The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

I Have An Idea

Tw: zombies, blood, weapons, fighting, mild anxiety

Growls and thuds ram against the wooden door, but it holds as George starts dragging desks over to it.

"Help me, idiot," he says to Dream, who snaps out of his daze enough to help George lift another desk and move it to block the door handle. The noises outside finally die down with the last desk they move, and Dream feels like he can breathe again. Until he remembers Sapnap, who's hurt and stranded on the roof, and Bad and the others who are trapped behind a door like them.

But if he's panicking, then George is doing even worse.

Dream moves to wrap his arms around him, and George melts into the embrace, burying his face in Dream's chest. He's pale and shaking and terrified, even though he's the one who took charge and saved both of their lives while Dream froze like an idiot.

Dream threads his fingers through George's hair, holding him closer. "You saved us, George. You saved me."

George mumbles something against his chest and Dream pulls away a little. "What?"

"I said, it's cause I'm better than you," George says, but his cheeks are pink and Dream feels a smile tug at his lips, despite himself.

"I don't think that's what you said," he pushes and George rolls his eyes, shoving Dream lightly. But he seems a little more like himself, the fear in his eyes lessening at the challenge in Dream's words.

"It is what I said. What else would I have said?" George says, and Dream can see him trying to hide how flustered he is. "Just stop talking, idiot," he adds when Dream opens his mouth to retaliate, and he snuggles into his chest again before Dream can say anything.

The smile stays on Dream's face as he holds George, and it keeps his worries at bay even if just for the moment. Eventually, George relaxes in his arms, and Dream realizes that they've both stopped trembling.

"We should do something," George says.

The smile on Dream's face tugs up again. "Like what?" he asks suggestively.

George swats his chest. "I didn't mean it like that."

Dream huffs out a laugh and George giggles, despite himself. "Okay, what should we do?"

"I don't know, come up with a plan? Isn't that your job?"

"What?" Dream asks, heart hammering at the thought of being the leader again. "Since when? Can't we just work together?"

George makes a face. "Too wholesome."

Dream snorts but he leans down until his lips brush George's ear and George tenses. "Coming from the one who told me he loves me?"

"I did not!" George splutters, pulling away, his cheeks red.

Warmth shoots through Dream at how flustered George gets, but he does his best to hide it. Instead, he nods knowingly. "Don't worry, George, I love you, too."

"Shut up," George says, and Dream wonders just how embarrassed a person can get before they combust.

Dream shrugs, even though his own face burns at the memory of what George had whispered against his chest minutes ago, the words he'd never been able to say until then. When George glares up at him, he just leans down to peck him on the lips. "Come on, George. The least we can do is work together."

"Fine," George mumbles, growing a little more serious. And suddenly, Dream's remembering all their friends again, and the tension in the air wavers.

"How do we get out of here?" George asks, motioning to the door. Even though the groans are a little more distant, the door still shakes every once in a while when a zombie gets too close. "We can't find the others until we get past all those zombies."