#drue

[postalrue]

God I wish I were him (both)

[weirdlookindog]

Leonora Carrington (1917-2011) - Drue, 1992

[asukamood]

Interview (Fmaa2)

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By the time I have published this, it will probably be far too late but the far right did not win! That represents a time to celebrate for me, so have a wholesome Drue fic for once!

Enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Eating disorder (Anorexia), self-harm (cutting), violence/physical abuse

Synopsis: Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.

Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.

Yet, he now found himself trembling.

Why?

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Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.

Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.

On the contrary, he craved the feeling of eyes on him. He craved the feeling of being gazed upon with admiration. He craved the eventual applause of the public, satisfied with his performance.

When he started filming, there was no more audience to immediately react to his work, but movie reviews were quite pleasant as they were not bound to a particular moment.

Filming an interview with a journalist was hardly any different, feeling wise. Many of them had tried to set him up before, but he always did his best to not give that satisfaction to whoever it was.

Yet, he now found himself trembling.

Why?

Honestly, he knew the reason why. It had nothing to do with who would be interviewing him, it had nothing to do with the cameras rolling, it had nothing to do with the worry of looking like a fool.

No, it had to do with the subject of the interview itself.

The first thing that a young actor such as himself learns, most times the hard way, is to put on a mask, even if you are not filming. You always must play a role, no matter where you are or with whom you are.

The public and journalists will grasp any straws to get your attention and above all, they will pick out any flaws, any part of your personality that they do not like and pick at it, desperate to make you break.

The more of your real self you put out there, the more it will hurt when backlash comes to hit you in the face.

That is, after all, the fate of any public figure.

Yet, here he was, about to talk about the person he had carefully buried deep inside his soul and hidden with a mask. He was about to throw out the window everything he had come to learn to protect himself.

He already had the feeling that he was about to bitterly regret doing this.

But he could not back down, not if his testimony could help someone struggling with the same things he did... has.

His breathing started to go funny again but before it could escalate into anything, soft fingertips brushed his knuckles, giving him something to focus on as that fleeting sensation quickly turned into a proper touch, a familiar hand covering his own.

He lifted his head, meeting golden eyes in which concern glistened like diamonds.

“Are you alright?” Dream whispered, his thumb stroking Blue’s palm.

He hesitated for a moment, before nodding, using his free hand to cover Dream’s. “I am now.”

He scooted closer to him, their legs touching before he rested his head on top of Dream’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Thank you for being here.” He muttered, hoping that his whisper was enough to convey just how grateful he was to him.

Although, he had the feeling that Dream was going to misinterpret his words as thanking him solely for being here with him on that day when really, he was thanking him for being here with him since day one.

But that was okay, he would have plenty of time left to thank him again, properly this time.

Dream’s lips twitched upward in a gentle smile. “No need, it is only natural.”

It was not, not to him.

“Mr. Blue?” A member of the staff, so recognizable by their uniform, suddenly called out to him, putting an end to his conversation with his husband.

“Yes?” He quickly responded, already dreading whatever the crew member was about to say. “Is something the matter?”

However, the person quickly shook their head, much to his relief. “Not quite, I was just sent to warn you that the cameras will start rolling soon since you looked quite...” They glanced at Dream, stifling a chuckle. “... Distracted.”

Dream chose to ignore that last comment as Blue thanked them for the warning.

“If you need a break, tell me, okay?” That must have been the sixth time in the last hour that the actor heard that request from the other, but oddly enough, he did not mind the repetition. If anything, it reassured him.

“I will.” He squeezed his hand, hoping it would give him enough strength to fulfill the mission he was meant to complete by coming here. “Thank you.”

They fell silent as the lights went out and the decor lit up, the presenter finally welcoming the audience warmly as they gave a summary of who the guests were and the program for the day.

As the presenter turned to him, professional smile stretching their face, Blue took a deep breath. This sight was familiar to him, such charade having taken place for longer than he could recall.

“I am glad that you were able to make it today, Mr. Blue!” They then turned to Dream. “The same goes for you, Mr. Von Licht!”

Dream waved the comment away with the back of his hand. “Oh please, no need to mention it. You can ignore my presence for now as I am only here to support my husband.”

The presenter feigned a chuckle, making a comment on how heartwarming that gesture was, before ultimately focusing on Blue. He straightened his back, putting on the same smile the public adored and worshipped since he was a child.

“Your fans have a lot of inquiries for you and most specifically about your mental health journey.” They began, bending to the right as they took a hat that Blue did not even notice its presence and put it on their knees, revealing the small cards discarded inside of it. “Would it bother you to pick one of those cards?”

Blue nodded as an answer, clutching onto Dream’s hand for dear life as his free hand reached for the hat that the presenter put on top of the coffee table in front of them.

He fumbled around the papers for a few seconds with a shaking hand before he finally caught one between his index and middle finger, pulling his hand back and opening the card.

“What does it say?” The presenter asked, as Blue could feel Dream leaning toward him and reading the contents of the card behind his shoulder.

Blue bit his lip as he read the card silently before risking opening his mouth, hoping on all deities out there that his voice would not quiver so early on. “Do you or did you believe that starving yourself made you more beautiful?”

The gentle rubbing of Dream’s hand on his shoulders made him almost want to cry but he quickly regained his composure. “... Quite honestly, yes. I still have a lot of issues regarding dissociating my appearance to my diet and do feel more appealing when I go on about my day on an empty stomach.”

