked him up and kissed him on the lips as you held him, and as he held your face with his tiny hands as well. You two pulled away for to take a breath of air, before you finally confessed after all this time, blushing hard and really red like a rose, "I love you, Sandy."
Sandy showed a golden picture, each showing an eye, a heart, and the letter U, telling you that he loved you too. You suddenly felt sleepy, knowing that Sandy's golden dream sand must've rubbed off on you. You then laid down on the grass, now fast asleep. You dreamt that you and Sandy were together, making Sandy chuckle quietly as he watched before he gave you a loving and gentle kiss on your forehead.
Oh, it just goes to show that when you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are. And who you and Sandy are, are now lovers, now thanks to your own wishing.
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I agree. Compared to Jack Frost x readers, there is barely any Sandy x Readers. I wish there was more. XD Oh well. Lovely work. X3