𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

blissful [dnf] 🖤/💛

dnf [🖤/💛] some sad happy shiz

tw: self harm

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george walked into the house slowly. he had felt bad about their argument and just wanted to make everything right again.

he walked through the dark living room while the heavy droplets of rain poured down on the house and the thunder rang loudly throughout the sky causing the house to shake.

"dream..." george called out quietly.

while walking up the stairs george tried to remember what real love was. that mistakes can happen and that even though some people might be sinful and test your love doesn't mean it will break.

"dream...you up?" george spoke again, calling out for the other.

george placed his hand on the doorknob to the their shared room. he heard gentle sobs coming from the bathroom.

he sighed knowing that he shouldn't have left dream alone in his current state. he knocked on the bathroom door softly.

"dream... can i come in?" george spoke with care and concern.

dream didn't respond.

"i'm coming in okay"

he opened the door to see a disheveled dream sitting on the cold tile floor, with a blade in his hand.

george approached the situation cautiously, knowing dream could break at any moment.

he sat down in front of the crying boy trying to take the blade from him lightly, "hey my love, i know it's hard but you're one month clean. isn't that right?"

"just one more time. nobody will know" dream whispered in defeat gripping the blade in his hand with more force. he looked down at the floor, his arms in view. his cuts were fading...he hated that.

dream was drowning. drowning in self hatred. depression was consuming him. but the pain, the pain made it all better. the feeling itself was a bad type of euphoria that slipped over him. when you would glide the blade over your skin, the beads of blood that would sizzle over. it was numbing.

or actually quite the opposite, it wasn't numbing. if anything it actually made dream feel alive. to know that he deserved this, he craved the pain.

"dream, you don't need to do it. everything's okay now, i'm here. look at me." george cupped dreams face with one of his hands, his other hand still trying to take the blade from dream.

"george you don't understand i need to do this" dream has started sobbing, "i need to"

"please trust me my love, you don't need to. you're clean now and that's amazing and i'm so incredibly proud of you. you've been doing really well with your other coping strategies. how about we go pick one from the list okay?" george was able to take the blade from the others grip. he sighed with relief as he threw it in the nearby trash. he pulled dream into a loving hug, letting the blond cry as he brushed his fingers through dreams hair.

"i'm sorry" dream said, voice cracking.

"it's okay, i know it's hard, but it gets better. i just want you to talk to me when you feel this way"

"i know but we were mad at each other and it got the best of me and i was disappointed in myself and it was- it was like calling me to do it"

"you can always speak to me, no matter the circumstances. i will always be here for you. i will never leave..." george pulled away from the warm embrace and picked up one of dreams arms and kissed one of his scars, "...i love you"

"i love you too"

the night was filled with them baking cupcakes and running after each other trying to place frosting on each other's faces.

they took polaroid pictures, took a bath together, and watched movies and cuddled, sharing many kisses and saying sweet nothingness to each other.

both loved this feeling.

the feeling of pure bliss.

true happiness.

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(wc: 656)

guys all these oneshots having happy endings aren't my vibe ngl🥲