Dreamnotfound one shots

You're sick?

Tw: throwing up

Dream was sick.  Not just the kind that makes you have a stuffy nose, but the kind you're bed ridden.
Basically chained to your own bed, Kind of sick.

It was kind where nausea took over, and made swallowing anything a chore.

When dream woke up that rainy April morning, he watched the slight sun peak into his room through blinds. Quickly being washed away by storm clouds. Leaving the bedroom dark.

The only source of light in the bedroom was the speaker to dreams pc. It blinked a bright orange colour, and could be seen from the reflection of the window.

Rain started puttering down the glass, making the air humid and damp.
It was comforting. The white noise left no room for other thoughts except of emptiness.

Dream groaned and turned over. He was rustling in the sheets, and was desperately trying to find warmth.
His cat, patches, used to be on the bed with him. She had left long ago before the Florida rain started.

Dream was now alone.

Well not really.
His boyfriend, George, would be back from his trip to the uk soon, and be able to see Dream.

George had left a week prior to see family.
Leaving Dream to Rome around the house.

He didn't do much. He cleaned a few things that were long overdue, and occasionally went to the store.

But now George would be back. Dream was looking forward to seeing him. It had only been seven days, but it felt like weeks and weeks.

He was not excited to be laying in his bed, miserable. He wasn't too keen on the fact when George did return, he'd want to baby and comfort Dream.
The blonde hated when people took pity, or 'babied' him when something unfortunate would happen. Especially when he was sick. He could take care of himself.

It caused him to be an overall more dominant person.
George was the opposite.
He loved when dream would just lay or cuddle him. Always being the more natural submissive person.

Their Dynamic worked well.
They do say opposites attract.
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George pushed the key into the hole, and carefully stepped inside.
He was covered in water. The rain hit him right when he walking towards the house.

When George closed the door behind him, he immediately noticed something different. Nothing physically different, but still odd.

The air was different. It smelt of rainwater and weariness.

The Brit decided to brush it off as he went to greet his partner.
When he stepped in, Dream was cuddled up in the bed.
As he came closer, it apparent he was sleeping.

It was odd to see Dream sleeping in the day. He didn't take naps often.

George wandered off to find patches. She was on the couch, also sleeping.
He blamed the rain for everyone's relaxed mood.

The brunette made his way back to their shared bedroom. He crawled in beside the sleeping blonde, and pulled dream onto his chest.
He could feel how their heartbeats matched. It was nice.

George reached for dreams hand. It was holding onto a childhood stuffed animal; that dream could never actually get rid of. Even in his sleep.

George giggled, and replaced his hand with the stuffed animal. Loving the feeling of their hands together, his heartbeat slowed.