Dream x Blue Oneshots

Blood

Uhm humans :)

CW/TW: Blood drinking, harming animals, pills

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Blue pulled up the cross-stitch pattern that he would be attempting on his computer, bopping his head to the music pumping through his headphones.

He pulled out his white thread and began to map out where it would go. He was decent at cross-stitching, he would say. He wasn't great but he wasn't a beginner. He had attempted this adorable gingerbread pattern a while ago and it did not go particularly well.

That wasn't going to discourage him though! He was trying it again with new knowledge and experience, and he was positive it was going to go better that time.

He hummed along with the song, it was a playlist on YouTube created for him by someone on Twitter. It suited his tastes quite well; he was liking this! He'd have to add some of these artists to his normal rotation of music.

Blood oozed out of his finger as he pricked it with the needle. He whimpered slightly as he put his finger in his mouth to put pressure on it and stop the bleeding. He chuckled to himself.

No matter how many of these he created, he would always end up pricking himself at least once. God, Dream HATED it when he pricked himself. Or whenever he bled, really.

Dream was such a character. He always had such a vehement reaction to blood. Blue didn't think it was disgust, but when Dream's eyes dilated and he covered his mouth, it was hard to think otherwise.

Speaking of, he should probably check up on Dream. They fought with Killer and Cross today and he got bloodied up badly. It was hazy, but the way Dream was looking at him was...concerning.

His memory was blurry, but he remembered Dream carrying him home, desperately trying not to look at him.

When Dream did though...he looked hungry. Like he was about to dive right into Blue's wounds and eat him up.

In a very disturbing way, not in a sexy way.

He was certain that he was just remembering wrong though.

He finished his final stitch before setting it down and pausing the YouTube video. He wasn't done with his project, but it would wait. He loved works in progress anyway.

He pushed his chair out and exited his room, making sure to turn off the lights as he left. He placed his hands behind his back as he walked down the hallway passing the spare bedroom and down to Dream's room.

It wasn't super late, only about...he glanced at the clock on the wall.

10 at night! Dream should still be awake. It'd be weird if he wasn't.

He knocked on the door, putting his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

He waited a few moments and...nothing. He fidgeted nervously and pounded on the door again.

Still nothing.

"Dream?" He called, putting his ear against the door to listen for movements. "Dream!"

He turned the copper doorknob, "I'm coming in!"

He entered the room, it was dark and messy, as it usually was. He flipped on the light and the back window was open. Dream was gone.

Clothes were littered around the floor, and his bed was a mess. Sheets and blankets were torn and pillows ripped open.

Did Dream usually live like this?