Each word he uttered out loud felt like a stab in the chest, but he pushed himself to continue, thinking of all the other people who could be in the same situation as he is.

He turned toward Dream, who smiled encouragingly at him, which ended up making him crack a smile as well.

“Luckily for me though, I have an amazing husband who would still find me attractive no matter what I look like.” He paused as his smile faded. “I doubt that my relationship with my body or food will ever improve, but I have at least come to accept that my looks aren’t all there is to appreciate about me and am doing my best to try and put my health first.”

“Thank you for your answer.” The presenter finally said, after making sure that Blue was done talking. They eyed him for a few seconds, without malice, before talking again. “It is a priority for our guests to be feeling as comfortable as possible so how would you like to speak about a more usual topic?”

Blue tilted his head on the side, his curiosity piqued. Even if it was, he probably would have latched onto that opportunity either way, considering the dull pain in his stomach had been worsening ever since he started speaking or did it just feel this way because he wanted to do it again and he knew his last words were a blatant lie?.

“Not at all, what do you want to ask me about?” They were most likely referring to questions regarding his career, but perhaps they could be able to surprise him this time?

“I think many of us had dreamed of becoming an actor or play in a theatre at least once in our life,” She started, giving right to Blue’s intuition. “We all have our weaknesses when it comes to acting but, as a professional actor, what is, for you, the most difficult emotion to fake?”

Well, that was certainly an unusual question. Blue tapped his chin in thought, trying to recall any moment he had any difficulty entering his role.

He glanced at Dream for a moment, the latter flashing him with one of his confused smiles that never failed to make his heart flutter. He had his answer now.

“Many people would think it would be despair, especially with how hard it is for most people to cry for a role.” He shook his head.

“However, I firmly believe it is one of the easiest. No matter what degree, we have all felt desperate. Whether it be regarding an absence of support, an inability to connect with other people, mistreatment, financial problems, the death of a loved one... We have all been in that dark place that some of us are still not able to claw their way out. Tears are not the only form this despair takes as well.”

Despair could take the form of letting a trusted one do whatever they want, what you wanted be damned, your comfort be damned, as long as they stayed with you.

It could take the form of a blade that you would drag on your skin and silence whatever storm was brewing in your head before tempting you for more hurt, for more blood to stop the hurt you felt inside.

It could take the form of vomiting the little food you had managed to shove down your throat, heaving and gasping for breath as you could feel your throat and stomach burning like they were attacked by the embers of hell.

It could also take the form of standing in the middle of the crowd and feeling just as alone and unseen as if you had been thrown into the void itself.

He looked toward the camera, the people behind it eyeing him with attention. “The hardest emotion to fake is happiness, true happiness.”

At the raised eyebrow he received, he continued his explanation. “We have all felt despair, but only a few of us know happiness. I am not talking about those fleeting moments of satisfaction or relief, I am referring to a safe happiness, that euphoria you can always go back to no matter where you find yourself.”

“You could be having the roughest day of your life, but the memory of that happiness would not make you resentful, more miserable, or bitter, it would make you happy. That happiness of course would not prevent you from feeling miserable, far from, but it would, it will be there for you when you do.”

The presenter stayed without talking for a few seconds before speaking again. “And did you find yours?”

Blue beamed at Dream, planting a kiss on his cheek. Startled, the latter’s cheeks turned rose as he stared at Blue in bewilderment. He squeezed his hand once more as his smile widened. “Yes, yes I did.”

He turned back to the presenter, this time, genuinely confident he would get through that interview unscathed.

He could fall as many times as he wanted, he could break as many times as he needed as well, it all did not matter.

He was out of that dark place, despair could try to drag him back there, it could tempt him all he wanted with that cursed picture in his mirror or those sharp blades, he would not stay there any longer.

Even if he fell once more, he would do anything in his power to claw his way back up.

He was damaged, that much was obvious.

But he was not beyond repair, and one day he will be all fixed up.

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Baby - Dream/Blue Fic

Media: Undertale AUs/UTMV

Genres: Established relationship, romance, domestic, cuddlin, talking about the future, talking about children, dialogue heavy (these bitches never shut up), human AU

Characters: Dream, Blue, King Nightmare (mentioned), Cross (mentioned), Reaper (mentioned. technically lol)

Pairing(s): Blue/Dream

CW/TW: Mentions of broken bones and near death experiences, talking about mortality and death, a single suggestive innuendo

Word Count: 1810 Words

“Dream…? Are you awake?” Blue asked softly, turning on his side to face the guardian that was in bed with him. He wasn’t sure why he had bothered asking, considering the sun wasn’t down and Dream didn’t pass out until the moon had broken over the horizon. It was almost impressive when it happened. Dream could go from being wide awake to passing out asleep in under a few seconds, sometimes mid sentence, mid conversation. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to stay up, his instincts just took over and made him pass out. He always got up at the crack of dawn as well, which Blue didn’t mind as long as he wasn’t woken up. Blue often wondered about it, had he always done that before all of the apple shit went down or what is a new development?

A question for another time, perhaps.

The bed squeaked under Dream as he turned over, groaning. Blue couldn’t help but rake his gaze up and down Dream’s chest. Dream wasn’t extremely muscular, not like Cross was, hoo-boy, what a hunk that royal guardsman was, but he was toned, and Blue loved pressing his lips against his upper chest and collarbone. He also loved looking at him, his eyes were always drawn to Dream, no matter the situation, or what he was wearing.

