#couldn't decide between the colour and b&w so both it is!

[adelphenium]

a quick break from the usual hockeys with several other sportsblrs :0

[countlessrealities]

@dynamoprotocol sent: 🔥 Morty vs Summer Multimuse grape vine - Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B

Summer's eyes light up with a glint of malicious amusement at the request, lips curling in a matching smug grin. She doesn't need a pretext to roast her brother, he gives her plenty of chances on a weekly basis. However, it's still good to have a chance to go all out with it.

"Calling Morty out? Oh, this is far too easy." But that doesn't make it less fun or, especially, less deserved. "The only hard part is deciding where to start from because, like, he pulls so much stupid and gross shit. And he's shameless about it, even if he should be beyond ashamed."

The words gained her a glare from the younger teen, but she pretends not to have noticed.

"I lost counts of the times when we walked on him jerking off around the house. It's disgusting enough that he's such a horny perv, but he could, like, keep it to his bedroom." An eyeroll, followed by a scowl. "And he even admitted that he thinks about my friends! He sees a cute girl and his hormones go into overdrive. He even has a thing for my girlfriend. Gross."

She has been magnanimous enough not to mention it to Salomé (@hvbris) so far, but if he pisses her off too much, she just might.

"And he's always stealing my stuff." She starts counting on her fingers. "My lotions, my shampoos, some of my clothes." A glare in Morty's direction. "Because yeah, bro, I saw you wearing my jacket on one of your dates with your boyfriend."

Just as she has seen the other Morty (@advnterccs) wearing her counterpart's stuff. Two little freaks, the pair of them. They really deserve each other.

"And don't get me started on how he always, like, goes to Grandpa Rick for everything. He justifies it as being his 'best friend' and 'adventure partner'," she air-quotes the words as she speaks them, "but the truth is that he's a creepy little Grandpa's boy who'd do anything just because Rick asks him to. Even, like, climbing up into alien asses or whatever."

She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's toxic codependency up to the next level, right there. Even doctor Wong said it, so I'm, like, totally right about it. And it goes so well with his anger issues...not."

"A-Are you done, S-Summer?!" Morty snaps, cutting her off before the girl can go on. "B-Because I have a lot of shit to say a-about you too, y-you know?"

His face is a couple of shades redder than it normally is, flushed with both anger and embarrassment. This is hardly the first time that his sister humiliates him in front of other people, but she makes sure to be extra nasty each time.

"S-Should we talk about how y-you make friends with people only based on t-their popularity at school? B-Because otherwise you'll be just a weirdo an-and no one would date you or-or invite you to parties?" He shoves a finger in her chest. "An-And you let them walk all over you, l-like Tricia! S-She stole your boyfriend an-and you're still hanging out with her b-because she's one of the popular girls! N-No wonder you always get dumped, y-you just care about your social status!"

He knows that Summer will get back at him for this, but in that moment he couldn't have care less.

"An-And oh, you say that stuff about m-me and Rick, but the truth is tha-that you're jealous because I always hang out with him, w-while you're the second choice. H-He goes out with you only when I-I can't or when we're fighting. Y-You're just a replacement an-and you hate it."

That's a low blow, but since she has bitched about his anger issues, now she has to deal with them.

"An-And what about how you drink behind Mom's back? O-Or how you're stoned half of the time b-because you can't handle not being special? O-Or all the times you pissed your pants?! M-Maybe you should start wearing other colours, b-because white stains easily, y-you know?"

Summer growls and leans down in the same moment Morty pushes himself up a little, leaving just a few inches between their matching scowls.

"At least I can get decent grades at school, and I don't try to spy under girls' skirts!"

"Tha-That was one time! B-But sure, let's go with that. A-At least I didn't take Rick's invisibility belt t-to go creep in some hot guy's room!"

"I'm not the one who makes a fool of myself every time I open my mouth!"

"W-Well, I'm not the one who...who cries in the bathroom b-because someone outshined her a-at some stupid party!"

"At least I didn't shit on the carpet thinking that I was about to die pooping out some alien egg! You're so gross!"

