Mᴀᴛᴇs Fᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ {DNF ᴏᴍᴇɢᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ}ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

TW: Blood, self-harm, f-slur, panic attack, blade.
(if there are anymore please let me know)

Dream and george are driving around at dark, the street lights filling the car. They had finished stargazing after awhile and instead started to drive around, quietly playing music as they sit in silence, hand in hand on the console.

"Dream? do you think he's ever gonna wake up?" he asks, a tear falling down his cheek. "well- I dont want to get your hopes up but with how well he's been doing these past few days hopefully he'll wake up sooner or later." he says making George smiles and nod, kissing his hand before looking at all the closed down shops their driving past.

"I go into heat tomorrow. im not looking forward to it. at all." he says with a groan making dream squeeze his hand tightly. "dont worry George im here for you. through it all if you need anything then text me and ill be right there whenever." he says making George blush and look away while nodding. "I will dream. dont worry." George then feels his hand get let go of but then he feels a hand on his knee. he places a hand on the others hand and slightly moves it to his lower thigh.

"your arm seemed uncomfortable holding out that far." he states quickly as dream raises his eyebrows and chuckles. "mhm totally not because you wanted my hand on your thigh." he says with a smile as he rubs his thumb in a circle on the others thigh, Georges breath catching in his throat before he finds it calming.

"Dream when my dad wakes up would you be willing to help me bake this cake ive made for him every time he were too go through something traumatic?" he asks making dream smile and nod, gently squeezing his hand before he pulls into his drive way, climbing out of his seat and opening up Georges door, holding out a hand for him. "Thank you good sir." George says in a proper voice making dream fix his stance and bend his elbow, George slipping his hand through the gap in his arm with a giggle. "of course, m'lady."

They walk like that until they reach the front door, George covering the doorbell camera as he pulls dream into a kiss. nothing too big just a quick kiss before they hug and split ways. George walks into his house, placing his bag on the ground in his room before he starts doing his homework. He starts blasting music thats not all depressing. (mostly just Tyler, the creator, crywank and carseatheadrest. all good music creators 100% recomend.)

"George! the hospital called!" Lev shouts from downstairs running upstairs to georges room, busting through his door. "George your dads waking up." he says, panting making George widen his eyes and grabbing his phone and pausing the music, running after Lev who's already in the car.

"I was just there a few hours ago. do you think me and dream woke him up?" he asks with a smile, tail practically spinning and ears straight up. "Maybe you did. what happened while you were there?" he asks, driving normally to the hospital.

"oh you know I had a panic attack, called Dream, Dream calmed me down and we said goodbye and left." he nods and smiles, looking over at George for a second.

"maybe he saw that you finally found someone that cares for you and probably wants to meet him properly."he says making George slightly blush, the street lights being to only thing lighting up the car for Lev to see the pink and smiling wildly as he takes a left turn.

Once they arrive there George smiles bigger and runs out of the car, Lev being left in the car as he checks himself in to see his dad and sprinting up to the room, tears rushing down his face. "Daddy.." he mumbles as he sees him smiling at him as he enters the doorway, moving his hand to call him over with a hugs smile and tears running down his face. George wasted no time, running to the side of his bed and hugging him tightly making him break down. "Georgie.. my precious baby... I heard everything you have told me ever since I've been put in here. your friend Dream seems lovely and please.. resist those urges. I know its hard but please tell me you didnt hurt yourself because of me.." he says as he cries into the others hair, georges ears pressed against his head as he sobs into his dads chest.

"I fought daddy... I tried so hard and it payed off... I didn't do anything bad. but thats not only my doing, its also dreams. anytime I got urges he would sit there and hold me until I stop having them and then he would make me a small snack or, depending on how I was feeling, he would order some food for us." he says making his dad smile and nods into his hair, crying as he gently kisses Georges head.

Once he calmed down, he gently breaths and kisses his head again. "Here George," he says as he pulls georges shoulders for him to look him in the eyes. "how about you call over Dream and he can properly meet me and I can actually see him and see if my imagination was correct. I wanna go home and make soup." he says making George laugh through the tears and nod. "yeah.. yeah. I'll call him. Dad go with your husband." he says making Lev smile but walk over to him.

He steps into the bathroom and sighs, looking at himself in the mirror and wondering how he could ever be loved by dream. how everyone at school is right. he is just a twiggy, faggot with faggot fucking fathers. He should have never fought these past few days. He should have fucking cut himself.

He pulls out his phone and instead of calling dream and flips it around and opens up the back of it to see a shiny metallic blade. he's had it for years now its just been hidden in the private compartment in his desk drawer. He slides it onto his hand, careful not to drop it onto the bathroom floor as to not alert the two crying men in the other room.

He bites his lip to hold in the sobs as he quietly cries as he watches the blade drag across his skin, slicing it effortlessly. He does it again and again, not stopping until he realizes he has been in the bathroom for a long time to just be on call with someone so he quickly slips his hoodie back on, the cuts cleaned up with water and paper towels before calling dream, still sobbing on the brink of a panic attack.

"Hey, Geor-" he cuts himself off as he hears the faint sobs coming through the phone, standing up and grabbing his keys. "Where are you?" He says as he walks out the front door, running to his car. "I a-am at t-the hos-pital. In m-my dads ro-om. B-bathro-om." He managed to say through the choked sobs making dream frown and make his way there. "Do you want me to hang up or stay on call?" He pauses for a moment before he hiccups and mutters a small, "stay.." making dream place his phone down and start driving a bit faster to get there sooner for the brunette.

"My dads awake.." he mumbles as he stays against the bathroom wall, calming his breathing. "Thats good. Anything else happen that made you cry?" He asks as he slows down, rain pouring down onto his cars windshield.

"I was looking myself in the bathroom mirror and I was thinking how anyone could ever find me as pretty or as strong as someone like-" he pauses and sighs lowering his voice. "Like you.." he says making the other sigh and speed back up to get to George quicker, rain slowing down but still pouring.

"George, I know I may look pretty and strong but its not because of what you think. Im not going too far into detail but let's just say my biological family sucks and my adopted mom and me have seen alot. Im not as strong as I look. Trust me." He says making the other hiccup and sob again, muttering small 'im sorry's repeatedly. Dream sighs but starts seeing the road signs going towards the hospital making him speed up again.

"Hold on, love. I'm almost there." He says making the other nod through his shaky breaths and coughs.

"I'm almost there. Breath."