#blue needs help

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Warnings: Mentioned physical abuse (here disguised as self-harm), self-harm (cutting), eating disorder (anorexia), psych ward setting (with patient mistreatment), very strongly implied depression, light description of injuries, blood, violence, forceful eating, distorted body image

Synopsis: Group activity had been even worse than Blue had imagined, but the fact literally every other patient and even the nurse looked like they hated this moment as much as he did, at least made it a little better.

But now he had to face an even more unpleasant event: dinner.

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Pairing: Drueswap

Multiverse: Dreamswap

Warnings: Past alcohol use, I think that’s it.

Synopsis: Wine hangovers are the worst.

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When Blue woke up the next morning, he could only describe his state as pitiful. His head was ringing loudly as if someone had introduced a bell inside of his skull and was currently in the process of banging it as hard as they could against his bones. His eyes were hardly movable and keeping them open was painful anyway, he was susceptible to the light and just a sparkle was enough to make him feel like his irises were burning.

It wasn’t just his eyes though, his whole body felt so heavy compared to what it usually felt like and there was that thing surrounding him that made him uncomfortable. After risking yet again a look at the outside world and immediately regretting it, Blue groaned and buried his face into Dream’s shoulder.

“I don’t like this at all.” He squeezed Dream tighter, who just let out a sigh in response.

“Wine hangovers are the worst, I agree.” He let one of his fingers trace the bone of Blue’s back, who basically melted, and leaned even more into the winged man.

“Having them isn’t something I regret lacking.”

“I still don’t understand how you could like that. It doesn’t even taste that good and the aftermath is a nightmare!” Dream laughed at his hopeless tone.

“That’s what happens when you’re in a really bad state- Now get off of me, I need to go make breakfast.” Dream tried to straighten up, making the blanket slightly slip off Blue’s body.

The latter whined into his neck, not letting go. If anything, he was holding him even tighter now. “Stay with me…” He slurred, trying to push the other down to the mattress again. “I would tie you down if I have to…” He mumbled, still half asleep and entirely in pain.

“Ah.” Dream sighed, flopping back down, much to Blue’s happiness. “So you don’t want me to go huh?”

A hiss escaped the shorter one. “Oh no, of course, I want you to leave me alone in my misery, silly me! WHAT DO YOU THINK?” His voice cracked in the middle of his second sentence and he absolutely wanted to die at that moment.

Dream hummed, one of his hands reaching up to pet the other’s hair to calm him down. It seems to work since Blue slouched back down against Dream’s body again. His leg brushed his own and he stifled out a laugh, that contact felt like a tickle.

“So you’re unusually sassy and get mad easily during a hangover, got it.” Blue groaned again, shifting. He felt so tired but he didn’t want to sleep either. That sucked.

“You don’t need to remember that.” His arm was starting to feel numb because of being stuck between his and Dream’s body. He wiggled it out before resting it on Dream’s chest. That felt better. “I’m not planning on touching any drop of alcohol ever again.”

Dream smirked up at him, rubbing small circles on his nape. “Maybe you shouldn’t have touched my stash without asking me first Hmm?”

Blue slightly tilted his head upward to weakly glare at the other. “Oh shut up, I don’t wanna hear about this anymore.” He flopped his head back down in defeat.

After that, the two fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken by Blue’s soft purring and whimpering when Dream stopped touching him.

Another mewl escaped him before Dream started speaking again.

“Hey Blue, do you remember anything that happened while you were drunk?” Blue froze, his purrs momentarily stopped as well. Even if that happened, Dream kept rubbing small circles on his nape with his finger, albeit a bit slower now.

“... For my sake, it’s better if I pretend I don’t.” He let out after a few, feeling even worse than he initially did. That was a record on its own. “I’m sorry, but could we talk about something else?”

Dream’s finger went back to its original speed. “Of course, that’s totally fine. Don’t hesitate to talk to me though if you need it alright? I promise I’m a good listener.” Blue almost wanted to tear up at how sweet that was. Perhaps, this kind of behavior was normal and there was really nothing to get emotional about but he couldn’t help it. It was one of the first times someone had truly cared for him like that and he can’t deny how good it feels to know someone cares.

“Anyways, I found what happened shortly after you fell asleep really cute.” Blue’s eye twitched. He didn’t know what happened exactly but just by Dream’s teasing tone, he was not going to like it very much, he could feel it deep in his soul.