“Did you make me roll over just to perv on me?” Dream whispered, an eyebrow raised as he ran a hand through Blue’s brown curls.

“N-No!”

“Mmmhmmm.” Dream pulled Blue close by his hips, wrapping his arms around him. Blue melted into the touch. Dream was warm, and he could feel himself wanting to drift off into slumber. “Did ya’ just want to cuddle? You know I’m more than happy to do that for you.”

“No, well I mean, yes, cuddles always, but no?”

“...Is it yes or is it no, B? It can’t be both. That goes against the English language, I think.”

Blue huffed, reluctantly pushing away from Dream so they could be face to face. He met Dream’s golden eyes, and smiled. Dream was absolutely gorgeous, in every sense of the word. How had he gotten so lucky? What did he do to deserve someone so kind and so handsome? He reached his hand out, pushing a portion of Dream’s hair back into his silk bonnet.

“Thanks.”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“If it’s philosophical I’m going to sleep.”

“It’s not!” Blue laughed, allowing Dream to intertwine their fingers. He averted his eyes, burying the bottom of his face into his scarf. “Would you…um.”

Dream pushed back Blue’s bangs, “I won’t judge, just get it out.”

“Would you ever want to have kids…?”

There was a bout of silence, Dream’s eyes widening as he sat up in bed. Blue followed him, heart pittering in his chest.

“Kids?” Dream asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t upset, that much Blue could tell. He set the covers down by his hips, revealing his bare chest to the chill, night air. On the other hand, Blue kept the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Mhm.” Blue shrunk away into his scarf, his fingers fidgeting with the end of it with his hands. “I’ve just…been thinking about it lately.”

“Having kids?”

“I guess so.” Blue met eyes with Dream, whose body language was completely relaxed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Dream hummed, putting his arms back against the mattress, and leaning back. “Yeah…I, uh, I suppose I’ve never really thought about it before. Not even sure I can have kids. Does the immortality ‘n shit cancel it out or…? I mean, I couldn’t even get you pregnant even if I wanted to because-”

“I think you misunderstood me!” Blue sputtered, slamming a hand over Dream’s mouth. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he let go, flustered at Dream’s sly smile. Any smile of his was enough to send Blue’s heart into a frenzy, before Dream gestured with his hand to elaborate.

“I’m not talking about like, the, ahem, ‘logistics’ of it all. I mean like…raising kids. Would you ever be interested in raising a kid? Ever? Biological or otherwise.”

“Mmm…” Dream hummed, itching the side of his neck as he thought. “I mean maybe. Like I said, I never really thought about it, but I could probably be convinced. Obviously not right now, but maybe when Nightmare is off of our asses, we could for sure talk about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I guess I’m not really passionate either way.” His hands pawed through Blue’s hair, playing with his frizzy curls. “I like interacting with kids, they’re funny as shit, but I don’t know if…I’d be able to raise one well, y’know what I mean?”

“But you’d be willing to think about it.”

“I would.” Dream pushed Blue’s bangs out of his eyes, getting slightly closer. “Why do you ask? Do you want kids?”

“I think so.” Blue murmured softly, falling back against his pillow, hands neatly folded on his stomach. Dream crashed back as well, laying on his side, his head being held up in his palm. “I-I mean…there’s a lot I want to do. I just don’t think I have the time to do it.”

“Of course you have time.”

“Eighty years.” Blue whispered, turning his head to face Dream. “Maybe less. We both know that’s not a lot. Plus, who knows when Reaper will decide my time is up…”

“He won’t take you because I’ll beat him up the moment he tries.” Dream said as he cracked his knuckles. 

Blue cracked into a smile as he laughed, playfully hitting Dream’s shoulder. “No you will not!”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“Quit it.”

“Fine.” He touched Blue’s cheek as his face fell back into its neutral state. “What do you want to do with your life?”

“Huh?” Blue paused, “Oh! Oh, um. I want to help people, protect them. But, I guess my worry is can I do that and raise a kid? A kid is an investment, well they’re a person, but you know what I mean, I’d hate to…neglect them in some way.”

Dream caressed Blue’s cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. “As if you could ever do that, accidentally or not.”

“It could happen.” Blue whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “Most people who do it don’t do it intentionally. And if I’m working to help other people all the time…”

“B, listen to me. You could never neglect anything, even if you tried. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you are too full of love, you adore everything and anything around you. To even think about neglecting something, a kid, a pet, or whatever, would kill you. You could never.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. And I also know that you can do both because it's not like you’ll be raising a kid by yourself. I’ll be right there with you.” Dream spoke, pressing a kiss against his forehead. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, instead deciding to bury his face into Blue’s shoulder. “You can do both. You can do anything you wanna. I’ll help you do it.”

Blue gently nuzzled their heads together, his body relaxing into Dream’s. “Thanks Dream…what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want to do with your life?” Blue asked, running his thumb slowly over Dream’s arm. “Or, at least, this part of it.”

There was a moment of silence as Dream thought about it. He wrapped his arms around Blue’s waist, pulling him close. His hands slowly ran up and down Blue’s hips, slipping underneath his shirt to feel his skin. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to spend it with you.”

Once more, Blue found his cheeks coated in blush. He was surprised that he wasn’t always as red as a tomato. He shifted his own hands to rest on Dream’s torso, feeling his warmth. “Really? With me?”

