Dream SMP Oneshots

Pills

Trigger Warning: This oneshot talks about talking pills (hence the title) and about to attempt suicide.

 If there was one thing Dream disliked the most in the world, it would be pills.

It didn't matter if he was taking them or not, but Dream didn't like them. His dislike for them grew stronger after one incident in his teens. When he was sick he always opted to take medicine that was liquid instead of pills, even if it meant he would have to take the medicine longer. With headaches, Dream just suffered through it to completely avoid taking them.

Dream can't even stand to look at a pill bottle without feeling sick, so when it turned out he needed melatonin to fall asleep he wasn't happy.

Which is what led him to where he currently was. Sitting on the edge of his bed, melatonin bottle in hand, and glaring down at it as if that would solve things. Dream's been like this for almost an hour now, knowing that it was getting late and that he should get to bed, but he couldn't bring himself to open the bottle.

With a frustrated sigh, Dream ran a hand through his already messy curls. He unscrewed the top and tore off the protective foil before fishing out two of the 5 mg pills. After trading the melatonin bottle for his water bottle, Dream glanced down at the pills again and felt his throat tighten.

The last time he had pills in his hand was when he was either 15 or 16 and sitting on his bedroom floor, his back up against the door to keep people from coming in. At the time he was the only one at the house but he didn't want to risk someone finding him and trying to stop him from going through with his plan.

It wasn't just two or three pills that Dream had resting in his hand, but the whole bottle. Dream, oldy enough, did a little bit of research and knew the chances of his plan working were low, but surely taking the whole bottle would do, right?

Dream hates to admit how close he was to actually going through with it.

The thing that stopped him was his little brother. The thought of someone telling him what happened, or worse, him finding him was enough to convince Dream to not go through with it. So when his dad came home Dream finally talked about things he should have talked about ages ago,

But this was different. He was taking this to help him sleep, not to get out of his shitty life. This isn't going to work. Dream thought as he ran his thumb over the semicolon on his wrist. I'll try again tomorrow night, I guess. Dream dumped the pills back into the bottle and laid down, pulling the covers up to try and get some sleep.

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"Are you okay, Dream?" Tommy asked that morning once Dream came in and downed all his coffee in one go before refilling his cup,

"Couldn't sleep, ended staying all night..." He muttered into the cup as he sat down at the table. The not complete sentence wasn't surprising. Running On No Sleep Dream barely formed complete sentences so Tommy became fluid in understanding the half things he said.

"I thought you got melatonin to help with that?" Tommy could guess why Dream wasn't able to sleep the night before, even having gotten medication that should help. Dream just shrugged in answer, more focused on the liquid in his mug that was keeping him awake. "Why do you drink coffee to stay awake when you got no fucking sleep the night before?"

Dream mumbled something incoherent into the cup before his head dipped off his hand and his eyes snapped open. He just sighed and took another sip of his drink, "I would sleep if for weak, but I need." (I would say sleep is for the weak, but I need to)

"Wow. That was really sad," Tommy didn't miss a beat to point that out, "You should really get some sleep."

Dream just sent him a glare and gave him the finger as he practically shuffled out of the room. Another common thing for him to do when having no sleep from the night before.

"He's not gonna last the whole day." Tommy said out loud.

Dream, did in fact, stay awake the whole day thanks to about ten cups of coffee.

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That night Dream was in the same place he had been the night before. Sitting on his bed and melatonin in his hand. It took him about two minutes less to get the two white capsules out but he made up for that by staring at them blankly for another half an hour.

"This is so fucking stupid." He muttered as yet again, he couldn't bring himself to take the medication.

HIs leg started to bounce as he tried to convince himself to take the pills. While in his attempt, Dream had stayed up an hour longer just trying to convince himself to do something. Dream didn't have insomnia, that he knew of, but he's always had trouble with falling asleep. Most of the time it was because of how late he stayed up but slowly it became more common that it was his thoughts racing a thousand miles a second that kept him up. The thoughts that seemed to stay long enough for him to focus on weren't the best either.

Dream did a double check after glancing at the clock on his nightstand, "It's midnight already? Shit." He fell back onto his bed, hand in a fist to make sure he didn't lose the melatonin.

Sitting up, Dream quickly uncaps his water bottle and practically shoves the two tiny pills in his mouth before he could convince himself otherwise. After swallowing the pills with some water, Dream shivered slightly. It was safe to say he wasn't used to doing that.

But the next morning Dream didn't practically care when he woke up and realized it only took him an hour after that to fall asleep. Maybe he could get used to taking melatonin.

I'm sorry if this triggered anyone but this goes with something about an Au I have and I wanted to see what I could write with the context of Dream not liking to take pills.

Anyways, I hope you liked this oneshot and have been having a great 2022 so far.

Love you all, my little stars! Have some chocolate before you go! 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