"W-Wh...Hey, tha-that wasn't just me! R-Rick did it too!"

"Oh, there you go, bringing Grandpa into it! You're, like, obsessed with him and his crap! And who has to clean up after you two when you mess up? Me! Even if you're a pair of ungrateful jerks!"

"Oh, b-because you don't bully me at every chance you get? Y-You even told some of our schoolmates tha-that I'm adopted because y-you didn't want to be related to me!"

"Well, can you blame me when..."

"A-Alright, chill out, both of you. J-Jesus, this was supposed to be an ask, n-not the fuckin' Divine Comedy," Rick cuts in, grabbing Morty by the collar and dragging him away from Summer. "Y-You can go back tearing each other apart another time. I-I need Morty for a thing. L-Later, Sum-Sum."

And with that, Rick starts dragging the boy towards the garage. Morty lets him without much of a struggle, but he still flips the bird at her sister, who returns the gesture with equal heat.

"Have fun swimming in alien rotten guts, loser!"

"F-Fuck you, Summer!"

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But if you'll really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm

Bonus black and white version:

[tgtbata]

tozer/little for @zevons‘ birthday 💕

[viperbarnes]

First -- [1/6]

[B. Barnes]

Hold

Summary: Bucky decides that the last time doesn’t matter, because this was the first time with you, and that's far more important.

Notes: I'm gonna write a bunch of these 'firsts' w/ Bucky. THE HEADER GIF IS NOT INDICATIVE OF THE READER'S RACE. I just couldn't find any applicable gifs. Reader is intended as a woman of colour, all are welcome to read.

Words: 700

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Bucky’s hands definitely aren’t sweating.

First of all, one of them was physically incapable of doing so in the first place, and second of all, if they were, he wasn’t acknowledging their traitorous behaviour.

The collar of his shirt itches at his neck, and he tugs it aside slightly to relieve the discomfort, only to enter into an existential crisis over if he should have worn a t-shirt at all. His mind starts to spiral, but before he can start eyeing the stores around him and checking the time to see how long he had to work with, a gentle hand lays against his forearm.

“Bucky? Hi!”

His head snaps down to look at you, and it’s like all at once his brain goes quiet.

“I’m sorry I’m a little late…” You smile apologetically. Bucky hadn’t realised you’d been late at all, in fact, he doesn’t actually think you are.

“Hey,” He returns your smile with far more warmth than he thought himself capable of, and finds himself a little taken aback with how quickly all his anxiety gets sapped away by just looking at you.

“Thanks for coming.” He tells you, and feels immediately dumb for it, but you just chortle, cocking your head. You’re forced to step a little closer to him when the crowd becomes a little thicker, threatening to sweep you away with it, and it’s then he realises your hand still lay on his arm.

“‘Course. Which one is it?” You ask, eyes briefly leaving his to track down the busy Brooklyn thoroughfare, at the various shops bustling with people.

He’s thankful for your prompting, otherwise he may never have remembered to stop staring at you and actually take you coffee.

“Ah, it’s over here…” You begin to move together down the sidewalk, and Bucky feels disappointment rush through him when your hand drops from his arm at last. He knows this is only a first date, that he shouldn’t expect a physical closeness that came with time, but his arm tingles where you’d touched him, like radio static.

The crowded nature of the street makes it hard to walk side-by-side at points, and he nearly loses you twice before he decides that first date or not, it was just more convenient to—

Your hand curls around the bottom of his sleeve as you catch up with where he’d paused for you, and his heart does somersaults in his chest. You look a little bewildered and amused by the heaviness of the foot traffic, and when he gently tugs his sleeve from your hold, so that he can place his hand at your back, you move even closer than before, and let out a tinkling laugh.

“We need a rope between us or something!” You say. Bucky hums, hyper aware of his fingers splayed against your back, enjoying the sensation of touching you.

“Next time we lose each other, I’ll yell ‘Marco’, you say ‘Polo’.” He grins down at you. You return the smile, but raise your brows playfully.

“Or,” You begin, coming to a stop beside him at the traffic lights.

