"Hey Gadling! Your Session Is Over. Pack Your Filthy Pucks And Clear Out." Dream Called Out As He Laced

"Hey Gadling! Your session is over. Pack your filthy pucks and clear out." Dream called out as he laced up his skates. "Gadling?" The aforementioned hockey player was pressed against the boards, clutching at his stick and gasping for air. "Hob!" Dream jumped the board - the first time in two decades - And sped over, foregoing a proper stop in favour of skidding on his knees. Closer, it was obvious that Hob was firmly in the throes of a panic attack, and it was all Dream could do to pull him into his embrace. "Breathe with me, Hob. I have you."

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Hob startled awake a few hours later, to the sound of gasping breaths. Dream was sitting up, curled up against the headboard. He had his face hidden in his knees as he desperately tried to be quiet, reluctant to disturb Hob.

He was going to slip out of the room soon. “Dream, you’re okay. It’s June 1st, 2019, you’re safe, you’re with Hob Gadling. Can you repeat that for me?”

Dream shook his head once, jerky and anxious, and his trembling became worse.

Hob blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes, and pulled himself closer. He wrapped his calloused hand around Dream’s dainty ankle, but Dream flinched at the initial contact. Hob winced internally, but chose not to pull it away. Somehow, he had the sense that supporting Dream’s bad ankle would help ground him.

“You’re alright, Dream. Breathe with me?” He counted out loud — four to inhale, seven to hold, and eight to exhale. He tapped out the beats with his thumb, and slowly but surely, Dream’s breathing calmed.

“Calm down, Dream. It’s okay. Slowly, yes… good job. You’re doing well. You’re doing so well.”

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i just know that if we had any website or details of the attackers, we'd manually DDoS them just because we want our gay lil bedtime stories

Favorite Sandman Episode:

The Sound of Her Wings

are you fucking kidding me what about 'i don't want to be on twitter' do you not understand