Dreamnotfound one shots

Game night

Prompt: (requested) dreams team loses, and his parents don't help at all

Cw: mentions of self harm
High school AU

Words: 2181
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Dream was mindlessly drying his hair. His high school shower room rotting every braincell he had left.

It was the game before the final, and his team had lost. They'd worked so hard to get to where they were, but at the last minute the defending team broke the tie. Preventing his school from even qualifying to play in the finals.

Dream was the one who was responsible for the loss, which weighed his conscious heavily.
He'd been thrown the football, and hadn't caught it.

His team was furious with him, and most likely the rest of the school too. He was the one who couldn't break the tie, and disqualified the team.

He was sure they'd win too.
The team had done the fine the prior games, and even excelled. All of the players were positive they'd be at the finals, but Dream prevented that.

His teammates had said it wasn't a big deal, but he knew they were lying. Just trying to make him feel better.

In fact, when the football slipped out of his hands, Dream wanted to cry on the spot. The leather hitting the grass in a way that meant he was in for a world of regret.

So as he threw on his t-shirt and sweats, he cautiously made his way out of the locker room. Avoiding the gazes from his team.

He knew coming home would be hard. If anything, he just wanted to see his boyfriend.
He wanted George to sit down and tell him it would be okay. That it wasn't his fault, or that there was always next time.
But instead he'd have to come home to his parents.

He saw their cars in the driveway. Taking up space on the pavement of his house. Knowing what was coming, he gulped.

He was supposed to have gotten a ride home from his game. His parents usually took him out for dinner after his games.
But they'd seen him lose the last point, and were so disappointed they couldn't bare to sit in a car with him.

Opening the door, Dream held his breath. His dad was sitting at the table reading a newspaper, with coffee. His mother was fumbling with something on the counter, and presumably preparing dinner.

As Dream tried to make it to his room silently, he was stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Clay, where do you think you're going?"

His heart dropped at hearing his fathers voice. Body tensing, as he turned to face the taller man.

"To have a shower.." he said quietly. Grabbing onto his sleeve as hard as he could to relieve his stress.

"What for? How could you need one since you barely played at all that whole game?" He asked condescendingly.

That was false.
He played the entire game, and really had tried his best.
Their team was even short a player, therefore he had to put in more of an effort to cover.

He didn't want to risk speaking back, as he knew it wouldn't go his way. Instead, just gawking at the other until he was allowed to leave.

"We're so disappointed in you." He said earnestly. Making a face at dream to express his disappointment in the other.

Dream bit the inside of his lip. Hearing his parents say the phrase that all children dread, was heartbreaking.