“Yep. I want to be there to support you in whatever you do. Whether it’s…I dunno, being a hero, raising babies, I don’t care. What I want is to just…be there. With you.”

“Aww…” Blue murmured, pressing his lips against Dream’s cheeks. “Even when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“‘Course. Y’know, sometimes I…” Dream sighed, squeezing Blue’s hips. “Sometimes I wish I could, I dunno, grow old with you.”

“I know you do.” It took a moment of pulling to get Dream to detach from his waist, but he managed to hold his hand, his thumb pressing into the base of Dream’s palm. “But…let’s not think about that yet. We’ve still got time.”

“Right, right. Yeah. We do.”

“Would you prefer adoption or surrogacy?”

“Heh?”

“For a kid!”

“Oh!” Dream blew out some air, rubbing his thumb on Blue’s wrist as he thought. “I dunno. There are always kids looking to get adopted, but with our lack of documents that might be hard.”

Blue had forgotten. He would probably need records or something of his existence to adopt a child and both he and Dream didn’t have them due to their circumstances. He scowled at the ceiling, cursing the Multiverse and it’s weird bullshit.

“We could have a test tube baby. That’d get rid of all of the semantics considering we know people who know us and would be willing to do it, no questions asked.”

“We do?”

“Yeah. You remember when Cross broke your rib cage?”

“How could I forget?” Blue grimaced, putting his head into Dream’s shoulder. He didn't think he would ever forget, considering the massive scar left on his chest from the surgery that kept him alive.

“Well, those super high-tech guys who fixed you up could make us a test tube baby.”

“They could…” Blue murmured, “But why would they? They’re always busy with other super futuristic projects.”

“Seeing how the DNA of an immortal and a mortal combine would be a pretty interesting science experiment..”

“That’s true.” Blue looked up at Dream for the first time in a hot second, and smiled apologetically when he saw the exhausted look on Dream’s face. “Thanks for indulging me.”

“Always.”

“You can head to sleep now.” Blue said as he pressed a kiss to Dream’s forehead, snuggling closer into his body. Their arms wrapped around each other, sharing heat and closeness. “...Dream, you know, I-

“Uh, Dream?” Blue opened his eyes and a small smile grew on his face. Dream’s eyes were closed shut, his breathing rhythmic as he slept. Blue craned his neck to see outside the window, and he wasn’t at all surprised to see the top of the moon slowly rising over the horizon. He pressed another kiss to Dream’s face, relishing in everything the guardian had to offer. His own eyes slowly shut as drowsiness washed over him like a heavy blanket.

“I love you.” He whispered like a prayer into the night before falling asleep.

[pizzatimeplayer]

Fun fact: Each and every Showbiz location had a sign like this to keep out rats and other pests!

[howlingday]

Blake: How long were you in the Ever After for?

Jaune: I... I don't know. It felt like years, maybe even decades.

Weiss: Did you see anything connected to your past traumas?

Jaune: Actually, yeah. My whole childhood of neglect, my youth of wartime indoctrination, all leading me back to the source of my unfettered rage. After enough time, I was able to channel is and then replace it with something new.

Ruby: What did you replace it with? Peace? Tranquility?

Jaune: Nope! Righteous indignation! Now, let's break this fucking tree and whoever is keeping us here!

Yang: Fuck yeah! Amen to that, brother!

[mensuited]

[footballmakesmen]

[dimplcdcheeks]

valerie's stomach churned as he called out the fact that she was checking out the doors. she was trying to wiggle in the binds that she was put in. a frustrated groan escaped her lips. "please just let me go... i won't tell anyone. no.. i... i don't want to go in the trunk." her head still hurting from when he snuck up on her. the last thing she really remembered was fumbling with her keys are her own car.

"   child   safety   locks   ,   "   he   informs   after   noticing   the   way   they   were   eyeing   the   door   handle   through   the   rearview   mirror   ,   "   they   became   the   standard   in   all   domestic   vehicles   in   1985   .   "   grip   tightens   on   the   steering   wheel   and   he   relaxes   back   against   the   seat   ,   confident   that   the   other   was   incapable   of   getting   free   .   "   hope   you   don't   mind   the   bindings   ,   they're   just   a   formality   —   thought   you'd   be   more   comfortable   in   the   main   cab   than   in   the   trunk   .   "

[truckman816]

Drue Tranquill 🏈🏈🏈

[postalrue]

Dudes at Church

[falmerbrook]

found out "dreugh" is pronounced "dreg". day is ruined.

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Soft - Dream/Blue Fic

Media: UTMV/Undertale Multiverse

Genres: Fluff, pre-established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, human AU, just them being cuties :(, Dream’s reflecting on his past traumas, Dream calling Blue corny pet names because that’s who he is, kisses <3

Characters: Blue, Dream, Nightmare (mentioned), Ink (mentioned)

Pairings: Dream/Blue

CW/TW - Mentions of sex, using sex as a coping mechanism, brief mention of bdsm (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1931 Words

That night, there was a meteor shower. To say that meteor showers were rare would be overstepping, it wasn’t difficult to see one in a mortal lifetime. They happen around thirty times per year, always in different places. Dream had lived over seven mortal lifetimes, and had seen his fair share of meteor showers. He could see why people liked them, they were awfully pretty. They seemed to get prettier every time Dream saw one. Although, he preferred taking people who had never seen one, and to watch their reaction. To see someone see a meteor shower for the first time was better than the meteor shower itself! When their face lit up, and the meteors reflected in their eyes, the positivity filling up and overflowing like a volcano? Heavenly.

