mcyt oneshits (discontinued bc its shit!)

trypanophobia

Sometimes parents just let their responsibility on the internet, so um, thats how im like this
(Ahem ahem, MENTALLY UNSTABLE)

Idk if this gonna be long or short, probably gonna be short so uh yeah
Yeah this gonna be uh, comforting, and its gonna be fluff, since im not fucking original😞

Earlier I was playing Bandori again, and i had a breakdown because, i play rhythm games, but Bandori just makes me fucking ball my eyes out cause how frustrating it is for me

So um yeah, remember how i said
"George gonna be top"?

Yeah i fucking lied because George is a fucking pussy (im kidding, hes kinda though) and dream is just dream and makes music

you dont have to agree with me on this but
Pastel red ≠ pink

So um yeaha

Anyways yeah pogchamp

*:..｡o○꓄ꋪꌦꉣꋬꋊꄲꉣꁝꄲꃳ꒐ꋬ○o｡..:*

(Phobia of needles: Trypanophobia)
"Come on George! We have to go!" Dream exclaimed at the boy. They needed to go to the hospital to go get George's shot. (I don't know why, I just need to fucking make a story for yall mcyt motherfuckers)
"Ughh.. Okay, fine! I'm getting ready." He replied. George didn't really want to go, since he was... scared of needles. He's been scared of needles since he was a kid. It wasn't comforting to him, but he can't say no to Dream, since he would force him to go anyway.

"Finally, you took long enough." He said as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever Dream." The brit scoffed. They both went into Dream's car (George doesnt know how to drive, right) and drove to their destination. George was pretty scared. He never really liked needles, he actually hated it. You could say he had a phobia to it, but he couldn't. He didn't want to believe that he was scared of such a small, skinny thing.
(If you fucking say that sounds like you, small and skinny, i will punch you with love)

He started murmuring to himself, he didn't think Dream wiuld hear, but he actually was wrong. Dream could hear everything he was saying. Like, how George was stupid for being scared, and pretty much saying negative stuff to himself. "Hey George, are you scared?" Dream asked him while still driving. The boy stopped and replied to him, "No- No I'm not.. What makes you think that?" Dream just sighed, "I heard you say things to yourself." He said.

"Shit.." George thought. He didn't think that Dream could hear him. George just sighed, "Fine, you got me, I am scared." He said. Dream chuckled while George rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll comfort you when we get there, okay?" He assured him. "Ok-Okay.." The other stuttered. He was still scared, but felt a little better that his lover was going to assure him.

After a while, they arrived at their destination. Dream parked and opened the door for George. "Thanks.." He said. Once they were inside the hospital, George was more nervous, the hospital was huge, and felt like he was in one of those backrooms. While Dream was talking to the lady about which room they'll have to be in, the brit's eyes pricked with tears.

He didn't want to be here anymore, but if he ran, he would definitely be lost. George sighed and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Come on George, we have to go in room B14."
(IDK ALRIGHT ITS BEEN LONG SINCE IVE BEEN IN A HOSPITAL)
"Okay, I'm coming.." He said with nervousness. While they were walking to their room, Dream asked him something, "Are you still scared?" George sighed once again as he nodded.

"George it's going to be alright, I'll be there, and once you're done, I'll treat you, okay?" He said. George nodded hesitantly. Once they got to their room, George sat on the bed as Dream sat on one of the chairs. Then they waited, George thought about the shot, and he immediately wanted to run. He didn't know why he was scared of them, it's just that whenever he was a kid, he heard children scream because of shots.

"But that's when I was a kid.." The brit thought. "Ughhh! I don't know if I can do this.." He groaned. Dream laughed at his actions. "Here give me your hand," He said. "I'll hold your hand, I know it's not much, but I think it'll make you feel a bit better." George smiled. He was right, it did make him feel better. "Now, when I'm holding your hand, think about the good times we had." Dream said. George thought about it, and it actually made him feel pretty confident about the shot.

George looked at Dream and smiled. "Thank you Dream, I feel much better now." He said with gratitude. Dream got up from his chair, kissed his lover's forehead, and sat back down.

Then a doctor came in.

"Hello, you must be George, right?" The doctor said. George then nodded. He squeezed Dream's hand, but not too tight. Dream rubbed his hand to calm him down, he looked at George with eyes saying 'bitch dont be scared im here😄😄'.
(IM SORRY IM JUST SO LAZY SO FUCKING GODDAMN SKIP THIS SHOT SHIT BECAUSE IM SCARED OF NEEDLES TOO😭)

After of him getting his shot, and him crying a bit, they decided to go get some McDonald's. George was embarrassed that he acted like a goddamn coward in front of his own lover, but Dream didn't see what was so wrong about it. "Why didn't you just laugh at me?" George asked. Dream looked at him and replied with, "What?" The brit sighed. 'Y'know what, never mind.." He said.

"I mean, it's completely fine to have a fear of something." The blondie said. (I feel like its rude to call people who have blonde hair 'blondie' i hope its not😃) George smiled. He was grateful that he had such a trusting boyfriend, someone who didn't judge him for being him. "Thank you, Dream." He said with gratitude. Dream smiled back at him and hummed in response.

When they were done, it was already turning dark. So, they both headed back to their house, and cuddled for the night.

.・゜-: ✧ :-Ꭼ Ꮑ Ꭰ-: ✧ :-゜・．

So um yeah, i hope you enjoyed the little fluff thing😃
UMM YEAH HALF WAY THROUGH SKEPHALO STORY WOOOOOOOOOOO
pls congratulate me my hands hurt after typing all this

SO YEAHH HAVE AN AWESOME DAY PLS DRINK WATER, TALE CARE OF YOURSELVES AND YEAH!!
BYE KYUTIES (≧∇≦)/ ♡♡

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