Little daydream

Rubberband

Little: Dream
Cgs: George and Sapnap

Tw/Cws: Self harm mentions and urges, intrusive thoughts? (it's kinda implied), rubberband method, being semi verbal, crying, mini breakdown, Dreams irl name is used once.

Plot: Sometimes Dream has this... urge to do something bad to himself but now George and Sapnap can help him through it.

Kinda inspired by how everyone tells me to use a rubberband to cope and it... doesn't work?? Idk (also yes I struggle with sh, don't make it a big thing)

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George stops abruptly when he steps into the living room. He's been looking for Dream for half an hour and has finally found him. There he is, just sitting on the couch. George feels so dumb for not checking the living room first.

George goes to speak but stops himself. Something feels off. Nothing seems particularly wrong with the blond though.

Then George glances down at his wrist and, more specifically, the rubberband that's on it and the red, tender skin under it, and he knows.

"Dream?" George calls, his voice soft and gentle. The younger either chooses to ignore him or doesn't hear him because he doesn't respond. He doesn't even look away from the wall that he's staring at.

George takes a closer look at his face and notices how his eyes are red, swollen, and brimming with tears. Dream never cries.

Dream is quite a people pleaser, even if he denies it strongly, so he always tries not to cry in front of others, which is probably unhealthy in a way but George is the same way so he can't say much.

George only knows when Dream has been crying if he's small or if his eyes are swollen.

"Dream, baby, can you look at me?" Dream shakes his head very slowly, blinking a few times as if he's coming out of a trance before mumbling a soft, barely audible, "No."

"What's wrong, Dream? How can I help?" George sits on the couch next to Dream.

"I don't know, nothin's wrong." He says, sniffling a bit and looking down at his lap.

"Clay, look at me." Georges voice is firm, and Dream freezes at the use of his real name.

Reluctantly, he glances away from the wall and looks at George. He doesn't look mad but that doesn't matter. George never really looks mad when he is.

"I'm not mad, I just need you to look at me so I know you're understanding what I'm saying." George says, his eyes softening once he sees Dreams frightened face.

"Not gonna punish me?" Dream asks hesitantly, clearly scared. "No punishments." George clarifies.

Dream seems to relax a bit. "Okay." He says.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong now?" George asks.

"I dunno what's wrong, my brain's being weird." Dream says with a shrug. "I don't want to- y'know do that.. I just.." He sighs, shaking his head.

"I thought it might help. It isn't helping." Dream holds up his wrist with the rubberband on it.

"Does me sitting with you help?" George asks, leaning closer. "A bit, it's kinda like when I would call you when I was sad and we'd just sit in silence for hours." George smiles sadly at the bittersweet memories of all those late night (or early morning, depending on who you ask) calls.

"Yeah." He says quietly. "Would some little time help?" George offers. "Little me would probably be very sad at my thoughts but maybe? I don't know, I'm kinda fuzzy already." George already knows that Dream is fuzzy. (My cg calls it little time lol)