~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Stressed

The art is by @ tofu.starch on Instagram :]

this is my 30th oneshot 0-0 that's crazy lol

more hurt/comfort lmao, definitely not me self projecting onto George, wdym ✋🙄

also they're not YouTubers in this :]

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He's so stressed, tired, and anxious. The whole week he had been on edge, not knowing what's going to be happening and not knowing what he can do to help. With getting a new job, not being given the schedule right away, being given the wrong schedule when he did get it, and showing up at the wrong hours for training because of said incorrect schedule, it's safe to say George was exhausted.

The person that was supposed to be training him, his manager, seemed like he didn't even know the layout of the place. Because all he's going to be doing is coding, and he definitely already knows how to do that, the manager had mostly just showed him around the building, told him the correct login information for his computer, as well being told how to access important files from home. The manager hadn't been the one to tell him all of that though, he also had another coworker walking around with them, making sure important information was relayed.

Atleast his manager knows where the breakroom and bathrooms are.

He had felt so clouded all week, wanting to cry from anxiety and the fear of the unknown that had been fogging his thoughts. The overwhelming-ness of a new unorganized job that couldn't just give him the correct information he needed. The week had been packed full of things to make him want to just rip his hair out.

He was so excited to start this new coding job, figuring since it was a pretty big and important company they would have their shit together, right?

He was sadly mistaken.

The other night for work, when he had gone in at the hours listed on the schedule, it turns out they had given him the wrong time, so he was an hour late. He had to work an hour more then he had expected, coming home to a tired Dream, who was curled up in their bed waiting on him.

Since his boyfriend did freelance coding, he wasn't to worried about his late hours, since Dream would be home and he wouldn't be worried about never getting to see him. But the blond was definitely very upset when he had been in bed, waiting for George to finally join him an hour later than expected.

And now it's Saturday, supposed to be George's day off, but he had a coding assignment he needed to turn into his boss on Monday, and since he didn't want to rush it on Monday morning/ rush it on Friday night, he figured it would be easiest to take care of it on the weekend.

His personal computer was pretty nice, the coding system running smoothly, as well as his wifi. The thing that had really gotten to him though, is how long the code is. To make it easy to decipher, he had spent over an hour cleaning it up, and then still had to add in a few extra things.

He and Dream had eaten a quick breakfast, and he immediately got to work, not realizing it was already 4 in the afternoon untill the taller boy came in, pressing a kiss to his neck and massageing his shoulders.

"Hey baby, you should take a break, it's been like 5 hours of working" Dreams voice was soft, wanting to coax George out of his chair.

Dream knew how his boyfriend gets. The brunet tends to spend hours upon hours working on something until it's just right, them sleeping for ages because of the lack of breaks in between. He would always bring him water, food, and sometimes some pain medication incase he got headaches for the constant lighting, straining his eyes.

"Oh, it's been that long? Well I have more stuff to do, I'm almost done, just like, thirty more minutes" the green-eyed boy nods, kissing his neck once again, pulling his chair back and out of the desk, moving the chair so the brunet faces the door. He stands up fully, no longer leaning down to kiss the sitting boy, and standing infront of George. He puts his hands out in front of him, making grabby hands for the boy to take and stand up.

"You said that, like, 2 hours ago. Come on bubs" the Floridain quickly shuts down the others complaint, making grabby hands once again.

George gets the hint, taking a hold of the freckled hands and allowing himself to be dragged off to their room, where a paper plate with a sandwich is already sitting on the bedside table, along with a cold bottle of water.

Dream continues to lead the way, laying down first and patting the comforter for George to take a seat. The brown-eyed boy giggles softly, sitting down with his back against a few pillows and the head board. The taller cuddles into George side and legs, reaching over him to grab the paper plate, setting it onto his boyfriends lap.

"While you eat, im gonna take a nap, feel free to join me when your done" the younger smiles up at George, getting a smile in response.

"Thank you so much for making me take breaks, even when I whine about it most of the time" the brit thanks him, happy that he has someone that is always there for him, and someone that will work through his stubbornness to take care of his physical and mental health.

"Ofcourse, I'm always here for you, now eat" the blond snuggles up into the outside of Georges thigh, waiting patently for the other to finish, so they can properly cuddle.

Once the brunet finishes up his sandwich, as well as the last sips of water, he pushes Dream out of the way briefly, so he can sink down into the sheets. After he's comfortable, he wraps his arms around the tallers waist, one hand traveling up the back of his shirt to feel the warm expanse of skin. They pull eachother close and sink into the feeling of eachothers embrace, legs tangling together.

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I have so many longer ideas that I never have time to write, or I I have a longer idea and it ends up being short 🧍‍♂️not pog

I've been so busy this week, and every time I feel motivated to write, I can't :/ not poggers