Feeling For You (DNF)

Chapter 30: Family

Author's note:

Wohoo, we're officially entering the end of falling action and the start of resolution! Freytag's-Pyramid/Plot-Triangle never fails!

 Lmao, after writing that I realized what a writing nerd I am, but that's okay, because that same writing obsession has gotten us to over 107,000 words!!! 

Thank you all so much for reading, every vote and comment means so much to me. I started this fic way back before the Dream face reveal, and have spent many, many, many months writing it. With only five chapters and an epilogue left, I know this story is slowly coming to a close- but I will definitely be  writing another DNF fic after this! This word count is insane to me, I've never written something this long before 😅. Thank you all for all for staying with my story! 

Word count: 3,222 

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS: Listed at the bottom of the chapter! This is a fluff filled chapter, although it has a bit of emotional hurt/comfort! 

For this chapter, I recommend listening to Mind Over Matter by Young the Giant and/or Sweater Weather  by The Neighbourhood. 

"Dream, it's not that bad- stop freaking out, you idiot." 

He stares at me, eyes wide and worried in the splitting image of a kicked puppy. I'd just gotten back from my doctors appointment, and told Dream my various diagnoses, to his intense concern. 

Nothing was serious, just a few torn muscles in my shoulder and a sprain in my ankle. I didn't have a concussion, which was my only real fear- but still, Dream isn't reassured by that. 

"Not that bad?! George," he complains, burying his face in my shoulder and muffling his words into my t-shirt. "You have to walk on crutches for a week, and your arm is literally in a sling. How is that 'not bad'?"

I shrug, carful not to move my injured arm- not that it can move much, in a sling. "Could have been worse, right? And it's only a week with crutches. If you hate them that much, you can just carry me everywhere!" 

The idea of Dream carrying me was meant to be a joke, but at my words, his expression takes on a thoughtful lilt, at if he's seriously considering it. "Well..." 

"Dream, no," I grumble. "I was kidding."

He smirks. "Too late now, you already said it." He lunges forward, ignoring my giggling protests and sweeping me off my feet, sending the crutches clattering to the floor.

"Dream-!" I shriek, laughing and clutching his arm tightly as he hefts me over his shoulder. "Stop! I'll fall, you idiot!" 

"You won't," he assures. "I wouldn't drop you, Georgie." His joking tone falters just slightly, enough for me to glimpse the dizzying sincerity behind his words. 

Oh, I think to myself, touched by the unplanned sweetness to his statement. Dream, I know. I know you wouldn't drop me, idiot. No need to look so... vulnerable. 

I lean back for a moment until I can see his face, lifting my free hand to tangle with the curled hair at the base of his neck. "I know, Dream." 

And I do know. I know that Dream would never drop me, and I trust him with more than just my physical wellbeing- I trust him to hold my heart, and I'm just as confident that he'll never break it. 

The I love you goes unspoken, but it doesn't need to be. Dream knows how I feel, and can read my gestures and implications better than anyone else, and not because of his empathy. Our connection is fused from years of friendship, and maybe something more- I don't know if soulmates are real, but if they are, then we're each others.