So when Dream turned his attention from the meteor shower and took a glance at Blue who was mesmerized, it really wasn’t a surprise. His, absolutely gorgeous, navy blue eyes reflected the light from the stars and the meteors showering down, albeit with a slight dark blue hue. How could he pay attention to anything else when Blue was just covered in sheer awe and excitement. The man had lived his entire life underground, so anything that had to do with the sky was completely new. Dream couldn’t forget when he took him home for the first time, he didn’t even step inside for a few hours. Dream stayed outside with him, of course, and he just watched as Blue stared up into the sky, watching the clouds and the blue sky. He told Dream that Error had briefly shown him the sky and the stars but he never realized that, “It was so big!”

After dinner that night, Dream showed him the stars. How could he not?

So when Dream caught a whiff of a meteor shower was going to happen, he absolutely had to show Blue what it was like. Blue delivered perfectly. Dream leaned into his arms that were placed on his knees and sighed wistfully, watching as Blue stared into amazement at the sky. Blue was relaxed on the roof, arms resting behind him, holding him up. His pose was so…open.  Dream was jealous of him. Disregarding his current posture, Blue wasn’t the most private person in general. He often spoke about his feelings bluntly, how things made him feel. Blue was reserved about certain things, of course, everyone was, but even then he tried to talk about them. His past traumas still haunted him. Dream could tell. It was his experience and time with Error that he was often the most quiet about. 

Oh, how Dream wished he was like that. For a Guardian of Emotions, the fact that he was so closed off made him want to slam his head through a wall. He wished that he didn’t care about Nightmare so much, so then maybe when Nightmare went berserk, turned him to stone, and left him for a hundred years, it wouldn’t’ve stung so much. Maybe if he cared less, it wouldn’t pain him to fight Nightmare with the intent to kill. Maybe, he wouldn’t lay awake at night, thinking about every single little thing he did wrong. Wondering, agonizing, whether or not he could’ve stopped Nightmare from eating the apples and going down the path he did. 

Man, Nightmare fucked him up.

Those attachments didn’t just go away, unfortunately. Dream wasn’t sure if anyone would ever know him as well as Nightmare did. Nightmare wasn’t drawn to him because of his aura, or because he was a hero. Nightmare just liked him because he was him. He wasn’t the Guardian of Positivity or Leader of the Star Squad, he was just…Dream. That wasn’t the case anymore. Now, he was an enemy. And he was certain that was all that Nightmare viewed him as. It hurt, to be honest.

Every intimate relationship that he had after Nightmare wasn’t built off of anything, no trust, no similar hobbies, just his aura. The sickeningly sweet positivity he radiated that attracted anyone and everyone to him. He could barely comprehend that someone could understand him apart from his aura, that he was only being used for other people to be happy. It made him feel gross inside. He had convinced himself that he couldn’t be understood. He couldn’t be loved because his aura would get in the way. That people would only see him as what he presented himself to be.

It was a bit silly to think that it took him over fifty years since his freedom from stone to learn otherwise. Yeah, it had been fifty whole years since he first met Ink and the two became a duo! Time flies. He always found it hilarious when he told people how old he was, and that he could've been at their parents' birth if he wanted. The Star Squad didn’t gain their third member until two years ago.

And it had been a wonderful two years. Dream’s posture shifted, and he couldn’t help but smile at the mortal beside him. 

“This was incredible. Thank you. Thank you so much!” Blue grasped Dream’s hands, grinning big at him.

“Anything for you, B.” Dream took one of Blue’s hands and kissed the top of it, winking at him. Blue flushed, his pretty eyes darting around in embarrassment.

Despite how flustered Dream had made him with a single action, it didn’t stop Blue from getting close to him, and whispering in his ear. “Would you like to know my favorite thing that’s in the sky?”

“What…?” Dream couldn’t stop himself from shivering.

Blue pushed back some of Dream’s golden coils and kissed his forehead. “The sun.” 

“Aww jeez.” Blue laughed, as Dream averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. Blue focused back onto the sky, although his body still faced Dream. Dream also glanced towards the sky. He sat a bit more open, hands resting on his thighs. There was something he wanted to say. Blue had done so much for him, and he didn’t even know it!

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure!” Blue chirped, smiling. Although he didn’t make eye contact, still staring at the sky, Dream knew he was paying attention. It was something he had gotten used to. Even still, Dream used one of his hands to touch Blue’s face, pulling it over so all of him was facing Dream. He followed the lines of Blue’s face, caressing his cheeks, his nose, and his lips. Blue was so pretty. Dream wondered if he knew that. His vitiligo on his face is what Dream loved touching most. His pointer finger trailed over the patterns across his face, the biggest patches being around his right cheek and left eye. 

“Thank you.”

Blue leaned into Dream’s touch, putting his hand over Dream’s, “For what?”

“I dunno,” Dream whistled, trying to find his words, “Being there, for me. And not being…selfish, about it? Haha.”

“Selfish?”

“People have…always used me for my aura.” Dream pulled away from Blue and he frowned, putting his hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Even before Nightmare went nuts. He was the only one who wasn’t affected by it and just…liked me for me y’know? And so after, uh, everything, it was hard. Because I didn’t have anyone who knew me for me, even if they said they did. Fuck, I mean Ink is really only around because I make him happy instead of his paints.”

