dsmp oneshots

dancing with death

tw/cw: very brief description of an overdose, mentions of suicide and suspension (none of the three actually take place within the oneshot), hair pulling

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dream let out an exasperated gasp, immediately drawing the attention of george away from his phone, looking over the table at dream with confused eyes.

"what?" george playfully spat out, nudging dreams arm playfully before making eye contact. the second their eyes connected george could see the crystal tears along dreams waterline, threatening to spill, "oh shit... wh- you okay?"

"i just don't get it" dream huffed, voice angry and laced with venom, contrasting the somber look in his eyes.

georges response was gentle, as if speaking with any more force would break the man sat across from him. "what don't you get?" he whispered out, resting his hand gently on dreams arm in an attempt to calm him.

dreams gaze dropped back down to the table and his eyes shut tightly, the tears finally spilling over. silence momentarily fell over the two boys before he finally gasped out his response "why did you do it?"

surprised by dreams question, george sat up, retracting his hand from the blondes arm and crossing his own over in front of him.

"i was hoping we'd made a silent agreement not to talk about this."

now it was dreams turn to sit up, his face morphing into a look of disgust which george could see, regardless of the fact half of it was covered with a face mask, "not talk a- george. you have got to be kidding me! you thought I was just going to not bring up the fact i walked in on my boyfriend trying to overdose?"

"i wasn't trying to overdose!!" george snapped back. it was probably too loud for the small café they were sat in, but, his defensive side had kicked in and in that moment he didn't care what the people around him heard "i already told you that when I came too, so quit wording it like that."

"well that's sort of what it looked like, george!" dream responded, forcing out georges name like it was some kind of slur. "there's not many other activities that leave you sprawled across the bathroom floor foaming at the mouth."

if the people at the café weren't looking before, they were certainly looking now, in fact the whole room had dropped to a painful silence and even the waitresses taking peoples orders and stopped still in their tracks- looking at the two boys.

a tear rolled down george's porcelain cheek as he got up, pushing his chair back and storming his way out of the cafe, whispering out a small "sorry, excuse me" as he pushed his way past a waitress that had stopped to watch the scene.

the room was still sat in deadly silence as dream slowly rose from his chair, taking money from his pocket and placing it on the table, leaving a generous tip for the... inconvenience?

the white noise circled around him, surrounding him and squeezing out the guilt as he made his way out to the car where he could already see George sat in the passengers seat, sobbing violently and tugging on his hair.

the drive home was possibly the worst thing either boy had ever induced, the tension didn't subside even when they made their way into dreams house and up into his bedroom.