dreamnotfound oneshots

make it up to me

// NSFW

"I can't believe you're forcing me to come with you to an amusement park, Sapnap," Dream groaned and slid down his seat, crossing his arms in defiance. His eyebrows were furrowed to further prove his annoyance, and his bottom lip was jutted out into a pout.

"Oh, shut up, you big baby," Sapnap scoffed and turned on his blinker to turn onto another road. He then turned to coo with a smug look on his face, "Everyone is going. Even Georgie, your most favoritest person in the world!"

"That's not even remotely grammatically correct," Dream scoffed and rolled his eyes. "George is also not my...'most favoritest person in the world.'"

George would definitely be Dream's least favorite person in the world. He was too fucking cocky, too ahead of himself and above everyone else for Dream's liking. He walked around parties and campus like he owned the place. He talked to everyone like he had known them for years upon years, which wasn't the case.

George and Dream had a rather strong mutual disliking for each other. Dream couldn't tell someone how it started, because not even he knew. All he knew was he fucking hated George, and George fucking hated him.

"Get over the hatred shit and you'll be lovers in no time," Sapnap said nonchalantly, making Dream sputter incredulously.

"Bullshit. I hate him."

"You won't be saying that by the end of the night."

"Why do you even have to be friends with his friends? Aren't they just as idiotic?" Dream frowned and looked out of the car window to the passing world.

"You're derailing from the topic, Mr. Dream," Sapnap said wisely, raising a brow at him from behind the steering wheel. "I brought you because you're my wingman."

"Wingman?" Dream repeated, eyes narrowing towards the chestnut haired male in the driver's seat. Sapnap nodded, head held proudly.

"Yes, wingman," Sapnap confirmed verbally. A long silence followed his words, besides the soft pop music playing from the car speakers.

Dream blinked, silently asking for clarification as to what he would be wingmanning for. When Sapnap gave none, he sighed loudly.

"God, you're annoying."

With a sly wink, Sapnap chuckled, "You love me."

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"Fuckin' ridiculous," Dream muttered miserably, eyebrows scrunched in frustration. He kicked a pebble that lay stranded on the concrete walkway, emerald eyes following the circular object as it bounced away. "Should've fuckin' said no."

He currently walked behind Sapnap and his friends Quackity, Karl, and George. (God, stupid fucking George). Sapnap was all over Karl, the latter being just as touchy as he was. Quackity played along to their jokes, eyeing their touches with suppressed interest and slight amusement.

Dream couldn't believe he said yes to third- no, fourth- no, fifth wheeling for the entire night. An entire night where not only would he be left out of pretty much everything, but he would also be forced onto rides and rollercoasters and, as much as he hated to admit it, Dream was fucking terrified of heights. Nothing about going high into the air and then crashing down at a fast speed sounded fun to Dream. He didn't understand how everyone made such a big fuss about them.

"What are you grumbling about?" A British accent, sounding just as annoyed as Dream felt, startled him from his thoughts.

"None of your business," He retorted, immediately shooting George's noisy ass questions down. George rolled his eyes and huffed.