Despite that, Dream would consider Ink a friend. Even though Ink would absolutely leave him to die at the drop of a hat. That was just something he had learned to accept about the bastard.

Dream had his arms crossed and he fidgeted with his leather jacket. “I was desperate. To feel something, y’know? To get some validation, to be loved not for my accomplishments, not for my aura, just for something, anything else. I found that validation in sex. It was…bad. Not sex, itself, obviously. I think sex is fucking awesome.”

“Yeah I know.” Blue stated, voice flat.

“Oi.” Dream smacked him softly with the backside of his hand. “Anyways, I had an unhealthy relationship with it. Used it for validation from people and it was just real rough. It was a hard couple of years.” Dream chuckled nervously, averting his eyes and pulling his body away from Blue. When he looked back, Blue was looking at him, waiting for him to continue with a small smile. 

“But you changed that. Changed my way of thinking.” Dream turned to touch his face, again. “You saw past my aura, despite its effects on you. You made an effort to get to know me, and learn more about me than just being a hero or a happiness drug. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know, B.”

Blue leaned into Dream’s side, putting his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Of course. You’re awesome! Aura or not.”

“You’re so sweet.” Dream spoke softly, allowing Blue to hold his hand.

“I’d do anything for you. You know that right? Anything, really! Just say the word and I’ll get right to work!”

With a sudden switch, Dream, with his cheeks hot and flushed, shoved Blue away. Who was reasonably distraught. He held his hands up and the look on his face was one of both betrayal and deep concern. Dream huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. “You make me so mad sometimes, you know that?”

“W-Wha-”

“I mean, I’m supposed to be Dream, Guardian of Positivity! Hardcore punk, BDSM aficionado! And yet, you make me all mushy and soft.” Dream scooted closer to Blue once more, pulling him close by his waist. “How dare you. What’s your secret?”

The relief on Blue’s face was clear. He had seriously thought that he had done something wrong. He allowed himself to be held, their lips meeting. Slowly and sensually, Dream kissed down Blue’s face. Down his cheeks, across his jaw, and down his neck. He even went so far as to bury his face into Blue’s scarf to kiss him. Blue just relaxed into it, soft, whine-like noises coming out of him.

Once Dream had decided that he was done, Blue responded. “Maybe I’m just that cute?”

“God you’re so fucking right.” Dream yanked him close by his scarf. “C’mere sweetcheeks.”

With a squeal, Blue toppled over, Dream on top of him. Dream grabbed his face with his hands and kissed him, lips slamming together in desperation. Blue wrapped his arms around Dream’s shoulders, keeping him close. He was warm, and goosebumps ran up Blue’s arms and legs as he pushed their lips together more. Soft moans and grunts left the two of them as they made out on the roof, wanting nothing more than to be close to one another. After a moment, Dream broke away, giving Blue time to catch his breath. Dream could make out all day, but his boyfriend needed to breathe.

“I love you so much,” Dream said, kissing his cheek. Blue breathed ragged breaths, arms still wrapped around Dream’s shoulders. “You’re perfect…”

Blue took Dream’s face in his hands, “Do you know how much you matter to me?”

“Why don’t you show me hot stuff?”

As if Blue wouldn’t oblige to that.

The meteor shower wasn’t exactly done yet, but neither bothered to pay attention to it anymore. It was like a scene from a movie, making out on the roof with the stars glimmering in the sky, feeling the warmth of each other. It was perfect. And Dream couldn’t wait to do it again, and again.

[pizzatimeplayer]

Real reason why Crusty was fired😔🤙🏽

[jaywaslost]

"Next"

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This oneshot is a little different from most I've posted, its not the usual concepts I'd say.

Allow me to introduce you to the ✨️Informant au✨️

Basically an au where I merged Blue's old canon occupation with the current canon one, a lot of thought has gone into this I despise anything that opposes canon so I can promise that the au's make-up is as accurate as I could possibly make it.

Without further rambling, I hope you enjoy ✨️

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Sypnosis:It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted.

Word count: 2.2k

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Blue’s head was pounding.

Mere moments- hours ago he was simply on a walk. His bird was resting, he had just finished cleaning his house and found himself staring up at the ceiling, mind blank with nothing to do. He didn’t have anywhere in mind to go to, nor was there really anyone he found himself tempted to b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ speak to, the silence was irritating but talking to himself felt stupider than he’d like.

After more contemplation, the man decided going for a breath of fresh air wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’d get to go out and walk around, entertaining himself and getting enough of a distraction to shut his brain up temporarily.

The park was oddly empty, much to his dismay, but it wasn’t something he could fix. The sounds of people talking could always be replaced with music, so that was exactly what he did.

What Blue failed to consider was the significance of that emptiness. He didn’t pay as much attention to the shadows moving around as he should have, the rustling of the bushes brushed off simply as just wind.H̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶e̶d̶.

Lurking, following him not long behind were some old..familiar faces.

Ones he never planned to cross again for sure, but it seemed like life had different plans.

If it didn’t, he would’ve never found himself in this situation at all. Perhaps it was the music in his ears masking the footsteps, o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶, but it was too late to do anything by the time he realized who was on his trail.

The moment they noticed he caught onto their plans, they seemed to stop bothering to hide. Blue did little to stop what he knew was soon to follow.

The men were from a gang he had an..unfortunate encounter with some time ago.

