DNF Smut & Fluff Shots

Pitiful Forgiviness

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This story idea was given to me by one of my friends.
Its basically angst to smut. :p
Enjoy reading!

Type: Smut
Future AU? Kinda? They already live together and are together so.
TW/CW: Yelling, alcohol/being drunk, choking, biting and blood (literally like one thing)

Words: 1737

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(Third Person POV)

Dream stood up, immediately looking over to George, whom was on his phone unaware of the drunk Dream standing near the other side of the couch. "GeOrge.." Dream hiccuped, calling the brunettes name sickly. "Hm?" George peered up from his phone, now noticing what was going on.

George stood with a sigh and he walked over to Dream, "Come on, we arent letting you do this again," He paused, looking Dream in the eyes, "We aren't letting what happened last time, happen again, got that?" George spoke with a smile, trying to make a healthy compromise.

"mHM.." Dream hiccuped again, going to reach back down to the end table to grab the rest of his beer but George stopped him, "No Dream, no more alcohol. You need some rest." Dream took the words the wrong way and grabbed the bottle before George could say anything.

He lifted it up high and dropped it down, no force was involved, he just dropped the bottle from his hands and let it hit the ground at its own pace. This action made George jump, moving away from where the bottle would end up landing. "Dream!" He yelped, "What the hell?!" George shouted.

Dreams brows furrowed at George's words. To Dream, the drop was harmless, even though it really wasn't. That's what he thought in the moment of being drunk. "I get your drunk and all, but you normally have some control in yourself!" He shouted again, "Whats gotten into you?!"

Dream looked at him with anger, but unable to respond. A simple frog caught his throat, all he simply did was slowly yet intimidatingly walk toward George. "Dream, cut it out. Your scaring me-" His voice hitched, nervous from fear. Dream and George held eye contact, it was scary yet confusing.

(George's POV)

I stared into his eyes, he showed no emotion yet, it was like he wanted too. "Dream- say something- your actually scaring me-" I speak up again, taking a step back. Im only scared because this idiot wont talk! Its not my fault he's this intimidating! Just talk damnit! "DREAM!" I shouted at him once more, "SAY SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!"

I heard him growl in his throat, he was trying to speak. "Just talk! What's your problem!?" I shout again, I felt bad for yelling but I couldn't help it. What was he doing and why?

I snap out of my own thoughts by Dream saying something, I didn't hear it very clearly. "Hm?" I hum, "hI-" he hiccuped again, "SoRRy." I cocked an eyebrow to his apology, Really? Doesn't talk, breaks a goddamn beer bottle and scares the shit out of me and all I get is a 'sorry', tsk.

"Forget it Dream, do whatever you want. I'm going to my room and you can come to be when you decide to control yourself." I huffed, storming off to my room that was located on the second floor.

(Dream's POV)

Ugh what the fuck- why can't I talk? Your such a goddamn idiot sometimes. I stand staring at the staircase, where George had walked up in a very angry demeanor.