“You can just hold my hand.” You suggest, lifting said hand and wiggling your fingers. Bucky pauses, looking at the delicate, far smaller appendage for a moment.

One more, he decides that he doesn’t care if this is only your first real date. Bucky was smitten already, had been for a while.

He moves his hand from your back to capture your own, dropping both more comfortably to your sides as your fingers link up, and he tries to remember the last time he’d felt this kind of hold. He can’t though, not because he’d never done it, but because it had just been that long.

You squeeze his hand a little, and glance up at him bashfully. For all your confidence in suggesting it, he’s pleased to see you’re just as affected, and he gives you a light squeeze back, lips curling at the corners, unable to keep the smile from his face.

Bucky decides that the last time doesn’t matter, because this was the first time with you, and that’s far more important.

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[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Pillow Riding- Jeongin X Hyunjin.

Our love stay boy is back!!!

Note: I wrote this while half asleep so I hope it’s okay. Sorry if there are any mistakes or typos.

Trigger warning: praise kink, corruption kink, embarrassed Jeongin.

Plot: Jeongin is innocent and doesn’t know what’s happening so when his friend finds him he kindly offers a helping hand.

Jeongin's face was flushed red. He was alone in the dorm laying face down on his bed squirming, begging for this sensation to just go away. Recently he had been avoiding the rest of the members he had been feeling too.... strange? This was the problem, Jeongin didn't know how he felt. For the past week his body has been feeling hot and his stiff cock ached endlessly but he didn't know why.

He was too embarrassed to ask any of his friends. But no matter how hard he tried the feeling wouldn't go away. A soft whimper left his lips as he changed positions, his cock rutting up against the mattress sending waves of pleasure through his body. Maybe he should keep doing that? Experimentally he grinded his hips back against the mattress once again letting out a breathy moan. Pants left his slightly parted lips as he continued this movement before deciding he needed more. Without thinking he picked up a pillow from the floor before folding it in half and stripping from his boxers. God if anyone walked in on him now. He mounted the pillow and began to rock back and fourth. He didn't know why it felt so good but he never wanted to stop. He picked up his pace yelping when a white liquid squirted from his Cock, but he didn't stop.

"Innie I heard a noise are-"

Hyunjin burst through the room, cheeks reddening at the sight of Jeongin sweaty and panting on top of a pillow... but it wasn't just any pillow. It was Hyunjin's.

Jeongin immediately hid under the covers throwing the pillow at Hyunjin without thinking.

The man catches it shocked when he feels the sticky substance.

"I uh... did you cum on my pillow?"

He hated to admit this but he was getting more and more turned on by the second.

"Cum? What's cum?"

The innocent words left the maknae's lips.

Hyunjin knew that the boy was innocent but he never thought he was THAT innocent.

The elder smirked walking towards the bed where Jeongin was hiding with his red face hidden amongst pillows.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke the maknae's hair.

"Innie do you want to explain to me what you were doing hm? I can help you to understand things. How does that sound?"

The shy boy sat up still covered by the duvet hugging his hands around his knees.

"It's really embarrassing b-but it was um, well it was hard down there and it ached and I tried to get it to go away so I started moving my hips into the mattress and it felt good s- so I got a pillow and did it on there. Then something white came out. Is something wrong with me?"

Hyunjin could feel himself growing hard at the boys innocence.

"You were horny Innie."

His voice purred.

"H horny?"

"Hmm yeah, that's why you were hard down there. When you grinded your cock onto the pillow it felt good that's why you got cum everywhere. But it's rather naughty of little Innie for making a mess all over my pillow."

The younger boy blushed again as he heard his friends words and he could feel his own length growing again.

He shifted trying to relieve the feeling and Hyunjin instantly noticed what was happening.

"What's wrong Innie?"

Hyunjin inched closer to the boy who looked down squirming.

"It's happening again ."

His voice was a whimper.

"Do you want my help babyboy?"

The younger just nodded.

"Use your words."

"P please help me Hyunjinnie."

That's all he needed to hear.

He instantly attached his lips to the youngers causing his eyes to widen in shock before he melted into the kiss. Their tongues hungrily danced together as soft whimpers left Jeongin's mouth.

