One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Drabbles 3

Part two of yesterday!

Today's list:

-dweamy makes a big fucky wucky

-cross finds a fox!

-ccino checking out library books then he starts checking out nightmare

-Shopping~ Killer is buying condoms, and Blue is at the counter. very very awkward eye contact.

Let us begin!

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fucky wucky, go!

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"Oh.. Oh dear."

Nightmare met Dream's stare challengingly, waiting for him to say something while Killer stared at him with flushed cheeks. Dream felt his own cheeks beginning to burn, his gaze quickly darting away. "I'm just gonna.."

"Close the door behind you." Dream, his face on fire, silently stepped back, twisting the handle's lock as he went. He pulled the door closed. He stood there for a few moments, stunned and embarrassed with the image he'd just seen fresh on his mind.

Cross was waiting back in their shared room, pacing anxiously as he waited for Dream. He perked up as the door opened, rushing over to check on his small lover. He froze mid-step at Dream's stricken expression, blinking at the bright blush that covered every inch of Dream's face. "Dream?" The blushing guardian covered his mouth, a weak laugh slipping free. He held up a hand, clearing his throat and stating in a tight voice, "I need some bleach. Or holy water."

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Dinner was silent. Dream completely avoided even looking in Nightmare or Killer's direction, keeping his gaze on his plate as he fiddled with his fork. Cross sat beside him, occasionally breaking into quiet laughter, which he'd been doing ever since Dream told him what happened.

Nightmare, it seemed, after so long, grew impatient. "Cross, mind sharing what's so funny." Cross snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth as his shoulder's scrunched up. His face had gone purple with amusement. Dream pouted to himself, aggressively stabbing at the broccoli. Nightmare repeated himself more sternly, and Cross was finally able to answer. "Well," he dragged out the l, "Dream here was just telling me about something."

Killer twitched, and Cross could tell that he knew what he was talking about. Nightmare's tendrils lashed in the air behind him. "He told you??" Cross snickered, popping the steamed stem of broccoli into his mouth, humming instead of answering. Dream shrank as Nightmare glared at him, quietly squeaking.

In a moment of panic, he tried to throw the attention elsewhere, stammering to Killer, "S-so, I didn't know you could fit seven tentacles-" He didn't let himself finish, his hands flying up to his mouth, his eyes wide with horror. Cross choked on his broccoli. Dream's face started heating, his chest feeling like it would burst. Why the hell did he say that?????

He hesitantly looked at his brother, glancing at Killer. Nightmare's tentacles had dropped limply, his jaw hanging open with cyan flush covering his face. Killer had his own red blush hidden behind his hands, his shoulders shaking with restrained laughter. Dream averted his gaze as Nightmare growled at him. He cursed under his breath, lightly slapping himself as he muttered. He quickly stood up, taking Cross's arm and bowing, urging Cross towards the doors.

Dream was mortified, flopping onto Cross's bed with shoving his skull underneath a pillow to scream out his embarrassment. Cross was still struggling to recover by the door. "Holy crap, Dream, Nightmare's going to be so pissed-!" Dream flung the pillow at him, hissing, "I know! I fucked up, now be quiet so I can wallow in my shame!" Cross chuckled, tossing the pillow back. "Wow, you cursed? You must be pretty embarrassed." Dream dropped back onto the pillows, covering his face with a groan.