“... What are you referring to exactly?” While the words were leaving his mouth, his brain had been furiously searching for any kind of memory it could get its hands on. What could he have possibly done then? Or said? He has seen drunk people do crazy stuff numerous times and he wasn’t quite sure what he was able to do. After all, it was the first time he had ever drunk anything.

“Oh, you know…” Blue swore Dream’s smirk was just getting wider. “When you asked for my hand after forgetting we were together?”

Blue took approximately ten seconds to register and comprehend the information. Once he did, a loud screech escaped his throat. “WHAT?!”

The winged man’s chuckles turned into downright hysterical laughter when that happened, his chest vibrating with the action.

“There’s no way I did that!” The shorter one shouted, his cheeks tainted a faint cherry red. “I don’t remember that happening at all, you’re just teasing me!” Dream was unresponsive to his protests, keeping on laughing.

His boyfriend got slightly angry, weakly hitting his shoulder. “Stop laughing!” He wasn’t strong enough to actually make those hits hurt, he didn’t want to anyway, but that seemed to make Dream’s laughter calm down.

“Haha…” Dream wiped a lone tear that was threatening to escape his eye. Was that really this funny? “Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all.

“Although it did happen, look, I have a video.” Blue’s eyes widened in horror.

“You what?” Seeing Dream swipe his screen with his finger felt like watching the guillotine getting ready to behead him and him handing him his phone, the equivalent of walking toward said guillotine.

He took the device with a slightly trembling hand, praying to every God there is that this didn’t actually happen, that it was actually a bad prank Dream was pulling on him.

Then he hit the play button.

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Some shuffling was noticeable when the video started, the screen alternating between white sheets to blinding white light. A hiss was heard not too far from the mic, the sound slightly picking up.

After a few seconds, the image finally got cleared and the camera was turned to something that was actually interesting. Dream’s face.

“Finally.” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “That took way too much time to do.” A sigh escaped him. “I’m gonna have to be faster later, I can’t deal with needing 5 minutes just to get a dumb video started.”

While he was talking, a sleepy Blue stumbled out of the bedroom in the background, rubbing his eyes with one hand absently.

Dream looked back at the screen and frowned when he noticed Blue in the camera’s shot. He twisted his neck slightly to look at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Blue?” He called, grabbing the other’s attention. “What are you doing up already? It’s still late, go back to sleep.” The words that came out of Dream’s mouth seemed to pass over Blue completely who just stopped to stare at the winged man, his jaw wide open.

Dream tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Uh… Blue? You alright?”

“Wow…” The latter responded, quickly making his way over to Dream and sitting right before him. His hand reached for one of Dream’s wings, which rapidly ducked out of his reach. That rejection only seemed to increase Blue’s newfound admiration for them, his pupils looking seconds away from stars. “Are you an Angel?”

The question seemed to throw Dream off, who basically choked on his spit. “Wha- Blue, you know that I’m not an Angel, I told you many times before, don’t you remember?”

It was Blue’s turn to look confused. His dilated pupils looked up at Dream. “Have we met before?” Dream’s mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out of the action. He looked conflicted on what to do next, probably not used to this kind of behavior from Blue.

“Of course not.” He shook his head, not waiting for Dream’s reaction to start speaking again. “I think I would have remembered if I had seen such a handsome face.” He shifted closer as Dream sputtered, his hand coming up to cup Dream’s cheek. “Your eyes are so pretty too… Are you single?”

The camera started shaking, it looks like Dream was as sensitive to Blue’s flirting as when he’s sober.

He started to scoot even closer, his eyes boring into Dream’s. “You look so good blushing… Oh screw it all.” He sat on Dream’s lap without warning, holding his collar with two hands. “Marry me, please.”

He sounded so desperate that Dream’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell, the loud thud shaking the device. A few minutes of muffled sounds later, a hand finally appeared on camera before it was grabbed and taken back into the light.

“He fell asleep.” Dream looked dumbfounded as he said that, Blue curled up to his side like a cat and his eyes closed. “I'm going to show him this when he wakes up tomorrow. I just have to.”

Then the video stopped.

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Dream was waiting patiently for Blue’s reaction.

“…” Blue inhaled deeply. “Show this to anyone and I swear to god I will make out with you in front of the journalists.”

I shouldn’t have finished this quickly but I’m a procrastinator so obviously that had to happen- Anyways, here is a long awaited Drueswap oneshot, I missed those idiots so much-

Warnings: Alcohol use, abuse/physical violence, breakdowns, mentioned alcoholism and I think that’s it

Synopsis: Blue tries to drink a shot of wine, immediate regret.

