Oneshots of dreamnotfound:gream <3 | REQUESTS OPEN

}Angsty{

Request for @Crunchy_Cookie ! <3
Type: Angst (well no shit Sherlock)

WARNING.
IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO
DRUGS
ALCOHOL
CHEATING
DEEP WORDS
SWEARING
SELF HARM
DEPRESSION
SUICIDE
DO CLICK OFF
Ages in this story are fake:
Dream: 19
Sapnap: 18
George: 18

George was folding laundry when his boyfriend, Sapnap called him. He picked it up. "Hey Baby!" George said and was cut off.

"Shut the hell up! I know what you did last week with Zak! I know everything!" He hisses at George, Georges eyes wetting and going red. "What do you mean?!? Me and Z-Zak are friends?! We haven't hung out in like 3 weeks what do you mean!?" He sobbed, trying his best not to break at the moment.

"You are a liar! Fuck you!" He hiccuped, obviously drunk. "We are over, you fucking little British bitch! Go cover a dildo with tea and hump it for all I care, you dick!" He shouted at George. George hung up immediately and cried his eyes out.

(0k that dildo word made me cringe I'm so sorry please forgive)

All of these thoughts raced into his head and he curled into a ball. He cried, not knowing what will help. He looked around the room- expecting something.

Until he saw a silver shine.

He looked at the pair of purple scissors across on his dresser. "Do it, baby bitch. If you won't Sappy won't come back... and you know you want him too."

The words lured him... the force, the pain... but the resistance was bigger then everything. The satisfaction... he wanted it. He slowly walked over to the wooden dresser, grabbing the sharp object and looking at his arms.

"Sapnap, My Life. 05/02/2017." A tattoo of when they started to date. The exact date.

George sliced it, the pain pleasured him. He started to sing in his head a goofy melody: "1 cut, here we go! Two cut, the worries all flow flow flow!" And so on till he reached 43. All over his arms.

He looked over, but something caught the depressed boy. His tears streamed even faster down his face in excitement. The words filling his head.

It was Sapnaps weed joint from the other day. He picked it up, and puffed it. Then realization hit him. "Oh fuC" *Sob* "what am I doing??"

George looked over at his phone. He pressed on the 2nd last called contact and sobbed uncontrollably, hot streaky tears running super fast down his soft smooth skin.

"G-George... Can I-I come over?" Clay asks, when he picked up. "P-Please... I am going to actually do drugs uncont-" huge sobs attacked his words, and tears. He was crying really hard. He continued: "-r-rollably... Help me D-Dream."

DREAM POV

My mother beat me on the floor again- this time because I coughed in my photo shoot. I hate my life. I pop a pill in my mouth and everything lit up in happiness. It died down immediately though.

He limped to the bathroom- covering his spatula and belet bruises with foundation. He patched and bandaged his cuts- then icing it. His mother was heard snoring on the couch.

'Oh my god.' He thought. This was his chance to escape the torture. The past. The pain. The beating. He packed all of his bags along with some cat food and cat toys.

He realized that he couldn't just run away in the woods- he couldn't of just went to the adoption centre. He was too old. Then- unironically his phone rung. He ran to it, grabbing patches and putting her in a cat leash.

"GeorgeNotFound <3 💚☀️" the contact read. He answered

"G-George... Can I-I come over?" Clay asks, when he picked up. "P-Please... I am going to actually do drugs uncont-" huge sobs attacked his words, and tears. He was crying really hard. He continued: "-r-rollably... Help me D-Dream." Dream was shocked. George needed him the most right now.

"I'll be over and you will tell me everything okay? Also, I hope you don't mind me bunking at your house for a while.. I'll explain later."

"Please come quick... I don't think I can keep stable for any longer..." George whisperers.

OMFG I JUST- I COULD FEEL THE SHIT ABOUT TO EXIT MY ASSHOLE OMG. I THOUGHT THIS DIDN)T SAVE AND I WAS GONA OMGAWEKENEIENE WTFFF

Clay ran outside with his cat, and stuff going to George's house. It was only a 5 minute run, so not long.

TIME SKIP

Clay arrived at George's house, immediately looking at a pale George on the ground, lifeless.

"No. No. No. You didn't. You didn't. I'm dreaming." Clay ran over to the boy, drugs in the bodys hand and the sweet smell of something called: "lmao noob this guy just died of a drug overdose" smell.

Clay thought he escaped. He thought he escaped from everything. He escaped but without George. George laid there, pale with no pulse. (YANKEE WITH NO BRIM?) Clay pulled the body to his chest and cried. Clay escaped from his problems, but was paid something worse. Something he treasured. His love, emotion and everything. He lost it all.

Next to George was a knife. Sharp, Smooth, and Enough to pleasure death. Clay stood up, walked to the kitchen, opened a cabinet to candles. He walked back to the boy, with 6 candles and places them around the circle. He took the knife, slit his throat and held onto George.

Died with his lover.

Okay I am so sorry if this isn't what you expected cause I did not know how to end this off. Plus angst is sad so it's a win in my book B))))

ty for request

Word count:950(exact ok wowzers)