~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Sick

Thank you superSkepHalo for the request :]

I finished the story and it's now uploaded, it's called "Different" :]
I also wrote a part 3 to "pottery and plants" that I'm uploading soon

cw// throwing up (not too detailed or anything)

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The hot wings stream.

Dream wasn't looking forward to it from the very beginning, when Bad had first mentioned it on his stream while they were in a VC.

He always knew he didn't react well to spicy foods, and he knew that this would end just as badly as it would in the past.

And, as he left the call with the other guys, once the stream ended, he leaned back in his chair, his stomach upset from all the milk he drank to try and counter the burning sensation on his tongue.

The boy decided to go take a nap to hopefully feel better, just letting his stomach settle and not worry about it right now. He slid his chair back, leaving his little office and going to his and George's bedroom to sleep.

The brunet had left the call a little before him, going to the store to pick up a few things, and to get more milk for the house.

He changed into comfortable clothes, just some loose fitting shorts and a too large t-shirt. Laying down, he fell asleep rather quickly, cuddling a pillow and trying to ignore the way his stomach felt.

Barely an hour later, he shot up from his place in bed, being blinded by the quick movement for a second, brain foggy and eyes clouded, he then quickly recovered and made his way to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat and spilling out his stomach contents of food.

He sat down on the cold, white, tile floor, trying to ground his spinning brain and not focus on the way his body felt, but just what he had to do next.

He'd have to get up, brush his teeth, get water, and take some pain pills. He could do all that, right?

But the second he went to stand, it all seemed to come back full force, faced once again with the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

He heard the front door opening as he threw up for the second time, then foot steps, a stop in the movement, then footsteps rushing to the bathroom.

"Dream, are you alright?" George questioned as soon as he was in the threshold to the bathroom, coming over and rubbing the boys back, feeling his forehead. He didn't feel exceedingly warm or anything, so he was kind of confused for a moment.

"Wings, milk, too much" the blond shook his head, laughing softly and flushing the toilet, sitting with his back against the wall opposing the toilet, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing how gross he felt.

"Come here, brush your teeth and I'll grab you some things" the brunet instructed, helping the boy stand and letting him do his thing, as he walked to the kitchen to get him water.

A headache had formed in the tallers already cloudy mind, so he tried to ignore it for now.

Once George had come back, Dream was finished brushing his teeth, currently trying to just breathe and let his mind settle for a moment, he also made sure to wash his hands when he finished with his toothbrush. He looked over when his boyfriend walked in, handing over a glass of ice water and two pain pills. He took them gratefully, saying 'thank you' and then drinking some more of the water.

"Lets go lay down, alright?" the brit said, getting a nod as a response and then helping Dream walk, since his legs still felt a little shaky from the earlier events.

They made it to their bedroom, laying down and cuddling, the dirty-blonds face was shoved into the shorters chest, holding the other tightly to his body and letting his breathing even out more and more, till he fell almost asleep.

Before he officially passed out, George had spoken up.

"Guess we can't have the rest of my milkshake from eairler untill later then" the brunet laughed softly, remembering that he hadn't finished his ice cream eairler since he went to the store, putting it in the freezer for him and Dream to share later.

The taller laughed softly as well, muttering a quiet "i can't even think about eating right now", before falling asleep completely.

George stayed up for another 45 minutes or so, making sure Dream was definitely feeling better and wouldn't have to go throw up again.

Once he felt like the other was all good, he let himself sink more into his boyfriend and their bed, falling asleep with him.

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This one is only like 760 words-- I'm so sorry lmao 0-0