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Losing Isn't Fun (Little!Dream, CG!George)

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!warning for crying n a little teasing n bad words!

Setting: IRL Minecraft
Summary: It's upsetting to lose a game you're normally good at, but it's even worse when your opponents are teasing you about it the whole time. This causes Dream to slip.

Yet again inspired by an event in my life where i slipped and had a tantrum because i lost at uno too many times

i'm no longer allowed to play uno
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"Ha, plus four! Take that, bitch!" Sapnap shouted, slapping the card down triumphantly. Dream groaned, picking his cards up begrudgingly and crossing his arms. Thank god for his big hands, or else he wouldn't be able to fit all 25 of them in.

"Language, I've told you before," Bad warned, his parental, scolding tone making Dream's head buzz a bit. He shook his head, but the feeling lingered.

"Sorry, dad," Sapnap said sarcastically, eliciting laughs from George and small, wheezy giggles from Dream. The Brit glanced over at the man in the green hoodie, recognizing the slight glaze in his eye and the higher-pitch of his laugh, but said nothing of it and continued to play the game.

After several more turns of being skipped, picking up cards, and only getting to put down one or two cards at a time that by time Bad called Uno, Dream had only gotten rid of two or three of his cards. The frustration of it caused him to pout and whine; "That's not fair! You guys are being mean!"

"It's not our problem if you suck at this game," George teased, words supposed to be playful. Dream didn't take it like that, though - in his very quickly regressing mind, George was making fun of him - so he tossed his cards down on the coffee table and storming away.

Slamming his bedroom door shut, Dream only lasted a few seconds before the tears began to run. The salty water traced his freckles cheeks and nose and drew out soft sniffles and whimpers from the little. Curled up on his side with his squid plush drawn close to his chest, Dream just let his tears slid down with little resistance.

A soft knock came from the door, and he muttered a small "go 'way" at the person. They, in fact, did not go away, instead pushing the door open and letting light peek into the dim room. Dream rolled over, away from George in the doorway. The Brit approached the bed slowly.

"C'mom Dream, you know we didn't mean it," George sighed, poking Dream's back gently when the blond seemed to have ignored him. He got a sniffle in return. "Dream?"

Pulling the little into a sitting position, George's eyebrows furrowed at what he found. Dream let slip small sob, squeezing his eyes shut and curling in on himself. George opened his arms, and the blond gladly launched himself into them, whimpers and cries sliding from his lips now.

"I j-jus' wa-an'ed t-ta wi-in," Dream cried, guilt building in George as he spoke.

"Aw, I'm sorry lovely," he said softly, rocking the boy in his arms and placing kisses to the top of his head. "We didn't mean to make you upset, I should've paid more attention."

"'S-S 'ka-ay," Dream whispered and snuggled further into George's chest, mewling happily when the brunet ran a hand through his hair.

Losing may not be fun, but at least you can get cuddles after, which is really all that matters, isn't it?
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^^this is totally true by the way

losing is sooo worth the snuggles you get after (if you can, of course)

sadly, next chapter is a slightly sadder tommy one, but still with enough big brother wilbur fluff to be considered fluffy :]

(630 words)
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