~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Winter

low quality gog in a boat, simply vibing

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The first snow day in the UK and Dream was freaking out.

Since he had lived in Florida his whole life, he had never seen snow before, only in pictures and videos. But, because he and George were visiting the brits family for Christmas, he has getting to see it in person for the first time.

When they both woke up, cuddleded together on the shorters childhood bed, Dream sat up quickly as soon as his eyes layed on the frost covered windows.

He scrambled out of bed and changed into some thick black pants he had bought the other day -since it ended up being much colder than he thought it would be, George did not prepare him well enough- and threw on a hoodie and a coat over his pajama shirt.

He was naturally a heater, but the freezing cold weather was no where near close to what he was used to, practically freezing to death the other day when he went with George to the mail box.

The blond had to practically drag George out of bed and make the brunet get dressed, so they could run downstairs and into the backyard together.

As soon as they both got to the back porch, their socks, shoes, and gloves already on, Dream sprinted out into the 2 inches of snow that covered the ground.

Snow was still falling, and he tilted his head up and stuck out his tongue, eating little snow flakes. He laughed softly and looked over at George, who looked anything but impressed.

"Its so cold, I'm used to American weather now" he grumbled light heartedly, walking out and off the porch to join his boyfriend, leaning into the tallers chest.

"But it's so cool! We have to make a snowman!" Dream exclaimed, hugging his boyfriend for a moment and rubbing his back up and down to make some sort of heat, and then getting down on his knees and forming a snow ball, to be the bottom of his snowmens body.

George helped as well, packing the snow together and stacking the snow balls together.

Once there little snow blob was created, who looked a little wonky and lopsided, they both giggled. The brit even grabbed two little stones for the eyes, and Dream grabbed two sticks for the arms.

All of a sudden, a snow ball hit George in the chest.

"Wha-" he was cut off by another attack, looking over to see Dream wheezing and forming a new one to throw.

The shorter quickly grabbed some snow and chucked it at the other, Dream feigning being in pain and then throwing one back.

They chased eachother around the backyard, hiding behind trees and trying to avoid any snow balls, as well as trying to hit eachother as much as they could.

After there little snow battle, which had ended with George being tackled to the snow covered floor and them both laughing so hard they cried, probably waking up their neighbors, Dream rolled off the other and tried to make a snow angel.

The layed down on the ground and did that a couple of times, before their muscles grew sore and tired from the exertion.

"The snow makes you a lot more tired than I thought it would" the blond commented, breathing heavily at this point, letting his arms lay limp in the snow. "Its like being at the beach and messing around the sand, but it's super thick and weird."

George chuckled at the weird comment, groaning and sitting up, seeing Dream hop up and pull the boy to a standing position.

"Can we drink hot coco and sit by the fire now?" the brunet asked, which had honestly been the only thing on his mind since they woke up.

Dream giggled softly and agreed, both boys going inside. The blond started the fire in the chimney, while George made their hot chocolate and gathered blankets.

After they both changed back into pajamas, they cuddleded up on the couch closest to the fire, George laying on top of Dream, drinking his hot coco through a straw to make the position easier.

"You're so stupid" the Floridain said, the affection amaking the insult sound nothing but endearing. His hand carded through the deep brown locks of hair, taking a sip from his own drink. Their hot coco had whip cream and mini marshmallows swarming the top -the brunet having a little peppermint stick in his own-, and George may or may not have sprayed some of the whip cream into their mouths before putting it back into the fridge.

Both of the brits parents were out and at the store, so it was just them two in the house.

George grabbed his phone from his room earlier, when he was getting the blankets, and he played some music to fill the silence, putting his phone on the coffee table nearby.

Once they both finished their drinks, George set the mugs in the sink to wash later.

The taller rested more comfortably on the couch, his head propped up on a pillow, still laying on his back. The brunet went to his original position, laying on top of Dream, his head now resting on his boyfriends chest, listening to his steady heart beat.

"Thank you for coming with me outside" Dream said, his tone soft and appreciative.

"Thank you for coming here with me in the first place, I know meeting my parents was kinda scary for you" George said, cuddeling further into the tallers chest.

"I couldn't just let you leave me for two weeks, I'd die" the Floridain joked, making them both laugh for the 100th time that morning.

"Dont worry, idiot, I'll never leave you" George tone was full of love, and although he may not say 'I love you' very much, he finds creative ways to say it and show it.

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I have never seen snow, is it as cool as people in movies make it seem?