Dream SMP ~«One Shots»~

★Yeah.. - DreamNotFound

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

Tw - self harm - goes slightly in to detail so it may be upsetting for some, I'll put a little * where it starts.

Channel(s) - Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Badboyhalo, TommyInnit

Ship - DreamNotFound

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Dream's pov

"Guys guys! All jokes aside, me and Dream aren't dating! We're both straight men and we're just good friends!" George exclaims and my smile instantly drops.

"Yeah.. just good friends!" I lie, pushing fake energy in to my tone.

George goes on to continue talking about how they shouldn't ship us in real life as it's all just for the videos.

"Guys, I've ermm.. gotta go, I need to get groceries before the shops close!" I exclaims and they say their goodbyes before I leave the call and game.

I sigh, leaning back and my chair as I sit in the darkness of my room. I let my eyes wander around the room, landing on the little area of pictures I put up of George. He's my boyfriend so of course I'm going to have pictures of him up in my room.

I just don't get why we can't be out, I understand he's scared but I am too! I just don't want to have to keep saying it's all for YouTube. I love Gogy more than words can explain and it kills each time we have to lie.

Yes we're scared to get hated on but the majority of fans already ship us lots and if we do get backlash, we have eachother and that's all we need to get through this. Our love is strong enough to survive petty haters being pathetic over our happiness.

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I look to the pocket knife on my desk.. I know I promised George that I'll stop doing what I do but.. it's hard when it hurts.

It's an overwhelmingly sense of loneliness and isolation. I feel like I'm trapped in the darkness of the world and there's no other escape but making myself bleed to relieve the pressure.

"No more than five.. on each arm" I whisper to myself, reaching for the knife.

I pop the blade up and roll my sleeves back, slowly drawing the pointed end of the blade over my scared skin but not piecing the surface. There's no empty space on my forearm for new cuts so they go over the old scaring.

I wince as the tip pieces through the skin and the crimson liquid bubbles out slightly, spilling on to the stainless metal blade.

I slowly draw back, creating a few centimetres long cut along my forearm. I watch the blood run as I drag the blade through my skin, splitting it open and letting a sigh of relief slip past my lips.

The next cut is just as soothing as the first, about a centimetre away from the first cut. I do the same process again, drawing three sizeable cuts on my left arm before moving to the right.

I repeat the process until my discord beeps and my eyes shoot up to the monitor that's still on with discord open.

I look between my bloodied lower arms and the beeping discord request, quickly grabbing tissue out if the box and covering the cuts with them to soak up most the blood that hasn't dripped into my dark sweats.

I move to accept the call and George greets me, having been requested to join back into the call I was in prior to this.

"What the fuck Dream! You fucking promised! You promised me!" Gogy yells and I wince, flinching and looking wide eyed at the monitor.. how did he know. "You-! Bloody idiot, you're hurting yourself again, thank God you left your stream on or it could have gotten worse!" Gogy exclaims and my eyes widen.