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The fact that Dream used to be an alcoholic was never a secret for Blue. It was actually one of the first things he had searched about him, in case he would have found him drinking during one of his many visits.

Thankfully though, Dream had stopped drinking a long time ago but surprisingly, he still kept his stash of liquor tucked away near his office.

Blue had one day stumbled inside that room and, as curious as he is, he wondered how it would feel like to drink. Due to his… special conditions growing up, he never really got the chance to go out with people at parties and never had any friends to do any of that anyways. He knew that alcohol smelled and that the taste was generally not that good. He also knew that people were aware of that. So what made all of these alcoholics continue to drink even though they knew it wasn’t good for their health?

He wanted answers and Blue was the type of man to push until he got what he wanted.

He was usually the type to conduct a thorough research about a subject before experimenting right away but today, he deemed that little experiment of his harmless enough not to proceed as he usually would. In case of problems, Dream was just in the next room anyway.

He looked over the impressive number of bottles placed next to one another before he eventually reached for a random one, not really noticing how old it was. He looked around and soon found the glass he was looking for, he grabbed one and started to pour the wine into it.

He was being careful, he just wanted to taste it after all, not get drunk. He had no clue how he would be drunk and he didn’t intend to find out, it scared him far too much.

What he didn’t take into account however was the fact that alcohol was supposed to be drunk slowly but also the fact that wine entered the bloodstream way faster than beer, making it relatively easy for someone to get drunk.

At first, he didn’t feel much but a few seconds later, he started feeling dizzy, a little warm even. He tried to shake the feeling off but it didn’t go and instead made him stumble a bit forward.

It felt like a fog had taken over his brain and he was walking out of the room with a weird limp, giggling quietly all the while.

Surprisingly, Dream wasn’t sitting behind his desk and working but was instead hunched over his phone on the couch, seemingly watching a video about animals, if the smile on his face was anything to go by.

Blue stopped, just staring at him for a few seconds. He had always found Dream pretty and still does, especially when he was looking genuinely happy like that, but he felt really weird right now like there was something tight in his chest that didn’t like what he was seeing.

He briefly wondered if it was about the alcohol, after all, it had already made him tipsy with just a shot of it. How far-stretched was it if it made him feel weird in the chest as well? He was starting to regret not searching things about that or at least asking Dream, he knew how the last time he didn’t inquire his opinion ended up as and he was not quite thrilled to relive the same thing.

He called out to him or at least thought he did. In reality, his mouth moved but no sound came out of it, explaining why Dream didn’t react to it. At the other’s lack of reaction, Blue frowned. He tried again, no sound. He still didn’t realize his voice wasn’t coming out of his chords and just felt like Dream was ignoring him.

In normal terms, Blue would simply pout or feel a bit upset about that. But right now, his mind was a mess and the alcohol was getting to his head, throwing any rational thought out the window.

He started to breathe a little funny.

This whole situation suddenly triggered a memory from his subconscious that he was sure had been lost to time. He was… how old was he at the time? 10? Maybe 12? He had no idea. He only knew that it was a bad day for him, an awful one even like most of his days spent with his brother.

That morning, Papyrus had dragged him by the ear to the store, finally letting him out of the house he was usually secluded in. Blue found that suspicious at first but after finally stepping out of the building, that wariness faltered a little to be replaced by happiness. It was the first time in forever since he had gone out and felt grass beneath his feet instead of the cold hard and bloody floor of his room and he was feeling something similar to euphoria.

He was so happy in fact that during their outing, he accidentally let go of an item that dropped to the ground and broke. A long silence had ensued. Blue was shaking but desperately tried to compose himself. They were in public, surely, he wouldn’t try anything here right?

He was wrong, so terribly wrong.

Papyrus started yelling at him, openly insulting him in front of a huge crowd that looked away, some people even left him there, hurrying out of the aisle to hide in the next one.

That’s when he landed the first hit. It was a slap.

The sound of the slap echoed inside the aisle and Blue took a few seconds to realize what just happened. It didn’t even hurt. It was just shocking and unexpected. At one point, he didn’t remember when, but he had found himself on the floor, his back aching and products scattered around him like confetti.

He saw Papyrus walk toward him, pissed off, and his intentions clear: he was going to kick him. In front of everyone.

Panic washed over him and he looked over at the previous crowd gathering around them with teary eyes, searching for any sympathetic gaze, just one would have done the job.