His entire body burned with embarrassment and lust.

The elder trailed wet messy kisses all over the maknae's neck. Sucking gently on his sweet spot leaving a bright red hicky.

"H-hmm Jinnie T that feels good."

The boy moaned out at the feeling before Hyunjin looked up smirking at him.

"I can make you feel even better babyboy."

He licked a small stripe over the boys nipple before taking the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirling around it causing the bottom to Yelp out.

As he worked his mouth on Jeongin's left nipple his fingers flicked at the right making sure they both equally got the same attention.

The younger began to squirm. At this point his cock was achingly hard again.

Hyunjin noticed the boys desperation, placing a kiss on his chest he purred

" look how cute your little cock is Innie, so hard and leaking all for me."

He blushed, his friends words made him feel dirty but in the best way and he craved more.

"J- Jinnie I need more."

He didn't even know what he was begging for but he needed to release.

"Be patient baby, get on your hands and knees."

The younger obeyed his orders gasping as he felt strong hands cupping his ass and spreading the cheeks apart.

"H- Hyunjin . Don't look there it's embarrassing."

He felt exposed but all thoughts of embarrassment left his mind when he felt something wet circle his hole.

The elder was lapping at the boys rim making sure it was wet enough for what was soon to come.

Jeongin bit his lip trying to hide the moans that threatened to spill out.

After a while of teasing, the long haired male pulled away admiring the way the maknae's tight pink hole clenched around nothing.

"Did little Innie like that hm?"

All he could do was whimper in response.

"Cute." Hyunjin giggled before demanding the younger to suck, placing two fingers in his hot mouth.

The sight was completely lewd. The way Jeongin's plump pink lips wrapped around the elders long fingers, salava dripping down his chin and his tongue swirling around the two digits.

"That's enough."

He pulled his spit covered fingers from his mouth before rubbing them around his entrance.

His hole pulsed as Hyunjin slowly pressed the two fingers in, carefully scissoring the male out as he slowly became undone.

"Mh you take my fingers so well kitten. I wonder how well your tight little hole will take my cock."

Jeongin shuddered at the pet name, his mind clouded with confusion and lust. He didn't know what was happening but he knew he didn't want it to stop.

"Jinnie, W-why does it feel so good having your fingers In me?"

The maknae questioned between whimpers.

"This will feel even better."

With those words Hyunjin removed his fingers before placing his cock at the boys entrance.

He pushed in slowly, groaning at the tight warmness around his length.

"Ugh god Innie you are so fucking tight."

He began to rock his hips at a slow pace letting the younger adjust.

"J- Jinnie it hurts."

The pain of being stretched out around the elders thick cock made the youngers eyes well up with tears.

"Ssh baby I promise it will start to feel good soon."

Hyunjin snaked a hand to pump The maknae's cock in time to his trusts to ease the pain.

After a few more thrusts Jeongin began to moan out reassuring the elder that it was okay to speed up.

He thrusted his hips harshly, repeatedly hitting his prostate.

"Ugh feels so so good Jinnie mmh need more."

Jeongin bit onto his hand trying to muffle his moans but it was no use. He felt like his entire body was on fire. He was embarrassed yet so insanely needy. If any of the other members knew what was happening right now he would probably die from the shame of being caught like this.

"You are doing so well for me beautiful. You feel so fucking good."

Sounds of skin slapping skin and the two grunting and moaning echoed through the dorm and the younger began to feel a pit in his stomach.

"Mmh J-Jinnie my stomach feels weird what mmmh is it?"

The younger could barely compose himself , his hair was slick with sweat, his pretty pink lips parted to moan and his eyes so dark with lust.

"Cum for me kitten."

With those words Jeongin shot his load all over Hyunjin's hand while the elder came inside him filling him up so well.

After riding out their highs Hyunjin pulled out, admiring what a pretty little mess he had made the boy.

His hands grasped his ass, kneading it slowly as he watched the cum drip from his hole and down his honey coloured thighs.

The sight was truely beautiful. The younger collapsed onto the mattress trying to catch his breath.