That recklessness was mainly what led him to his current predicament, tied to a chair, watched like a prey waiting to be devoured. To say he didn’t know the reason he was there would be a lie, but his body hurt too much to care. They probably drugged him to loosen his tongue again didn’t they?

The brunette didn’t have too much time to ponder about that, his head was clear enough to process the click of the door. The blond in front of him was exactly who he’d expected, it wasn’t much of a surprise he’d rather make a ‘dramatic entrance’ than simply wait for him to wake up, though.

Despite the pain all over him, he noted that was still relatively unharmed. Probably part of the other one’s orders, their deal never truly ended after all.

Neither of them spoke a word as Colton looked into his eyes, all others previously standing around hung left the moment he stepped into the room. Whether they were dismissed or if it was also another part of his orders, Blue didn’t care enough to think about the answer nor did he listen enough to really tell.

Despite not being the leader of this gang, Colton still held power over everyone. As the son of the boss, his words were not to be refused. The members trusted him, those who didn’t faced consequences. It was simply how things worked. It didn’t matter what they thought or wanted, the final say was his.

Nobody was foolish enough to disobey or look for loopholes, until Blue came along, that was. Up until then, he was in ultimate control. The original reason they crossed paths to begin with was quite clear, but in classic fashion, Blue found himself a multitude of loopholes. Unlike most others, he didn’t hesitate in exploiting them, gaining himself complete freedom and safety in exchange for information.

It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted. It may have sounded unfair, seeing Blue got protection and had no real ties to the gang. His hands were left clean, c̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ p̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶, and he got complete freedom only in exchange for some intel! Easy for someone like him.

O̶r̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ u̶p̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ r̶e̶s̶p̶o̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶, a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶. S̶i̶n̶c̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶y̶'v̶e̶ k̶e̶p̶t̶ t̶a̶b̶s̶ o̶n̶ h̶i̶m̶. H̶e̶ s̶a̶w̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ s̶e̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ h̶i̶m̶, k̶e̶e̶p̶ t̶r̶a̶c̶k̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y̶, r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ t̶o̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ e̶n̶d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶.

Their breaths being the only sound in the room made his ears ring, though fortunately it seemed like Colton planned to change that soon. Backing away from him, the other straightened his back without cutting off eye contact, it looked like he still wanted to try uncovering all it was that made up Blue. He always found it funny, the way the other would try to intimidate him by trying to make himself look like an equal, like he could read him similar to a book when they both knew that was something that would never work.

“So” he began, “do you know why you’re here, or do you need someone to spell it out for you?” If the man sounded irritated with him before, it paled in comparison to his current attitude.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to elaborate? It’s been a long time since we met you know, I’m in an awful lot of pain and your lakeys weren’t gentle with me either” Blue drew out. They both knew that was a lie, but it was a natural part of the game they’ve long since known to play.

“Recently, one of our most important spies was discovered,” the blond answered. “She was ambushed by a soldier sent by the Justice Reigns minutes after we had her go out”

“And that links with me how? Did you just want to see me agai-”

Teasing the other in hopes of distracting him was a bad choice, Blue was aware of that. The sounds of a gun being loaded graced his ears, though fear remained dormant. This was merely another intimidation tactic, he was too important to simply kill and it would get too much attention if he disappeared at random, especially now of all times.

“Cut the shit. You are the only person who could have known she was there at all, so tell me, what have you been telling that new boyfriend of yours?” he spat.

Blue raised a brow, feigning confusion before it ‘clicked’ in his head. Colton was only getting angrier as time passed.

“Ah, Dream! No no, you misunderstand really. I didn’t know she was there at all, this is all news to me he must have simply sensed her presence and sent someone, Ink is good at following trails after all” he winked.

“I never told you who it was”

“Even a toddler could make a guess and get it right, there are only two people he would trust with something like this and only a spy can take out another without drawing attention don’t you think?”

With that, Colton went silent, seemingly considering something new. Whenever they spoke, he tended to do this if he felt cornered. When Blue disproved everything he suspected in seconds, all of his defenses fell knowing this was someone he couldn’t play to his will.

Not like others, where simple words got to their heads, made them believe he held them truly dear, that he gave a single damn about them in any form. It was entertaining, an addicting play for the man, but despite how beneficial it was for him, how easy it was the first time, he could never replicate it on Blue.

A shame, he’d have been just as, if not more useful if making him stay was just that easy. Colton didn’t doubt that they’d have gotten along if they both agreed to stay, extraordinary talents simply tend to gravitate to each other eventually.

I̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ o̶n̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ g̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶h̶a̶n̶c̶e̶, w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ p̶l̶o̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶?̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶e̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶?̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ f̶a̶r̶ s̶o̶o̶n̶e̶r̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ c̶a̶p̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ i̶n̶ a̶ m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶, b̶u̶t̶ s̶o̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ a̶b̶l̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶ h̶i̶s̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ s̶i̶l̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶. A̶ s̶h̶a̶m̶e̶ h̶e̶ s̶e̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ a̶l̶r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, i̶n̶v̶o̶l̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶s̶t̶ i̶m̶p̶o̶r̶t̶a̶n̶t̶ f̶i̶g̶u̶r̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶u̶l̶t̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶.

“If not you, then who? what are you planning”

Simple, straight forward, plain.

Everything Blue expected from him.

“I’m not planning on anything? Why would I do that?” He shrugged. Well, as much as one could when bound down by ropes.