He found none as most people had left. The ones who did stay weren’t looking at him and were simply choosing an item from a shelf, as if there wasn’t a boy getting beat up just a few inches away from there.

Papyrus’s foot collided with his stomach and he gasped, pain taking over him. He desperately tried to get away, to get help but no matter how many times he reached out, no one turned to look at him. It felt like he was invisible to them.

Look at me!

He let out a sob when he felt Papyrus’s hand wrapped around his throat and lifting him up. His eyes bore into Blue’s and the latter swore he could see the tiniest glint of amusement in those demonic orange irises.

Please look at me!

He couldn’t support his gaze any longer and so he turned away, once again trying to make eye contact with anyone else in the aisle. He never managed to.

Why won’t you look at me?

His feet dangled in the air uselessly as he grabbed at the hands around his throat. He was going to die. He turned his head one last time to see that people were still ignoring him despite the urgency of the situation.

Why won’t you look at me?!

“LOOK AT ME!” Blue suddenly screamed, making the winged man jump in his seat and almost drop his phone. He didn’t hear Blue arrive. “WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME?!”

His voice was teary and his expression was a strange mix of frustration, fear, anger, despair, and hate. That got Dream to frown, his phone long abandoned on the couch as he walked toward him, trying to get his attention.

“Blue?” No response. He kept screaming, arms wrapped around his stomach. It looked like he was in pain.

“Whywhywhywhywhy—“

“Blue!” The taller shouted, grabbing his shoulders. The intoxicated man jolted, not expecting that, successfully tearing him out of whatever daydream he was having. He stammered, looking in Dream’s direction but not really seeing him. It more so looked like he was seeing through him.

“What…?” He took a step back before whipping his head around in all directions with a fearful look, like he was expecting a serial killer to jump to his throat at any moment. “Where is…?” He didn’t finish the sentence, letting it die in the atmosphere.

Dream didn’t say anything, his face scrunched. He had just noticed the familiar scent of alcohol and knowing that he had not touched a single drop of one in decades, it was definitely not from him. He looked at Blue in concern and only just realized that the door to his previous hiding spot from reality was wide open.

Something clicked in his brain. He walked around Blue, closing the door shut before dragging the other to the couch. The entire duration of that, Blue didn’t know how he was feeling. His mind was so fuzzy and he was so confused…

He seemed to be spacing out but before he could fall too far, Dream snapped his fingers in front of his face, jolting him awake yet again. Blue seemed to finally process Dream actually being here and looking at him, if the fact he just threw himself at his neck was any indication of that.

“I’m sorry—“ He breathed out, shaking. “I don’t know— I don’t understand— Please don’t ignore me again I’ll do anything please-“ Dream hugged back, one of his hands tracing a circle under the other’s hoodie. That seemed to soothe him. The smell of wine was even more obvious this close.

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” He almost whispered a hand coming to pet Blue’s hair. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I was.” The shorter one melted at that and sank down on Dream, a purr escaping him.

“Dream…” Blue frowned, he forgot what he wanted to say. That didn’t normally happen. “Can we stay like this a little more? I’m sleepy.”

The politician pulled away, before shifting their position so that Blue’s back was pressed against his chest and his head resting on his shoulder. “Isn’t that a bit better?” Blue nodded before he looked up at Dream.

“You’ll look at me, right?” The winged man arched an eyebrow, why was he obsessing over this verb today? Should he ask? As an answer, he nodded, cupping his cheek with one hand.

Blue snuggled that hand, loving how warm it felt against his skin. Dazed happiness replaced the gripping fear from before. Dream watched Blue’s eyes flutter shut as the latter nuzzled his hand, reminiscing his expression when he heard him yell the first time.

His eyes narrowed. He’s gonna have to have a conversation with him when sobers up later. He blinked when he heard the sound of soft snoring beneath him. He looked down and noticed that Blue had already fallen asleep, probably tired because of the alcohol.

i need help for an english assignment

i have to answer this question:

I have two dogs my partner and I refer to them as The Twins. The boy is an absolute unit of a dog called Crowley, his sister is like the stealth model and we call her Mystic.

Fun fact both of them are confused on who is the big dog.

Crowley is absolutely convinced he is a delicate wisp of a dog suited only for lap sitting and cuddles.

Mystic believes she could reasonably eliminate any and all threats to the house like Hulk throwing around Loki.

Since I had an all day shift at work yesterday both of them are being their type of clingy.

Mystic is blocking the door to keep me from leaving.

Crowley is flopped across my lap like he's dramatically fainted.