"So . Did you like that pretty boy?"

Once again his face flushed crimson.

"I- I did . Thank you Jinnie."

The maknae nuzzled his face into the warmth of his friends neck, sighing in content as he felt the strong arms wrap around his slim body.

"So whenever you feel like that baby come to me. I'll help you. How does that sound hm?"

He stroked the younger boys head twisting his hair around his fingers lovingly.

"Hmm sounds good Jinnie."

He chuckled at the youngers sleepy voice. Of course he was tired after his first time. Before long the boy fell asleep, wrapped in the warmth of the elder male.

God it wouldn't be long before all of his innocence was gone if he let Hyunjin have his way. He was too irresistible and now he's had a taste he couldn't get enough of the maknae. This certainly would make room mating more interesting. But they just had to not get caught because if the other members found out that Hyunjin was fucking their innocent maknae... well Chan for sure would give Hyunjin an earful.

After a while Hyunjin drifted off to thoughts of further corrupting Jeongin.

[narcissisticselfshippinsinner]

ANGEL

DS Dream X DT Dream

This follows the head cannon that since Dream ate 1 apple he has mini wings instead of big ones like DS Dream.

DT Dream= Dream

DS Dream= Daydream/ Day

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Daydream found himself in the familiar land of the Dreamscape. The gold fluffy clouds spread over the land, looking soft enough to be cotton candy. Daydream ruffled his feathers before stretching out his wings and going air borne: making his way to the centre of the Dreamscape. There stood a mirror tree of the tree of feelings. Admittedly, the tree had seen better days: it being mostly dead. Daydream winced and pushed back menories: nostalgia filling his soul.

He looked for something to distract him from the onslaught of memories threatening to take him over. He always had control of his emotions and he wasn't going to loose that now. That's when he heard it: a hiccup followed by a sob. Successfully being distracted, Daydream searched for an aura releasing distress and negative feelings but was surprised to find none. The only indication of someone else being there, was the soul wrenching sobs and muffled chokes from the other.

Going the old fashioned way, Daydream used his keen sense of hearing: following the sound of hiccups and cries. He found himself under the mirror tree: on what used to be the side where the golden apples hung. He was close now- so close that he shut down his own aura to prevent the other from noticing him. As soon as he did, he could feel the other aura: though its posituvity was controversial to the soul stopping sobs coming from the other. It almost even felt like his own aura: though definitely weaker. He could feel his aura urging him to protect the other: get rid of the thing that was causing the other to cry. He pushed aside the feeling: only when Negativity ruled would he ever allow himself to succumb to his feelings and urges, which would never happen.

he could hear the others mumbled words followed by a series of sniffles and sobs.

"I-I *choke* failed h-him. Im s-such a *hic* h-horrible b-brother. Wh-why do I-I even ex-exist? A-all I-I do I-is *sob* g-get in t-the w-way of h-his ha-happiness. W-what ki-kind of b-brother d-does th-that?*choke* i-im such a f-failure. I-I should st-stob being s-selfish *sob* an-and g-give him his happiness. *choke* even...i-if that is m-my life-"

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Daydream gasped as he sat up in his king sized bed, his duvet falling to his lap. His golden eyes took in his surroundings as his wings twitched in agitation: feathers puffed up.

After gathering his bearings, he relaxed his wings: feathers smoothing out to their usual silky state. Shaking his head dismissively, he got up off the bed and went about his morning routine.

Leaving through his open window, Daydream gently flapped his wings as he lowered himself to the ground with grace only heard of through the legends of angels. His golden wings tucked into him as he limited his positive aura so that his presence could not be felt at all.

He had decided to take a walk. The woods outside his window seemed ideal with the woodland critters just waking up and small animals hustling about. The cool crisp clean air of the early morning provided a pleasant breeze as Daydream enjoyed the solitude of his walk. No expectations, No one to judge him- it was perfect.

Morning dew glittered on the leaves and petals of flowers and trees alike, giving the forest a surreal and magical feel. The sun hadn't risen yet: the sky a mix between pale blue and black: creating an odd harmony. The colours almost seemed nostalgic for some reason.

