Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Blue & Dream & Stretch || A Found Family

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONESHOT INCLUDES THE AUTHOR TRYING AT SOME FLUFF AND SHOCKINGLY SUCCEDING.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

~oOo~

It was well known among his friends that Dream didn't take care of himself.

He was on the run most of the time, so he couldn't. He barely ate, either, as he relied on the positivity from the AUs he visited. That sustained him enough. He barely slept, too. It was rare to see him taking a nap, though if he did it wouldn't be long and would most likely be on Blue's couch.

Most importantly, however, he didn't take care of his wings.

Yes, he had wings. They weren't just rumours. They were small, though, so he mostly had them hidden underneath his cape. He could fly with them, but only for a short while. They found that out thanks to Ink.

His wings were a mess. Feathers tangled and uncomfortable, though he learned to ignore it. He rarely slept on his wings for the reason of not making it worse. Somehow, it gets worse anyways.

So, no, Dream did not take care of himself at all. Can you blame him? He's too busy taking care of Nightmare and the Multiverse to give a damn about the state of his health and wings. It wasn't that hard to understand.

This is what he was trying to get Blue to see. They had argued about this before, but Dream always won in the end.

Now, this argument was different. Blue was done listening to 'excuses' apparently.

"Just because you're busy a lot," his friend immediately shot back, arms crossed and foot tapping, "does not mean you can't take a break for a few minutes!"

Dream huffed.

They had been at this for a while. He knew that Blue was getting frustrated with his lack of care to himself recently (it was quite hard to ignore). His friend had a habit of building up his concerns until they burst. Today was that day.

The minute Dream had come back from a battle with Nightmare, Blue had confronted him. Blue's brother, Stretch, had been entering the room at the time and had frozen, recognizing the incoming lecture/argument from the times it was directed at him. Stretch had then said he would be back and left Dream to his fate.

The Papyrus was probably laughing to himself about it now.

Dream didn't like being worried about. This was a main issue as to why these arguments even existed. Blue and him had different views as to what friends should do. Blue believed that friends do whatever they can for the others, especially if it's that one friend who is always overworking himself. Dream, on the other hand, believed that friends don't pry into the lives of the others, respecting their privacy, especially if it's that one friend who is the mom of the group.

The other thing was, Dream knew that Blue was right. Blue knew he did too.

Should Dream just give up his fight? Probably.

Will he? Absolutely not.

Why? Because a trait that he and his negative twin shared was that they are both stubborn. They would be in favour of keeping their pride than giving in and accepting help. This trait is probably the reason for most of their problems.

So, Dream was going to fight this to his last breath.

"Blue," he began, wings puffing a little in anger. Blue had wrestled his cape away from him too and was currently holding onto it. He felt naked without it, but he persevered. "you are asking me to stay here for a whole day, which, need I remind you, threatens your AU, and sleep for at least three hours—"