DreamSMP oneshots

Chrysalism

proud of this one :)

tw // anxiety, self-deprecating thoughts, self-hatred

a little bit of dnf

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Georges eyes open and a shiver runs down his spine. It's still dark outside, so he closes his eyes again, unsure of the reason for his awakening. He rolls over, expecting to cuddle up to another, yet his arms fall empty. Now he's awake. The rain outside is pummeling down heavily, giving no remorse to those attempting to sleep. Most would find it relaxing, but not George. All he wants to do is cuddle up to his boyfriend once more and doze off again. He sits up, placing a hand on the other side of the bed and retracting it at the cool sheets. 

George raises an eyebrow. Where is he? Reluctantly, the brunette flips back the covers and stands up, rubbing his eyes to be more awake. He turns on the light in the bedroom, seeing his Dream's phone on the nightstand still, meaning he didn't leave. George pulls a hoodie over his head and opens the bedroom door, checking each room as he walks down the hall. At the end of the hall, he notices the bathroom door closed. George sighs in relief, walking to the door and knocking. Nothing. He knocks once more. Still nothing. He pulls his hoodie sleeve over his hand and turns the cold door handle to the bathroom, opening it and finding the room empty.

George checks the entire house twice more, panic slowly setting in with each passing moment. Now fully awake, the brunette was running around the house, calling out to his boyfriend at the top of his lungs. His palms are sweating, and he feels hot in his hoodie, the cold that was brought by the rain no longer bothering him. He checks his phone, then Dream's phone, and finding nothing. Surely he wouldn't have left without his phone. 

It was bucketing down outside, no one in they're right mind would go in a storm like this. It would take an insane person to take that plunge. But, his boyfriend is insane. Wait. George makes a beeline down the hallway to the back door, throwing it open and almost tearing the door from its hinges. He steps out, eyes darting around the backyard as they slowly adjust to the dark, and nearly cries with relief.

A silhouetted body was sitting in the rain, body shaking slightly from what he assumes to be the cold. He sighs, walking into the chilly rain and feeling it instantly soak his pyjamas. He shivers as the water engulfs him, drenching him within seconds. George wraps his arms around himself in a hopeless attempt to heat himself up. Water drips from his hair by the time he has met the figure. Clay sat with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His head tucked in his knees, looking slightly pathetic. 

George frowns, kneeling beside him on the wet grass, and wrapping his left arm around his boyfriend. The boy doesn't flinch, continuing to shake and rock back and forth. George then rests his head on the blonde's shoulder, listening to him take shaky breathes and sniffles. After a moment, George repositions himself in front of the cradled man, placing a finger underneath the youngers chin and lifting it to meet his gaze. Georges heart tears at the glazed, puffy and red eyes staring back at him. Clay sniffs, moving his arm to wipe his nose and under his eyes, a futile attempt to compose himself. He hates letting George see him like this. Clay was an eccedentsiast, a rock for George. He never wanted George to worry about him. But here they are, George staring at Clay with a soft and worried expression, tearing Clay apart piece by piece. He felt guilty. He reaches up and cups Georges chin, looking directly into his concerned gaze.

"Go back inside, you need some sleep," Dream pleads with a soft smile. George grabs the hand on his chin and moves it back to Clay's knees, resting his hand on top of the blonde's.

"Why are you outside?" Georges's voice was smooth and slightly unsure. Dreams smile faulters, but not enough for his boyfriend to notice.

"It's nice, I couldn't hear the rain as well from inside" Dream puts it, stretching his hand out to the pouring rain as though to prove his point.