Shaking his head: Daydream continued his walk, determined to not let his paranoia and overthinking nature take hold of this relaxing walk of his. Alas, his efforts was is vain as the he spotted a odd tinge of yellow to the left of him. A golden yellow that definitely clashed with the cool colours of the morning forest.

'If I ever find out who decided to use this Forest as a dumping ground I swear I'll-'

Daydream's eye twitched in annoyance as he side tracked off the dirt path he was on and entered the bush. As he approached the yellow object, he could feel a weak but strangely positive aura. An aura that was strangely familiar. Rushing forward after realizing that it wasnt an object: bit was indeed a person, Daydream pushed through the thick foliage and found himself on a small clearing.

Daydream's golden eyesockets widened as he took in the person infront him. There: unconsions on the ground, lay a skeleton monster clad in golden yellow and black clothes. That wasn't the fact that seemed to leave Daydream speechless though. What put Daydream into shock was the golden glistening crown that sat snugly on the others head. That and how similar the other looked liked to him in the past: though, past Daydream was taller and less...rounded than the other skeleton.

Getting over his shock, Daydream went over to the other skeletons side. He could feel his suppressed aura screaming at him to protect the other: to make sure he was safe. Once again ignoring the pleas of his aura: he checked the other skeletons soul pulse. After finding it weak, he sighed and picked up the other skeleton: much to his auras delight. Hating himself for giving his aura what it wanted: Daydream spread out his wings and took off back towards his castle, the sun rise causing hues of gold, pink and orange to dance across the sky and light up the area. Not that Daydream noticed: his mind focused on the smaller in his arms.

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"Mmmgg"

Dream groaned as Sunlight penetrated his eyelids. Turning around, he snuggled himself into the warmth of the soft duvet covering him.

'...Wait- duvet?'

Snapping his eyes open before wincing at the bright light, Dream sat up in both panic and confusion: a million thoughts running through his head at once.

'Where am I?- what happened?- aren't I supposed to be in the voi-'

Luckily, his barrage of thoughts were broken by a groan next to him. Slowly looking beside him- Dream saw another skeleton leaned back on a chair: asleep. A comidic snot bubble grew and shrunk as the other slept. Strangely enough, Dream could've swore the other was Ink. The only difference being the others attire and paint mark.

Only when the others shot bubble popped and he woke up groggily, did Dream confirm that the other was not infact just Ink in another outfit. The other had a grumpy aura, shown though his heterocromic eyes: one a green square and the other an orange triangle. As the other blinked the sleep put of his eye sockets, Dream took note on how the others eyelights remained the same, further adding to his confirmations on the others identity.

The Ink lookalike groaned in annoyance as he noticed that Dream was awake, making Dream wince at the reaction. Focusing his aura slightly, Dream noticed how the others annoyed expression turned slightly happy before going back to annoyed.

"Stop that." The Ink lookalike spat, startling the guardian. "Stop trying to control my emotions. Your not even as good at Boss when it comes to that so why try?"

Dream tilted his head in confusion. "Who's... boss?"

FakeInk chucked before growling at the other, earning a whimper from Dream. "I don't have to tell ya anything pipsqueak. All I was told to do was watchya until you woke up. And now that your up, I'm outa here."

Before Dream could awnser, the taller got up and dragged himself out the door: the door clicking shut behind him.

Not knowing whether to try and leave or to stay: Dream sat in the bed awkwardly for a few seconds. Taking in his surroundings, Dream found himself in a bedroom: the themes that of warm colours and different shades of yellow. The bed he sat in was king sized and the duvet and pillows surrounding his were the fluffiest and warmest he had ever felt. Directly infront of him was a large arched doorway: surprisingly with no door as it lead to a small balcony: the blinding light reflecting off the floor indicating it was noon.

Before Dream had the chance to get up and explore the rest of the room, a swify knock was sounded at the door before the door was pushed open and closed silently. Dream watched the figure enter the room quietly, his eyesockets widening at the face infront of him. The other skeleton looked oddly similar to him, though his face was more defined, he was way taller, his eyesockets were fully gold and the two massive golden wings behind his back- not to mention his attire. Dream couldn't feel the others aura as he stared at his somewhat lookalike in curiosity and confusion.

