dreamnotfound smutshots drafts

a ploy for attention

req by sundeeneedsh4lp

It wasn't long before George became bored— bored out of his fucking mind.

Dream was in his own world, constantly working non-stop. Usually, on days he edits, and when he's really into it, it's like he goes incognito. He doesn't speak to anyone, he barely gets up, and his door's locked to avoid any distractions. Not that George was a distraction... well, maybe he was.

Once he starts, he doesn't leave until it's finished. It's impossible to convince him otherwise, but George was destined to make it possible.

Dream understood George's need for attention, and (like anyone would) used that to his advantage. Dream was truly a sucker for him, he would drop anything, and everything to fulfill his needs, no matter the situation.

But I guess editing wasn't one of those.

Don't get him wrong, George appreciated the way Dream was with him, giving him his undivided attention before anything else, but sometimes he deprives him a bit too much.

Since the evening, (it being close to three in the morning) he's been hard at work: closed doors, in a room alone, with the lights off, typing away.

Dream would want a break, right? Surely. He wouldn't get upset if he walked in.. he probably wanted him to. But what if he does get upset, what would he say? What would he do? It all rang true in his mind, he'd come to learn a few minutes later.

Dream heard a few knocks from outside the door, removing his headphones for a clearer sense. A few more knocks were heard, Dream brushed it off with a "I'm working" to whoever was waiting outside that door.

As he continues to type, he hears another few knocks. Already annoyed, he makes his way to the door to meet his unwanted visitor. Before the door was opened, he heard small shuffling from behind it,
thinking nothing of it, he started to turn the doorknob.

There he was, George, an angry-looking George; with his arms crossed, and messily haired. He failed to notice the large bags under his eyes before George had the opportunity to speak after a few beats of silence.

"Are you done working?" He said, cocking his head frustratedly, "I've been waiting for you for hours."

Dream wasn't happy, his expression wasn't read as lighthearted, merely the opposite of you ask me. "What did I fucking tell you about bothering me while I'm working?"

George scoffed, "You're such a baby." Dream hissed, "Stop being so cranky."

Dream desperately wanted to shut the door on him, to end this conversation as quickly as possible to finish his work for the night, but something was keeping him there.

Perhaps it was George's bitch ass attitude, maybe it was the fact he hasn't gotten any human contact in over twelve hours. Or, he simply missed George, it could possibly be an answer. But he didn't want to tell him that, that'll just add to this whole argument they're currently having, and Dream wanted anything else than that.

"I'm not cranky, I just want to finish. I'm almost done." He promised.

George scoffed once more, "What the hell?! You said that five hours ago."

"Don't give me shit, George." Dream was surely angry now, "Just because you can't go twelve hours without being such a needy bitch for attention."

George didn't say anything for a few moments, processing what Dream had just said about him, "You're an asshole."

George left, just before hearing a door slam shut. He hasn't been more frustrated at Dream in his entire life, he's truly crossed the fucking line.

So what if George wanted attention, he deserved it, anyway. He's waited patiently for over twelve hours, just as he asked, just as he wished, and Dream still wasn't satisfied.