dnf smut & oneshots

♡ screen full of curves pt. 2

words: 2381
description: george wakes up to find a bunch of missed calls from dream and knocks on his bedroom door to find out if he's okay
warnings: trans, smut, praise, body dysmorphia, degrading, daddy kink
top: dream
bottom: george

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george's pov:

i wake up to the blaring of my alarm and the sound of the birds outside my window. i groan as i roll over and check the time. 7:30am. great. i grab my phone to scroll through instagram, twitter, and to check my texts.

*11 missed calls from clay <3*

"what the fuck?" i say to myself, i head to snapchat and open up our messages. my eyes widening as i read through the unopened messages from dream.

daddy clay <3:
george i'm so sorry my phone screen would NOT fucking work.
i swear i wasn't ignoring you, i'm so fucking sorry.
i had to plug my phone into my computer and completely restart it for it to work.
we'll talk about this stuff in the morning, okay?

i feel my cheeks heat up while reading the messages, tears start to form in my eyes, half scared he's gonna talk to me about how disappointed he is, and half happy he still replied to me.

me:
clay i'm so sorry, please don't leave me.

he doesn't reply, assumingly still asleep. i sit up and jump out of bed, feeling an intense pain in my ribs, i look down and realise i'd stupidly slept with my binder on. i brush past it and anxiously walk down the hall to dreams room, i take a shaky breath before knocking on his door. no answer.

"clay? are you awake?" i call out, the fear evident in my voice, "i just want to apologise." i knock again, my breath and heart rate speeding up.

"come in." a blunt response from behind the door brings this situation to light, i should've told him before we decided to make things official. i open the door and see the faint figure of dream laying under his blankets, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. he pulls open his curtains, letting the warm morning sunlight flood into his room.

"i'm so sorry," i only make it a few steps into his room before breaking down, the pain in my ribs labouring my already fast breathing. "i-i need you clay, i c-can't do this without you. p-please at least still be f-friends with me." the thought of only being friends with him making my heart slowly fall apart.

"george i don't want to be friends with you." he sits up in bed, stretching his shoulders and cracking his neck so nonchalantly. meanwhile, hearing those words come out of his mouth made every part of my body feel like it'd been hit by a train. i drop to the floor and cover my face with my sleeves, my cheeks being taken over by all the tears streaming down my face. i can barely breathe from the embarrassment of sitting on the floor, a shaking and crying mess after feeling my heart shatter to pieces.

"i-i'm sorry for lying c-clay, t-the patch on my s-stomach is a t-testosterone patch, i-i didn't want to show you my body b-because i d-didn't want you to not like it, i just f-felt really good about myself last night, i haven't f-felt confident in years," i bring my knees up to my chest and pull the hoodie over my face, tightening the strings to cover my face. "i-i understand not wanting to b-be my friend, c-can i at least s-stay here while i plan my trip back to the uk? i p-promise y-you won't even notice that i'm h-here i-"

"george," i'm cut off by the feelings of dreams hands on my knees, i look up at him through the hoodie and see him with tears in his eyes. "i'm not leaving you baby, i said i don't want to be your friend because i don't. i want to be your boyfriend, like i am right now, your body doesn't change my feelings towards you." i continue to cry and attempt to put my head back down, being stopped by a strong hand cupping my face.