Dreamnotfound one shots

Thunder storms

Music : motion sickness - Phoebe Bridgers
Words: 1073

It was George's first day in Florida. It only took a span of 24 hours for Dream do embarrass himself.
Not only in front of George, but Sapnap too.
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Everyone in the house was peaceful and silent. The sound of sleep and comfort echoing through the house.

Except for Dream. The blonde was having a hard time falling asleep.
With adhd, comes insomnia. By the time Dream had fallen asleep, he was oblivious to how late it was. The two other males had fallen sleep hours ago, he was only tired now. 

As those green eyes fluttered shut, Dream drifted away. Away from the shore of awaking and into rest. Finally get well deserved sleep.

It was a rainy Florida night. It was a bad day for George to start off in. The Floridian weather was usually humid or deathly hot.

But today was different I suppose.
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As thunder boomed through the rain and clouds, George was awoken from his sleep.
He wasn't fond of thunder, but got over it relatively quickly. Falling back into sleep soon after.
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A loud thunderous strike bolted through the freckled males bedroom. Shaking him out of his deep sleep.
Though clearly Wasn't as deep as he thought.

When another strike hit, it lit up dreams room. Temporarily blinding him.

Dream started shaking violently. He hated loud noises, and was extremely sensitive to them.

As if he turned back into a kid, dreams fear of thunderstorms came booming back. Much stronger and louder than before.

The blonde dove underneath his blankets and pillows. Clutching onto whatever fabric was in his reach, desperately trying to calm himself down.

The sound of the rain was driving him insane. The lighting struck louder than it actually was, and Dream became more and more stressed.

It wasn't until a certain motion of rainy light flashed, when dream felt tears trickle down his cheeks.

His brain was sensitive to the sound, making them twice as loud than they actually were. It was stressful and distracting. The overwhelming feeling of the all the sounds was driving the blonde up the wall.

He couldn't fight the tears that slipped out.

Suddenly, Dreams bedroom door was opened.
Although Dream was under the covers of his warm bed, he lifted his head up to see.

There stood George. Confused and sleepy.
When George saw how his best friend was sobbing underneath the covers, he rushed towards the bed.

"Dream! Are you okay?"

When dream didn't answer, he took it as a sign to back off a bit. Considering he'd started physically shaking Dream back into reality.

"I thought- uh I heard you.. crying?"

Just then, another final strike blasted through the bedroom. It stung dreams ears.  The blonde quickly covering his ears with his palms.

George immediately picked up on dreams feeling. He was clearly uncomfortable and scared. The brunette didn't know what to do. He had never seen his friend like this before.
So he just pulled him close, into a tight hug.

Dream clung onto George, squeezing him hard and tight. The wind wasn't helping with the sound. The younger stared hyperventilating and coughing. He was utterly terrified.

"Shhh... dream.. follow my breaths"

George breathed in long and slow, showing the man clung to him he could breathe still.

Dream took in short gasps of air, eventually coming back down to earth.
Not fully, but he wasn't having a panic attack anymore.

"My adhd makes it worse.. I wouldn't have r-reacted this way normally.."
dream spoke softly into George's shoulder.

"Why is it worse?"
"I'm sensitive to loud sounds.."

Dream was blushing profusely. He was so embarrassed, after crying on his best friend shoulder. And because if a thunderstorm.

He made no effort to move, as Sapnap walked into the room.

The way the two were sitting, Dream caught first glance at Sapnaps worried expression.

"Yo dream, you alright man?"
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Sapnap had helped dream though these kind of scares before, so when he heard the storm he went to check in on him.

Slightly surprised to see George there, practically cuddling him.
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"Yeah.. I'm good now"

That bullshit, but dream felt guilty for unintentionally waking his friends up; because he hates loud noises.

Sapnap looked at the two blankly, then walked away. Giving them their privacy.

George seemed to pick up on Dreams tone. Looking him in the eyes, telling him it was al good.

"It's fine, dream. I was awake anyway"

All the blonde could muster was a low hum, while sinking into George's shoulder more. He wasn't shaking anymore,  and started getting exhausted.

Apparently having a panic attack wears you out.

Who knew?

He heard George talking about something, then rubbing his back.

The feeling was indescribable. He traced out the pattern in which George rubbed his back. Playing a game with himself to guess what shapes they were.

George continued to babble about something random. Most likely trying to distract him from the sounds.

When something from outside the house tipped over, Dream once again heard it 10x as loud and worse. Suddenly clinging onto George harder.

He was almost in tears again, simply from the embarrassment. He thought it was sad and childish. 

Then again, George didn't mind.
He didn't mind one bit.

George would comfort Dream over again or he needed.

As he George drew with his fingers on dreams back, he didn't feel the blonde fast gasps of air anymore.
Looking to see if Dream was awake, stopping with the shapes.

And sure enough, Dream had passed out again. He had dark circles, and tear tracks under his eyes.

He was still clinging to George, and his cheek resting on his shoulder. The brunette couor hear all the little breathes the other took.

His cheek was pushed up, and honestly George thought he looked... Cute.

Deciding to ignore the last thoughts, he leaned back, listening to dream sleep on his shoulder.

His muscles were tensed around him. Almost as if he thought George was going to run away.

George rubbed the back of dreams head, craving the physical touch from him.

George didn't realize how touch starved he was until now. Dream had put all his trust into George not making fun of him. A trust where he was vulnerable, and weak.
It was a bond the older couldn't bare to break. Even for his own love for the sleeping male.