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TW: PTSD, non-con, mention of poor eating habits (not an ed), panicking, flashbacks

Previously...

Taking a bite of the pasta, I'm impressed with the flavor of the garlic butter. Seems George is too, by the way his eyes widened.

"Y'know, I got this garlic butter at a local farmers market. Maybe we could go together sometime, pick out a few things," I suggest. Despite his silence, George is smiling, and at that moment I know that things will be ok again.

George's P.O.V.

I took slow bites of pasta, glancing at Dream every so often. He was sort of watching me, which was a little unsettling, but I wasn't really worried about it.

I trust Dream. I know he won't hurt me. He's been so nice to me, even when I've been difficult or unresponsive. I feel like... maybe I owe him? For all he's sacrificed for my sake...

But then again, this is Dream. He wouldn't ask for anything in return. He's good like that.

I sigh, putting my fork down. I ate most of my bowl of pasta, while Dream's on what I believe is his third serving. It's definitely good, but after spending nearly a week laying in bed and avoiding everything (except for hot showers), my stomach couldn't really handle much.

I can feel his eyes on me as I push the bowl away, crossing my arms on the counter to put my head down. I let out a sigh, lungs deflating defeatedly.

"It's ok, Georgie," Dream murmured. I heard him grab my half eaten bowl, standing up to clear the dishes. "I'm proud of you." I smile lightly, even though he can't see it. He walks back towards me, pausing for a moment.

"Uhm... I'll be in the living room, if you want anything..." I listen to his footsteps echo, then a soft creaking of furniture. The living room is right next to the kitchen, and I don't want to be alone, so I get up and quietly walk to where Dream is.

He's sitting on the couch when I walk in, scrolling through what I assume is Twitter. When he notices me, however, he looks up and tilts his head just slightly.

"Hey, Gogs, whatcha need?" I hesitate for a moment before holding my arms out in front of me, curling my fists to make grabby hands. Dream looks confused and unsure, but he stands up.

"You want a hug?" I bite my lip nervously, nodding. "Are you sure? You're not going to panic?" I hesitate. No, I'm not sure. I don't think I'll panic, but there's only one way to find out, so...

I nod again, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Dream approaches me slowly, stopping once he's just out of arm's reach.

"If you want a hug, I need you to initiate it, alright? That way it's only on your terms, so I won't surprise you," he explains, and it makes a lot of sense. He's been so patient and loving, and I trust him enough.

I slowly take a step forward, arms down flat against my sides. I don't look up at his face, but I lean in, wrapping my arms around his waist. Once I feel a pair of strong arms around my shoulders, I let out a sigh, pulling away. It was quick, but Dream doesn't seem mad about it.

"That was nice, thank you George. Are you alright?" I close my eyes, hugging my chest. I'm ok.

I nod, opening my eyes again and looking up at Dream. He's smiling, and I feel the corners of my lips turn up as well. What can I say, his smile is contagious!

"I'm really proud of you, you know? That was a big deal!" Dream exclaims, grinning. I blush, shrugging shyly. "If you're feeling up to it, would you want to watch a movie?" He asks. I nod, fidgeting with my hands awkwardly.

"Cool! Here, take a seat, let me get Patches so she can watch with us too!" I hold back a giggle as Dream runs off, calling for his cat.

"Here, Patches! C'mere! It's movie time!" I sigh, smiling as I see Dream walking back to me, Patches behind him.

"Found her!" He cheers, sitting back down in his spot. He pats the empty couch next to him, making little kissy noises at Patches. It's all very cute and domestic.

And then he says something that makes my blood run cold.

"C'mere, kitten!" I immediately jump to my feet, breathing heavily. Dream turns to me questioningly, and I let my legs take me where they want to go.

And so, I found myself under the bed, shaking and cowering with my arms folded over my head.

~flashback~

"C'mere, kitten. Be a good boy and suck your master off, won't you?" I didn't move, trying to fight back. Cole's expression darkened, grabbing me by the chin roughly.

"I said," he spat, practically growling. "Suck me off." I struggled in his grip, trying to turn my head away but only being pulled back with more force. His fingers dug into my jaw painfully, and I whimpered fearfully.

"You're going to be a good kitten for your master." Cole dropped my chin, instead pushing me to my knees and grabbing a handful of my hair. "Or you're going to be nothing more than my little fuck toy, you hear me?" I nodded fearfully, tears streaming down my face.

~flashback over~

I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the sobs. My hands were trembling, my chest heaving. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, pausing at the door.

"...George?" Dream seemed hesitant, like he was afraid of what he'd find. He walked in slowly, I could only see his feet but they were getting closer.

"George?" Dream kneeled down, putting his head against the floor so he could see me. I heard him sigh softly, his eyes looking over me worriedly.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

Pain 🙂🙂

God my brain is so fucked up