BOTTOM DREAM ONESHOTS (PERSONAS ONLY).

extra credit (george x dream)

-TW: Smut, Angst, Self Harm, Mentions of R@p3, Blood, P3døqhīłīa
-Song: Streets Instrumental (Doja Cat) Slowed
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-So for some context, Dream is a 19 year old in college and George is a 26 year old Calculus teacher. Dream has always been a straight A student and loved by every teacher he's had. It's his first day at college and as usual, teachers give their students a little quiz to test see where they are at and determine what they need help with. George gives Dream a quiz that was different from everyone else in the class, and it was very hard. Dream doesn't understand any of it. It's the end of the class and George tells him to meet him in his classroom at lunch for a 'private lesson' at lunch.

-(BTW IM SHIPPING THEIR ONLINE PERSONAS ONLY- NOT THEM IRL!! Also, this one is pretty long, close to 4,000 words so hopefully you enjoy reading long one shots!)
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No one's POV:

Dream's emerald green eyes fluttered open as he heard the obnoxious sound of his alarm going off. He groaned as he leaned over to turn it off. The clock read 7 o'clock. The dirty blonde sighed as he leaned up and pushed himself out of bed. He walked over to his window, opening the curtains only to be met with dark grey clouds and tiny droplets of rain dripping down the window. The boy groaned as he went downstairs to whip himself up some plain toast with some jam and some coffee. After he finished eating, the blonde slowly walked up stairs and got on with his daily routine which consisted of taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed for school. He was nervous to say the least. I mean- who wouldn't be scared to start college? He has a reputation from his teachers for being a top notch kid and having straight A's. Sure, people called him a teachers pet, but he only did it so he wouldn't be miserable at school. He at least wanted a somewhat good relationship with the people who are literally in charge of giving him either good grades or bad.

The dirty blonde boy walked into his cold bathroom and flipped the switch, lights flickering on. He hesitated to look in the mirror, but his curiosity got the best of him. He looked in the mirror and sighed. "I hate you so much..." he mumbled as he punched the glass. He hated himself- his face so much. Why was he born with the same eyes...the same hair? Those same freckles that were splattered on his face like stars.

Why was he born to look like that monster?

Hot tears flowed down the dirty blondes face as he stared at himself in the mirror. "I hate you...I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" Dream shouted at the mirror. His hands clenched onto the sink bowl. Why did he have to look so much like him?

His father....

Dream never liked his father. All he got was bad memories from him. And if there were any decent memories of him, he had totally forgotten. You see, Dream's mother was a beautiful woman who was good in school and everyone genuinely liked her. She always had such a caring nature and amazing personality that would make you just love struck with her the first time you met her. People got so attached to her easily. Everyone wanted to be like Dream's mother. She soon fell in love with his father in high school. He was the classic jock that all the girls wanted to be with at school. He just so happened to fall in love with his mother. They soon got married after college, both of them 23 and after a few years, decided to have a child.

Dream.

Ever since Dream turned 4, thats when his father decided to be well- less fatherly. Whenever he would watch over Dream, he always neglected the boy. He never bought him things, left him alone to play with himself and just genuinely didn't give a fuck about Dream. But when Dream turned around 14-15 years old, that's when his father started to change in a bad way. He started being a little more friendly to Dream, too friendly. It started off by actually saying hello to his son whenever he got home from school and actually cooking him food, to touching him, especially in places he wasn't supposed to.