“The only reason I have kept you alive is because you’re useful, it’s just as easy to find someone else who could do the exact same things you do even better so lying and playing this stupid game of yours is a bad idea. I’ve warned you before and this is the last ti-”

“Except you won’t.”

At being cut off, Colton only paused and glared daggers into the other, seemingly daring him to continue.

“You won’t kill me because you know that it’s not that simple, you know that my death is too inconvenient for you now, too hard to fake”

Silence.

Saying that Blue didn’t enjoy the way the other looked when out of options would be a lie, when control was stripped from him and manipulation failed. Without his two most important defenses, his shield fell apart like a house of cards.

For someone meant to be scary, Blue had grown to find him closer to funny.

He was smart, he’d give him that much, but people weren’t his strong suit. W̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶y̶p̶o̶c̶r̶i̶s̶y̶, i̶t̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ o̶n̶e̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ o̶n̶e̶. Growing up in a gang, pressure to be like this from your only parent to prove yourself worthy enough to take his place does that to a man. Not much to dwell on, though, it was his own fault he succumbed to this. If not, then his sister must have been a saint to not fall to the same fate.

That sweet child- Blue had only crossed Camille twice, but it was enough for him to know this was not the place for her. Well, not like it was fit for any kid her age- but that wasn’t something in his control. She’ll get herself out with some assistance, but he wasn’t needed there.

He wasn't really surprised by the way this encounter transpired, seeing the real head of the group wasn't present made things a lot easier for him. For all he puts up, the one in front of him was quite easy to get to. Although that may just be because of how simple it was to get past his walls, a jaded man but not like those types ever posed any issues.

Blue may have been the first person that came to his mind when trying to discern what gave them away, but it was just as likely he wouldn’t be the last.

They had many enemies who wanted to run them into the ground no matter the cost, anyway.

“If the point of this entire show you’ve put up was to blame me for ratting you out, I’m afraid you worked this hard for nothing. I’m sure you’ve figured I want nothing to do with you anymore?”

The blond’s gaze burned holes into his head once again, but Blue ignored him as he had every other time before.

“If you suspect someone to have done so, you and I both know where you should be looking instead” he carried on, “or maybe, it wasn’t an outer source at all”

“Continue.”

Colton’s voice was demanding, threatening, impatient. If it were anyone else, this conversation would have been long over, but unfortunately it still was not.

“You know, I’ve been hearing things”

The other tapped his foot.

“She could have done that herself. At least, that's what a fool may think. The ones you send to watch me are not as discreet as you want them to be, they are not as dedicated as they want you to believe”

“What are you insinuating”

Another way to say ‘choose your next words carefully before I run your head into the ground’, lovely.

“I simply mean that the one who caused this may be closer to you than you think.”

“Something- someone, has infiltrated us?”

Ah, he didn’t consider that, did he? Blue could laugh if not for the increasing tension.

“All I have to add is instead of accusing me of getting her killed, you should be worrying about whether or not I am next”

Bringing attention to his previous involvement with them was unwise, it put both their lives on the line. The brunette relished watching how the other’s expression fell as he desperately tried to piece together a plan, thinking of every possible suspect. That kind of thing was always left to him, the shorter unable to do that kind of thing very well, hard to blame him when all he knew was to dispose of people on the spot and then think, but oh well.

The distraction finally allowed him to untie the knot positioned right above his hands. Terrible craftsmanship, he must say.

His wrists burned by this point, adding to just how uncomfortable he felt in his body at that moment though for a different reason than usual, for once.

He dug his own grave getting involved with this group of individuals, but he will not let them take him to it.

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No, Camille isn't a canon character. No, she doesn't have much plot relevance, Asuka and I thought Colton needed more to his family dynamic and its beneficial for writing purposes so we decided to have her exist only as a plot device. Noooothing more-

[howlingday]

Big Ol' Can

Jaune: Well, this is just great isn't it? No dust, no bullets, and even our swords are losing their edge.

Ren: Lost.

Jaune: Did you find anything we can use as a weapon?

Ren: Nope. Just old canned food.

Jaune: ...It'll have to do. (Takes can) Ready?

Ren: (Takes can) Ready.

It ain't carrots~

It ain't peas~

It ain't peanuts in salted grease~

You just opened up a great big can of WHOOP-ASS~!

Jaune: (Carries box of cans down the hall, Tosses Ren can)

Ren: (Bullseye headshots Ursa, Taps Jaune)

It ain't condensed milk~

It ain't soup~

It ain't peaches in the syrup goop~

You just opened up a great big can of WHOOP-ASS~!

Jaune: (Tackles Hazel to the ground, Repeatedly whacks head with a can)

Ren: (Breaks Watts nose and jaw with a can, Chasing after Tyrian)

Oh, my dear, it's very clear that you did something wrong~!

So, it's time, to pay for your crime with punishment and this song~!

Jaune: (Grabs Tyrian's tail, Yanks him close, Konks him in the head with a can)

Ren: (Bowls can across the floor, Trips Salem, Picks her up)

It ain't gravy~

It ain't clams~

It ain't salmon or processed hams~

You just opened up a great big can of WHOOP-ASS~!

Salem: Put me down!

Ren: (Tosses her to Jaune)

Jaune: (Catches her, Piledrives her)

You just opened up a great big can of WHOOP-ASS~!

Jaune: Now take your god-complex havin' ass and get the hell out of here!