The taller sat down on the bed next to Dream: his wings folded behind his back. Dream couldn't help the shivers down his spine as the other spoke: "Good afternoon. How was your rest?"

Dream looked around akwardly: avoiding eye contact with the taller. "Em... good I guess?" He mumbled passively.

Daydream's soul skipped a beat. Whether it was out of excitement or realization that the others voice was that of the person's in the Dreamscape, he would never know. His aura was once again urging him to comfort the smaller: love him, protect him and make sure he was alright. Luckily for Daydream, he had pretty good self control. And so, they ended up spending the rest of the evening, talking and sharing information: the uncomfortable sansation hanging in the air disappearing, leaving a pleasant and calm atmosphere.

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It had been a few weeks since Dream had started living at the JR. At first, he was sceptical of everyone: including Daydream, but after awhile, he got used to them. Kinda.

The first time Daydream had released his aura to Dream, Dream felt so overwhelmed he fell into a trance: his aura taking over his actions in replacement for his short circuited brain. Let's just say it was very difficult for Daydream not to snuggle the smaller as Dream clung onto him like an adorable koala.

Time, however, passed and Dream had slowly been getting used to the others aura: now able to stand Daydream's aura without short circuiting 65% of the time.

One can imagine the surprize (and hidden delight) when Daydream accidentally found out about Dream's wings. Usually hidden under his clothes, Dream had a pair of adorable little golden angel wings: formed due to his consumption of the last golden apple in Dreamtale.

After this discovery, Daydream had another problem on his plate: that being having to control the urge to preen the smallers wings.

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Goddamn this stupid aura of his.

Daydream mentally grumbled as he finished his third load of paperwork for the day. A pale yellow blush was dusted along his cheekbones as he couldn't help but feel empty. Like he wanted something- no. Someone to be with him at that very moment. To sit on his lap so he could cuddle the other: nerves calm due to the feeling of the other tucked away safely in his arms.

Not that that'll ever happen. His stubbornness and mental inability to give into his feeling and urges preventing him. He had to stay in control: a perfect angel for those who follow him, a role model. And what kind of role model doesn't have control over themselves, physically and mentally?

However, history has a cruel way of repeating itself. So once again, Daydream walked upto the guest room: having to call Dream for lunch. After knocking on the door, he waited. After a few minutes, he knocked again. A unknown source of worry started coursing through him: His aura once again active in pushing him to check on the smaller. Before Daydream had time to think of it, he pushed open the door and took a step inside.

Just as he entered the room, the bathroom door swung open and in came a shirtless Dream: his ribs and small wings visible for the world to see.

Daydream felt something in him snap. Probably his patience and self control as he promptly walked up to the embarrassed and slightly confused Dream: and picked him up bridal style.

An ominous shadow hung over Daydream's eyelights, hiding them from view. Giving out a startled yelp: Dreams feathers puffed up as the taller held him securely in his arms. Dream struggled in the others arms: confusion and (gay) panic fuelling his actions. That is until he suddenly felt a somewhat familiar warm yet fuzzy aura surround him. Dreams brain felt like ooze as he felt himself melt into Daydreams aura and hold.

As Dream struggled in Daydream's grasp: Daydream could feel the panic and confusion radiating off the smaller. Therefore he had unconsciously released his aura: once again overwhelming Dream and causing the other to instantly relax in his grip. As Daydream made his way to his room, he could feel his soul dance with joy and his aura sing as Dream snuggled and cuddled into his chest.

Opening and closing his door using his foot, Daydream brought the smaller over to his bed. Sitting up against the bed, he pulled the smaller into his lap: spooning the other from behind. Daydream's eyes were glazed over by the (usually held back) emotions and feelings that had taken over his mind. His actions fueled by his aura and soul. Lovingly cradling the other, Daydream nuzzeled Dream's neck before moving his hands upto Dream's adorably tiny wings. Dream started purring in satisfaction as Daydream started to preen the others wings: smoothing out the small soft feathers. Dream learnt into Daydream, loving how the others aura covered him like a protective yet loving blanket. He had never felt safer and more loved than this. Dream felt relaxed and truly happy as his aura sang out a symphony of joy. This was the place to be: in Daydream's arms.

