dnf oneshots

you called, so i came

angst with a happy ending ig

tw: yelling (?)
*** = time skip (months)
••• = time skip (minutes/hours)
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"Hey Dream," George opened the door into Dream's room. He was on his PC, again. He walked up behind Dream's chair and gently wrapped his arms around him, planting small kisses on his head. Dream had no reaction. So he moved kisses to his cheeks, continuously giving him light pecks.

"George stop." Dream seemed annoyed. He had seemed annoyed for a couple days now. George had just assumed he was having his occasional mood swings, but now it felt more like he was mad, and mad at George in particular. However, he stopped kissing him and instead went to play with his hair. "Go away, oh my god." Dream pushed George's hand away.

"Ok fine, I'll just leave," George said. Dream didn't even look up from his PC. George scoffed and left the room, upset. He stayed out in the lounge, scrolling through Twitter on his phone for 3 hours. When Dream finally came out of his room, he went to go cuddle George. George however, pushed him away.

"Am I doing something wrong, Dream?"

"What do you mean?" Dream asked. He looks genuinely confused, oblivious to how he has upset George.

"Every time I try to talk to you, you tell me to go away. It's been happening since Tuesday." It was now Saturday. "So tell me, Dream, am I doing something wrong?" Dream just stood there gaping as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Uhm, no?" He posed it as a question. "George, a-are you okay?" He tried to reach for George's hands but he pulled away.

"Of course I'm not okay, Dream! Tell me what's wrong! Why won't you talk to me?" George was standing now. Despite being smaller and definitely weaker, he felt more in-control. Despite Dream towering over him, the power was currently in his hands.

Dream stuttered over all his words. "I- I uhm... George." George waited for a response, ignoring the bundle of warm fur rubbing against his leg. "George, I've been really busy, trying to sort out things, if you can just give me some time—"

"I've already given you time!" He cut in. "I've tried comforting you but you push me away, so I leave you alone but you keep coming to me for attention, what more do you want from me?!"

No answer.

"Would you like me to leave? Would that make you happy?"

No answer.

"Answer me Dream!" George was crying now.

No answer.

"Why won't you fucking answer me?! Please Dream, tell me what to do!" He picked up a cushion from the couch next to them and aggressively threw it at the floor, helping let his anger out. Patches jumped, running away and hiding behind a chair, watching as George cried. He got up and shook Dream's shoulders, begging, "PLEASE! TELL ME! C'MON DREAM! I NEED TO—"

"CUT ME SOME SLACK, WILL YOU?!" George gasped. He had never heard Dream yell like that. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT MY MOTHER HAS BEEN GETTING SHITTY PAY AND CAN'T AFFORD TREATMENT FOR MY BROTHER. I'VE BEEN TRYING, GEORGE, I HAVE. I'VE BEEN SO STRESSED AND MY MOOD IS FUCKED UP, OKAY?" Dream screamed through choked back tears. Patches cowered from her hiding spot.

"I'M SORRY!" Dream exclaimed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He leant against the wall in the kitchen, sank to the floor as he sobbed into his hands, apologising over and over again. George started crying more. He knelt to the ground and put his hand on Dream's shoulder. Dream leaned into the touch, accepting a much needed cuddle from George. George cried gently and silently into Dream's hair. "Please forgive me George," Dream said so quietly. If it wasn't just the couple in the house (plus Patches) George would have never heard him.