Forced love // dreamnotfound

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George was the opposite of looking forward to meeting Dream this morning. He didn't dare make a sound. He will stay here until his stomach starts killing him and he's forced to eat breakfast.

He wrote peacefully a story, that he decided to start writing, it was about a flying transformer buss that lived in a different dimension with flying islands and huge mountains. He added some chaotic drawings that were more scribbles than anything else.

Dream did eventually go to his room. "Good morning." He came in the room smiling. "How long have you been up?" 2 hours. "I don't know, like 20 minutes." He lied.

"Okay, I'm gonna get you breakfast." He left the room. George started pulling at his hair and internally screaming once he was out the door.

Whatever it was that he felt yesterday was a one time thing. Never again.

Soon Dream was back with the wood tray that had a plate on it. There was tea again.

It wasn't that delicious, the tea, not Georges favourite. He didn't finish the glass and put the tray on the floor with the now empty dishes.

Soon Dream came back and picked up the tray, his eyes went straight to the half finished cup. "You didn't finish your tea." Dream looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and slight anger in his eyes.

"It's not my favorite kind." George kept the tone of his voice as nice as possible. Who knows if at this point Dream would even actually hit him anymore, but a safe distance from all danger is always good.

"Can you finish it? Please." He added a please to sound more appealing. "I feel really full, I already drank a lot of my water." He looked away from Dream, but he continued burning his stare into George.

"Drink it." His voice was firm. He needed George to drink it. The reason not quite understandable, but there was a very strong thought in Georges mind what could be the reason.

"Drink it, George!" He yelled at him. It was obvious. "You drugged me, didn't you." George looked at him with wide eyes.

"No, i wouldn't, it's just... A very healthy tea." That short pause sounded very suspicious. It was completely obvious now. Why else would he gain these short term feelings towards him.

"George!" Dream stuffed the cup in his hands. "Dream, please." He looked at him and pleaded for empathy, but all he received was more yelling.

He ended up drinking it.

He didn't feel the need to be around Dream yet and a few hours had passed already.

George was writing the story and he didn't even notice that he had started romanticizing one of the characters.

He stopped writing. He didn't want to write while in this state. He wanted to go downstairs. But it couldn't possibly be himself who wants to go there.

The forced part of him gave up, the medication he put in there must've been very aggressive.

He crutched to the top of the stairs. "Dream!" He called him. Dream dived in view and grinned at George. He slowly came up the stairs not breaking eye contact even once.

He picked him up and started walking back to where he came from. George couldn't help but watch Dreams buff hands that held him so lightly.

Dream smirked at him and let out a breathy laugh. Soon they reached downstairs, but Dream carried him straight to the couch, without even asking why he came downstairs.

He was separated from Dreams body and put on the couch like a little toy. George just watched Dream, and his beautiful eyes, his muscular hands and his tall figure.

Soon Dream set himself down on the couch next to George and his hand went to Georges cheek in what seemed less than a second. He bound their lips together.

This is what George wants. But he also knows that it's not what the real him would want, but it's impossible to stop now, it's like in the morning when you wake up, but you still have an hour to sleep, it's just impossible to wake up when the sleep grabs on to you.

Dream was getting aggressive against him, it scared George if to be honest. He was fighting himself to get off of Dream, his whole body was against himself.

There was nothing to do but to give in. But they didn't get to do much, cause the stairs creaked and Sapnap was standing there, watching them with wide eyes.

They both looked at him, and as George could feel his real thought swimming up, he felt sorry for Sapnap. He didn't know exactly what he felt sorry about, but he did feel something.

"Go back to your room!" Dream yelled at him. George stood up and Dream watched him with hostility in his eyes. "Where do you think you're going?" Dream started yelling at him too now.

"I think that those meds wore off." George looked at the ground. Dream took a big breath in. "I didn't give you any fucking meds, George, you just love me, can't you just fucking admit that already." Dream stood up too.

George was afraid.

There's so much Dream could do, and it all scared him. "You too can go to your fucking room." He yelled one last time and turned around, to start breathing furiously in and out.

George didn't know how exactly to get up the stairs without Dreams help and his crutches that were still at the top of the stairs.

He jumped over to them and started crawling up. He was making progress, some seconds later he was almost at the top. Just one more stretch. He clinged on to the railing and started pulling himself up. Just few more steps.

Sapnap probably heard him struggle and opened his door to give George a helping hand. George took it and grabbed on to it tightly. Sapnap pulled him up easily.

"I was drugged by the way." George whispered as quiet as it could've been possible. Sapnaps eyes widened again. "Oh, I'm so sorry." And he was indeed.

Sapnap thought that it's a privilege to George that Dream likes him more, but he just feels awful now. He really thought that George just straight up got on with Dream and that's all. And now he wants to hit himself, of how bad he feels.