DreamSMP oneshots

Rest easy, I'm sorry

not that happy with this one, so I didn't edit properly.

anyways it's  s a d  so be prepared :)

tw // death, murder, descriptions of death, arguments,  a n g s t

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Dream sat on the floor, staring into space with his back against the bedside table and facing away from George. He kept his knees pulled to his chest, making himself as small as possible. The older lay in their shared bed, covers pulled up to his knees as he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. He lay on his right side, legs parted sporadically, body facing the wall and back facing Dream. His brown hair was messy and unkempt, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. He felt somewhat guilty for his actions earlier, but his mind was still clouded and he wanted Dream to apologise first. 

Of course, he knew he should apologise for everything he'd done, but he was petty. He assumed that this would be like any other one of their fights, and they would forgive and forget later, knowing they didn't mean what they said. Or, George didn't mean what he said. Internally, he knew Dream did nothing wrong but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The two had been fighting earlier, and Dream went for a walk to calm down and in hopes of de-escalating the situation. However George never did calm down, and the bubbling anger of unsaid words still lived inside. The usually relaxed and calm brunette was ugly when they argued, and this time was no different. Normally, it was just loud shouts and weak insults. Normally, Dream could calm him down easily and everything would be fine. However, this time was different. 

George had had a tough day and he snapped at his boyfriend. The blonde was forced to leave once George got physical, throwing punches and spouting hurtful insults that he knew would hurt the younger, digging into his insecurities. The blonde raced out the door, blinking back tears and ignoring the burning pain in his heart. While he waited, the older got more and more worked up, resulting in a short temper and 0 patience. So when Dream returned several hours later, once the sky had darkened, George ignored him, not even making eye contact with the younger. Dream didn't speak either, breathing abnormally quiet.

He shouldn't have let him leave.

The only noise in the room was Georges breathing and a soft and inconsistent snapping noise that was slowly irritating the older. The more he would try to forget about it and focus on scrolling through Twitter, the louder it seemed to get. It added an uneasy feeling to the already stressed-out male. He sat up, propped up on his elbow and twisted to look at his boyfriend, who was fidgeting with his fingers anxiously, cracking them every so often. The male was zoned out. Staring straight ahead with what seems to be distress in his eyes, but George shrugs it off.

"Dream," George growled with a lot more malice than intended, watching the younger flinch but not turning around. "Can you quit it?"

The older just nods, not saying a word and continuing to stare, placing his hands on his knees. George rolls his eyes at the response but nonetheless sets it aside. He lays back down, now facing Dream's direction but still not looking at him.

"Can you grab my water for me?" George asks suddenly, too preoccupied with his phone to get it himself. He hears the younger sigh loudly, George rolling his eyes. It was a seemingly simple request, all he wanted was his water bottle from the bedside table that Dream was leaning against. A moment of silence follows.

"No George, I can't," Dream's voice is barely a whisper. George groans slamming his phone into the covers and snatching his water bottle from the bedside table. Dream visibly tensed up.