dnf smut & oneshots

♡ heartbeat

words: 1693
description: george and dream go out to a club and dream finds george in a horrible situation.
warnings: mentions of SA, swearing, abuse.

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dreams pov:

"could i just grab a water? thanks!" i grab the bottle from the bartender, george and i have been at this same bar for a few hours now and i've had probably 8-9 vodka redbulls give or take, and some other weird shots george wanted me to try. he was out on the dance floor with some people he knew from school, turns out they were on vacation from the UK and managed to meet up with george and hang out with him.

"c-clay do i l-look gross in this photo?" he stumbles over to me, obviously i have a much higher tolerance to alcohol to him. he flashed one of his friends phones to me and shows me a photo they took of him while dancing, small beads of sweat covering his neck and shoulders, hair curly from the humidity in the bar and his pale cheeks flushed red from the alcohol. and a silver band on his finger shining in the flashing lights. i had proposed to george the week before, having dated for 2 years online and 6 months in person since he moved to orlando, i felt the time was right.

"you look so fucking good in that, make sure you save it and send it to me" i grab his waist and pull him into me, giving him the rest of the water from the bottle. "go back out and have fun, i'm just having a rest for now, i love you."

"i love you too." he giggles before walking back over to his friends, continuing to dance. i continue to sit on my phone for about half an hour, finally looking back up to look for george. i scan my eyes around the dance floor but he's nowhere to be seen, he usually gets distracted with talking to people so i usually end up finding him on the balcony or in another room. instead of taking him away from his friends, i decide to text him.

me:
hey baby, let me know when you wanna meet back up, i'm sitting on the couches on the bottom floor. i love you.

i go back onto instagram and scroll for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom. i step in and run my hands under the water, patting my face to try and cool down. as i'm doing this, i hear heavy breathing from one of the cubicles, along with some grunting.

"shhh, someone will hear us pretty boy, don't want that do we?" i text george, wanting to tell him about what i'm hearing. i've said almost those exact words to george when we've had a bathroom quickie.

me:
there's some people in the bathroom having sex and it sounds exactly like the words i say to you, makes me wanna go home and show you why i proposed to you ;)

i hear a phone buzz as i send that, but brush it off to chance, before walking over to pee. before i get the chance i hear small cries from the same cubicle, damn, must be having a good time. suddenly i hear a voice which immediately makes my heart skip a beat.

"p-please stop, h-he's messaging m-me and he'll find me s-soon, he's g-gonna think i'm cheating on him." the voice is slightly muffled but it sounds, familiar.

"i don't give a fuck, this is what you get for leaving me for him all those years ago, you thought you could run to america to get away, but you were wrong. i hope he finds us and leaves your sorry, slutty ass, this will mean nothing anymore."

"n-no please! don't do this to me, i-i don't want this!" i hear what sounds like a condom packet being opened and i walk closer to the door to get a better listen, i don't want to be invasive but i also don't want something bad to happen to whoever this person is.