꧁𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕_𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤꧂

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"imagine dream being scared of the dark so he keeps the lamp on. when george spends the first night with him in their now shared apartment, dream doesn't want to look like a pussy so he turns the lamp off. george wakes up to him whimpering in the other room and he gets up and comforts dream."

idea made by— vinnieley

warnings— nyctophobia [fear of the dark], bad language.

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Dream hated this so much.

He at first was so glad that George had decided to move in with him. George was his best friend, maybe even a crush if he looked into his feelings more. The older, yet smaller man had managed to make his heart all fluttery inside. His stomach always filled up with butterflies and his brain ran with more ideas than before. There were so many possibilities and so many more ideas for YouTube videos whenever he was with George. You could even say that Dream's addiction was George.

When he realized only two weeks before George's arrival that he did in fact sleep with the lamp light on, he felt a little sick inside. He thought that George would make fun of him and want to move out. He didn't want his crush to think that he was a pussy, so he decided to start sleeping with the lamplight off as soon as George arrived.

Weeks turned into days, and those days began turning into hours, and then those hours became seconds...

"George!" Dream yelled, seeing his crush only a few feet away from him. It was exactly 7:00 P.M. 

"Dream! Is that you?" The smaller man yelled, an adorable laugh escaping his mouth as he ran with his luggage to meet Dream. Dream grinned, opening his arms as the older man crashed into him. He ruffled his hair as they stood there amongst the crowd of people passing by.

"It's good to finally meet you. At least you're not a fifty year old man." He laughed. Dream wheezed, continuing to hold him. Realizing how close they were, he separated from his crush with a small cough, clearing his throat.

"I can show you around the city tomorrow if you'd like. Maybe we can go to the beach?" Dream wondered. George grinned, nodding excitedly as they made their way to Dream's car. Dream momentarily forgot all about what would soon happen once both boys made their way to their beds.

... ... ...

George yawned, curling up into bed as he checked the time. He had gotten to meet all of his friends and he couldn't have felt any happier. He was tired from all of the jet lag though. Before he could let his eyes close, he heard something.

Whimpering.

George frowned. Is Dream crying? George thought. He could hear someone sniffle through the thin walls that separated him and Dream's bedrooms. He knocked on Dream's door warily. He hoped that he wasn't disturbing him.

"Y-Yes?" Dream's voice came through the other side of the door, a sniffle following afterwards.

"Can I come in?" George asked him. Dream mumbled a small 'yes.' George flicked the lamp light on and was met with a sight he never dreamed of seeing. Dream was wrapped up in a few blankets, holding himself as a long sleep covered up his mouth. His nose and cheeks were puffy and his eyes looked watery. He had definitely been crying.

"Are you okay, Clay?" He asked the younger, yet taller man before him. Dream looked up to face his crush. George only ever used Dream's real name when he was serious. He contemplated lying before he shook his head. George always knew if he was lying or not.

"Do you want to tell me about what's bothering you?" He asked the dirty blonde-headed boy.

"I-I'm scared of th-the dark.." Dream mumbled, lowering his gaze to his green shirt's long-sleeves.

"Look at me, Dream." George murmured. Dream looked up at George, his forest green eyes meeting George's dark chocolate brown ones.

"It's okay to have fears about that stuff. We're all afraid of something. Did you know that I have a fear of bugs? They're so ugly and scary looking, right?" George grinned. Dream smiled a little and nodded. 

"How about I stay with you until you're not afraid of the dark anymore, while you get rid of the bugs for me? We can get over our fears together. Does that sound good?" He asked him, a gentle smile gracing his lips. Dream nodded. He liked that.

George went over to the lamp again, turning it off. He managed to find his way over to Dream's bed and climbing under the covers. George wrapped his arms around the taller man, letting Dream bury his face into the crook of his neck. As time began to move on, the minutes turning into hours, Dream's breaths became slower and steadier. George fell asleep in his arms, a smile remaining on his lips as the two of them drifted off into a deep sleep.