dreamnotfound one shots

"i like the way you look"

a/n: hello! this is a little thing i wrote at 3 AM bc i thought it would be cute.

basically, george and dream (clay) are in LA for a little convention, and they are sharing a hotel room. if you don't remember dream once said he thought it would be funny to do his face reveal at a convention where people thought he was just like introducing everyone, but then he'd be like "and i'm dream!" :)

i hope you enjoy!!

-n <3 (also i type in all lowercase like all the time so i do that in my writing, if it bugs any of you i'll switch it up!)

TRIGGER WARNING: !!panic attack!! if needed/wanted, I can publish a separate version that doesn't include the panic attack :) i want those who read this to feel like they are safe.

(i refer to dream as both clay and dream in this. it's like dream is a nickname and when things are more serious people use his real name. ya feel?)
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    dream has never felt this much anxiety before in his entire life. tomorrow, he is going to show everyone who the face of dream really is. he knew he should be excited, because this has been something his entire fan base has been waiting for, but he cannot shake the sick feeling in his stomach. dream knows he has nothing to worry about, and that his fans will support him no matter how he looks, but he can't help it. he is terrified.

    his thoughts are temporarily interrupted by george asking him if he wants to watch a movie, to which he replies "sure." dream knew he wouldn't pay attention to the movie, though. his mind felt heavy and he couldn't shake his negative thoughts.

    the more dream sat in thought, the more anxious he began to feel. his stomach started aching, his breathing quickened, and he felt hot. without saying a word he jumped up from his bed and hurried to the bathroom to give himself a few minutes to calm down. dream locked the door behind him and immediately slid down the wall and onto the floor, where he attempted to clear his mind of negative thoughts.

    no matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't push those thoughts away. in fact, they only worsened. he felt himself becoming more and more panicked, and he felt like the walls were closing in on him. his breathing quickened to the point where he couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not. his heart was pounding out of his chest. his vision was blurry, and he couldn't tell if it was from the tears or from the lack of oxygen.

    what's happening to me? am i dying? what's wrong with me? i can't see anything. my chest hurts. my head hurts. it's too hot in here. but everything feels cold. i can't do this anymore- i can't ...i can't-

    dream shakily stood up from the ground, using the bathroom counter to steady himself. he turned the sink on and began to splash cold water on his face, which helped a little. he stared at himself in the mirror and tried to calm himself down-but the more he stared at himself, the more flaws he found and the more he hated the way he looked. he started crying again.

    as dream was trying to compose himself once again, there was a knock on the door.

shit. george.

    "one-one second!" dream stuttered out, trying to make it look like he hadn't just spent 20 minutes crying. he decided the way he looked was good enough so he unlocked the door and cracked it open so he could see george's face, "hi, sorry, i was just..." he tried to think of a good excuse, "brushing my teeth."

    george looked at dream with a concerned look, "hey...i just wanted to see if you were okay. i- um- i thought i heard you crying."

    dream felt his cheeks burn bright red in embarrassment, "nah, i'm good, don't worry" he said casually, forcing a smile and wiping his runny nose on the sleeve of his hoodie. he didn't sound too convincing, but he was hoping george would just drop it and go back to watching the movie. he tried to walk back over to his bed to pretend this never happened, but george grabbed him by the wrist.

    "Clay..." george said in a soft voice, "you can talk to me. about anything. you know that, right?"

    dream felt his chest tighten up and his eyes begin to water. george rarely ever calls him by his real name, so he knew he was being completely serious. he tried to hold back his tears, but he knew he couldn't keep anything from george. dream burst into tears (again) and collapsed into george's arms, his knees just too weak to keep him standing.

    george held dream in a tight embrace as he helped him to the floor so they could sit together while he cried. george kept his arms wrapped firmly around his best friend, letting him cry into his chest. george's shirt was soaked quickly with tears.

    george held the crying boy for an hour before dream stopped crying. they sat silently, the only thing to be heard was faint sniffles coming from dream. george gently twirled the boy's hair between his fingers while using his other hand to wipe any stray tears off of dream's face. it broke george's heart to see him so sad.

    dream took a deep breath before breaking the silence, "i'm- i'm sorry, i'm not usually like this," he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent tears from spilling out, "i'm just scared, george. scared if people are going to like how i look. what if i disappoint everyone? what if people see me and they don't like what they see? what if they expected someone better looking? i'm not ready for people to see me. i don't know if i'll ever be ready. i-"

    "clay," george interrupted, using his finger to tilt dream's face up to look at him, "i don't know if this helps...but i- um," dream looked up at george with big, watery eyes, making george suddenly feel flustered, "i like the way you look."

    dream tilted his head in confusion, "you like the way i look?" he questioned, his eyes still glistening with tears. he sniffled and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

    george's face burned bright pink, "i mean- i mean-" he didn't know what to say.

    "george?" dream whispered, still waiting on what the older boy was going to say. george looked down at dream, and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. a look of sadness flooded dream's eyes when he realized george had nothing else to say, "it's okay, george. it's not your job to make me feel better about myself. i'd be a pretty shitty friend if i put that responsibility on you."

    dream began to stand up, but before he could george pulled him close, cupped dream's face in his hands, and kissed him. at first dream was shocked, but once he realized what was happening he melted into the kiss. it was soft, and gentle, and made dream feel warm inside.

    george pulled away first, his face bright red with embarrassment, "i'm- i'm so sorry. I don't really know what came over me. I-"

    dream cut george off with a gentle peck on the lips, "it's okay, george," he said softly, before showing off a tiny smile, "i like the way you look, too."

END.

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hello!

sorry if it feels kinda rushed towards the end. it was 3 AM and i was tired. but i just love the idea of soft lil baby dream lol.

anyways, hope you enjoyed :)

if you have any suggestions on what you want me to write you can just leave a comment :)

have a great day/night guys gals and pals!

-n <3