DreamSMP oneshots

My Dream

i already put this on ao3 so i figured id upload it here too

tw // blood, murder, injury, inferred suicide

among au type beat :)

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Yelling. So much yelling and George can't make out anything. A headache begins to creep in as he desperately tries to listen in to the chaos. He can't figure out who's accusing who and saying what. Worry fills his chest as he begins to see people put in their votes. His eyes dart around the table, person to person, trying to make out what was being said. When he realised he wasn't getting to information, he votes to skip. And a good thing too. With 7 people left, there was one vote on someone random, 3 votes to skip and 3 votes for Dream. The Dream who he has been doing tasks with the entire time. The Dream who he knows for a fact is innocent. The meeting closes, the message of no one was ejected (tie) taunting him from across the centre of the table. He could've lost Dream, and just because no one would listen to him. No one heard him when he began the meeting shouting that his boyfriend was innocent. Furious, he waits patiently for the meeting to wrap up before he speaks his mind.

George snaps, slamming his fists on the table. All heads turn towards him, and Dream places an arm on his arm, rubbing small circles to comfort him. George throws a small smile in his directions, eyes softening at the sweet gaze of his boyfriend. However, he turns back to the matter at hand.

"You guys almost killed him," he starts, soaking in the fearful expressions looking around at him. "The entire time we have been here, Dream has been with me doing tasks. He is innocent and nobody listened to me!"

"Dream was the safe vote George, we need to get rid of him," someone argues. Georges's head snaps to them and they shrink under his gaze.

"No one touches my Dream," he whispered intently, but with how quiet the room was, everyone heard perfectly. A soft tug on his arm catches his attention.

"Come on, let's go do tasks," Dream whispers to him, George nodding in response. They walk away hand in hand, leaving the room of stunning crewmates behind.

The two men are almost at the middle of the Y, when Dream gives Georges hand a soft squeeze. The brunette instantly leans into the taller, sighing in relief. Dream wraps a pair of strong arms around the shorter, breathing in the scent on his hair and allowing themselves to relax for a moment.

"Thank you," the soft and loving tone from Dream was all it took for George to throw his arms around the younger and bury his face into his partner's shirt. The amount of love he had for the man before him was insane. God, he'd fallen so deep for this idiot.

"I can't lose you," he mumbles, voice silenced slightly from the fabric in his face. Dream's arms tighten, and George wants to do nothing more than go home and lay in bed with him once again. Dream taps Georges back, signalling for him to pull away. He complies, linking hands once more and they continue walking to the top of the Y. From there, George breaks away to complete the last few of his tasks in admin while Dream goes to the greenhouse. George speedruns his tasks in admin, eager to meet his boyfriend once again.

He walks up to the greenhouse to find Dream sitting in the corner, open arms and waiting. George wastes no time in running to him and sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around the others sneak and pressing his lips against the other. The younger wastes no time in taking control, deepening the kiss as he runs his hands up and down the older. George shivers under the touch which drove the blonde crazy, attempting to get as close as possible the smaller. George tangles his hands in dirty blonde locks and pulling slightly, eliciting a delightful moan from the younger. George smiles into the kiss, continuing to massage the other scalp and soaking in the wonderful noises it would create. Dream bites softly on Georges's lip, asking for entry to his mouth which was swiftly granted. They work each other's mouths in sync, not caring who was watching. Tongues on tongues and Dream moves his left hand to George's thigh, squeezing slightly and his right to the other's neck. They break apart to break, Dream eyeing Georges pale, unmarked neck like a predator to prey, and George was more than willing to be the prey. Just as the older begins his marking, the lights begin to fade, snapping the boys back to reality.