Static Mind || dnf

What You Want

this is the last chapter that I had a plan for

Anything after this is just made up on the spot 😭🖐

CW: yes (its a spoiler but you can probably guess 😓)

Previously...

Letting out a slow breath, I knocked at the door, biting my lip anxiously as I waited for a response. After a few horrible seconds of suspense, the door opened, revealing a very wide-eyed George. He blinked rapidly, disbelief, confusion, and pain mixing to form his expression. I half-smiled, pressing my lips into a thin line.

"Hi, George."

Dream's P.O.V.

SLAM!

I stumbled, taken aback by the door slamming in my face. I didn't expect George to forgive me immediately, but I at least thought he would hear me out.

I knocked again.

"Go away!" George yelled from behind the door.

"George, please," I begged. "I just want to talk."

"I don't want to talk," George retorted. "Leave me alone. You shouldn't be here."

"But I am here!" I pointed out. "Please, I crossed an ocean for you, I just want to make things right." There was a moment's hesitation, then the door opened slowly. George peeked out, eyeing me warily.

"Well?" He asked expectantly. I swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath.

"Look, George..." I sighed. "I'm really sorry about how I treated you. I want to explain it to you– no more secrets. The whole truth." George frowned, forehead creasing. He didn't say anything though, so I just kept going.

"So, for as long as I can remember, I've had this ability..." I explained my mind reading capabilities, describing how I could hear the thoughts of people who liked me. As I spoke, George's expression turned to one of horror and embarrassment.

"Wait, wait, wait." George stopped me, waving his hands in front of him. He looked nervous. "You can hear my thoughts? Like... what I'm thinking of right now?" I shook my head.

"No, actually. That's the thing... after we, um, kissed, I couldn't hear your thoughts anymore." I sighed. "I thought you didn't like me anymore, so I became distant and snappy... and I'm really sorry."

"You can't hear my thoughts anymore?" George asked, frowning. "But... I don't understand. I thought... I thought the kiss was, um... good..." He admitted, scrunching up his nose.

"So did I. Sapnap made me realize it, but I think my ability stops after I kiss the person," I explained. George's eyes widened, nodding. "Which makes sense. But I didn't understand that until after I was a complete dick to you."

"That..." George paused, avoiding my gaze. "That actually makes sense." My eyebrows raise in surprise.

"It makes sense?" I repeat incredulously.

"Well, yeah. If you actually can read minds, then it makes sense." George shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. This is... a lot." I nod, pressing my lips together.

"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry, I should've told you about my ability earlier, and I shouldn't have been such an asshole. Please forgive me, George, I miss you so much. I never wanted it to end up like this."

"I..." George hesitated, frowning. "I can't forgive you. At least, not yet. But I'd like to be friends again." I nod fervently, eyes wide.

"Yes, yes, of course," I agree immediately. "And I understand. If there's anything I can do, let me know. I know it might take some time, but I'm willing to work for your forgiveness." I bowed my head slightly, a show of respect.

"Hmm..." George stroked his chin comically, as if he was thinking deeply about something. "Actually, there is something you can do."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Why don't you kiss me? Like you mean it?" George requested confidently. I inhaled sharply, gulping.

"Yeah?" I teased, grabbing George's chin gently and leaning in close. We made eye contact, then I turned my gaze to his lips. "Is this what you want?" I whispered. George's breath was shaky as he nodded, gaze also focused on my lips.

"Yes," he murmured. I connected our lips softly, eyes fluttering shut. George kissed back after a moment's hesitation, hands reaching to grab onto the back of my hoodie collar. He pushed our bodies together, curves meeting in all the right places. It was heavenly, and I knew in the moment that this was as real and genuine as it would get.

We broke apart for air, heavy pants held in the air. We were still pressed up close, George staring up at me while I brushed my thumb along his cheekbone. It was a silent moment, but it was better that way. No words needed to be said, it was just the two of us.

George broke the moment first, wrapping his arms tightly around my torso.

"I think I can forgive you," he murmured. I smiled, returning the hug and kissing the top of his head.

"Thank you," I replied, moving one hand to run through his hair.

"No problem," George hummed. He pulled away, glancing away for a moment. "We should really go inside..." I nodded sheepishly.

"Right. Do you want me to bring my stuff in too, or-"

"Yes," George cut me off, a light blush tinting his pale skin. "Come on in."

oh damn

spicy

Also idk what to do with this story anymore uhh