Dreamnotfound oneshots

Green eyes, rainy skys.

OK JUST TO SAY! For purposes of my stories George WILL NOT be colorblind. It'll just make my life 10000x easier! It's also to avoid plot holes! Thanks!

CONTEXT:
Dream is scared is scared of storms. He's always hidden it from everyone he knows because he doesn't wanna seem like a pussy. So what happens if one sob is a little to loud to catch the attention of his boyfriend: George :)?

Dreams POV
2:50 am

BOOM

I jolt awake. A thunder storm wonderful! I've always been scared of them. I don't know why. Only my parents knew about how scared I get during thunder storms. I haven't even told George. SHIT GEORGE. I look over to see that he's still asleep. I sigh in relief.

CRASH

My body tenses up again. I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom, trying to quiet my sobs.  It's gonna be a long night...

Time skip to the next morning.

George's POV

I wake up to see that dream is gone. I get up to see him in the kitchen cooking something.

"Good morning." I say sitting on the counter.

"Good morning!" He says.

"What are you making?" I say as I pull out my phone.

"Oh just some bacon and pancakes. Real simple." He says laughing a bit.

"Awe dang it's supposed to storm all week."

I see him stop mid flip. Why did he-?

"Dream..?"

He snaps out of it.

"H-huh?" He stutters a bit. My eyebrows furrow.

"I said it's supposed to storm all week."

"O-oh. That sucks." 

As of right on cue I can hear the light sound of rain hitting the window. I've always loved storms so I can see this week being nice.

CRASH

"SHIT" I hear dream screams as he holds his hand.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah I just burned my hand that all. Here!" He hands me a plate.

"Thanks! Looks good." I say taking the plate from him.

"Thanks."

We sit down and eat. Dreams acting weird though... every time lighting would strike out there would be thunder he would flinch. But when I tried to ask him about it he denied and changed the subject. I wonder what his deal is.

Time skip to where the story gets inserting 😃

Dreams POV.

I haven't slept all week. The storms have been keeping me awake. It's coming to the point where it's hard to stay awake. Let alone hide that I'm sacred. I'm trying my best but I slip up a few times in the day. Letting out small whimpers and flinching at the sound of the storm. Tonight it's storming and I'm trying to do everything I can to distract myself. But it's just not working. For some reason tonight's storm is really bad. The worse the storm the worse my anxiety becomes.

CRASH.

I couldn't help it anymore I break down. George wakes up to me crying.

TW: MILD PANIC ATTACK! IF THIS IS TRIGGERING PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT BOLD LETTERS FOR WHEN ITS OVER!

"Dream..?"

George's POV

CRASH

Dream flinches and his breathes quicken.

"What's wrong?" I say rubbing circles on his back.

CRASH

He grabs onto my shirt, holding on to me like I'm gonna disappear at any second. Then it clicks. The storm.

"It's the Storm isn't it?" I ask him.

He nods.

"Ok listen to me."

I put his hand on my chest

"Match my breathing ok? Your okay."

He takes a few deep breathes with me. But then there's thunder again and he starts to freak out a bit.

"Hey dream you gotta match my breathing."

After a couple minutes he calms down.

PANIC ATTACK OVER

I look into his eyes. There so pretty. There emerald green. But I've never seen him so scared. He's still shaking clinging onto me.

"Why didn't you tell me you were scared of storms before..?" I say. Still running circles into his back.

He just shakes his head.

"I-I didn't wanna seem like a baby. I'm supposed to be this tough guy not scared of anything but I'm scared of thunderstorms." Dream says.

"Dream everyone has their fears. Even tough guys can have fears. And if it cause you to become like this you can't hide that. It's not good."

I can tell he stoped shaking.

"Dreams when's the last time you slept?"

"Monday."

"MONDAY? DREAM ITS FRIDAY." I scream.

He flinches at the sudden sound.

"I'm sorry. But your sleep schedule is already fucked the way you stay up all the time. You need to sleep dream."

There's no response. His grip on my shirt loosened and his breathing slowed. He fell asleep. I'm happy, he needed it.

"Goodnight Dream I love you." I say as I drift off to sleep myself.

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Ok this story was kinda sucky sorry 😔 but thank you for all the reads! I thought no one would read this! But if you can figure out how to do those comments things leave one on this and leave a request! Bye!