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Dream winced as he woke up to a slight head ache. Sitting up: he once again found himself in the first room he had woken up in: Daydream's room. Even though he was sitting up and the duvet that once covered him was in a bundle at his lap, Dream felt strangely warm. That's when he noticed the large jacket draped over him: Daydream's jacket. He also seemed to notice his lack of a shirt, leading the smaller to pull the coat infront of him: cheekbones lit up gold in embarrassment.

*thunk*

Dream almost jumped out of his nonexistent skin when he heard a strange banging sound. Eyes scanning the area, Dream came to the conclusion that the sound came from the bathroom. Getting off the bed silently and wearing the jacket properly, Dream quietly made his way over to the bathroom: the sleeves of the jacket covering his hands. Dream almost tripped over the jacket as its bottom reached just above his knees. Luckily he regained his balance on time and found himself peeking through the entrance to the bathroom.

His eyes widened in surprise as he found himself looking at Daydream with his head against the bathroom wall: the others fists curled up and pressed against said wall.

Dream felt a strange sense of worry overcome him, running up to the taller he pulled the other away from the wall: sighing in relief at the small bruise on the top of his skull.

"Why would you do that!?" Dream's voice tinkled making Daydream's aura activate and urge him into another cuddle session with the smaller.

Grinding his teeth, Daydream clenched his fists harder: almost drawing blood. Since when was it this difficult to control his urges and feelings? Dream could feel the others feelings spike: his positive aura being suppressed. Daydream's internal turmoil came to a stop as he felt two warm arms surround his torso. Though weak, Daydream could feel the others aura calm him as the storm that ravaged his mind came to a standstill. He didn't know when the tears had started fo flow, but once they did, they flowed like a opened dam: free of the artificial restraints holding it back. He found it hard to breath as sobs forced their way out of his throat: shaking his body to the core.

Dream smiled softly as he rubbed comforting circles on the others lower torso and wings: feathers soft to the touch. It had been the first time Dream had seen the other express their emotions freely: a strong and impenetrable wall bottling it up all this time. Dream could feel his aura begging him to comfort the taller, which he gave into instantly: arms pulling Daydream closer as the other collapsed into his arms.

Dream whispered reassurances and loving words to the taller as Daydream buried his face into Dreams slender chest: his tears soaking through his own jacket. He had never felt this weak before. So...not in control. And it scared him. How could he be their angel if he couldn't even control his emotions. How could he lead them it he couldn't even stop a measly break down such as this?

Daydream felt as though his head was splitting with all the built up and hidden emotions spilling out of him through his sobs and cries.

*Daydream cried for help.

...

..

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*and somebody came

Daydream suddenly became aware of the smaller supporting him: whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "Your going to be okay, Day. Its alright to let them out. It builds up who you are and nobody should have to restrain them." Dream's calming and motherly voice soothed the other: bringing him down from his attack.

Daydream was emotionally exhausted as he leaned into the smaller, hearing the others soul beat. Hoisting himself up, with Dream's help, Daydream stumbled upto his bed: collapsing on the soft sheets. With a bit more struggling, he managed to slip under his extremely fluffy duvet. However, before Dream could say goodbye and leave, an arm reached out and pulled the smaller into the bed.

Orange beams of light shone through the balcony doorway, lighting up the room in mesmerizing shades of orange, gold and reds. The sun setting over the horizon was evident as Dream could feel a intense yet strangely delightful heat cover his cheekbones as his soul beat sped up. Dream could feel his aura relax happily in satisfaction as Daydream pulled Dream into him: his arms curling around the smallers waist and wings circling over him protectively. Snuggling into Daydream's embrace, Dream could feel sleep pull at him: the comfort of Day's hold lulling him into the calming darkness...

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A/N

My God that took forever.

3175 words :)

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