Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Valentines!

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Happy Valentines! :D
I know I haven't been updating in awhile but here you guys go!
Have y'all got a date today? ^^ cuz I do :D (with my friends) Have a good day!

WARNING;
Harrassment(???)
Rape(???)
Is it rape????
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"Are you kidding me!" George leaned over his friend, Dream, who sat next to him who chuckled lightly at George. It was a day before Valentine's day and the two were at a gay bar trying to call themselves a date for tomorrow.

"It's alright, George. There's still a next time." Dream softly smiled at his friend who was desperately trying to get himself a date.

"Why is the world over-populated by bottoms! Can't two bottoms just get any decent partner?" George complained, giving himself a shot of drink.

Dream looked at his friend who looked as if he was going to be frustrated when he starts streaming for the next days. Though cranky George is loved by most people, his viewership does go down just by a little bit since not all loves the cute but cranky british man.

"We can go look at other bars?" Dream suggested, not wanting his viewership to sink at all.

"Oh what's the point, Clay!" George fixed his composure, crossing his arms. "I won't find my perfect partner..." He sighs, standing from his seat and walking away.

"Wait, George—" Dream calls out. "Where are you going?" He asks.

George stopped from his tracks and look at his friend. "To the bathroom." He shrugs. "Just wait for me in the car. It's nearly midnight and we have to get going anyways." George once again turned away to head to the bathroom.

Dream wondered slightly to himself and got up too, exiting the bar as he goes back to his car, sitting on the driver's seat. He was really worried about George's performance tomorrow when he streams live. He didn't want his friend to lose some viewers just because he couldn't keep up his performance. Then, an idea popped up into Clay's head, getting himself to reach his phone from his pockets and clicking unto the google's search bar.

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Dream continued to stare at his phone, engrossed at the topics he's been looking at, that until he heard the sound of his car door opening as his cranky friend popped in the backseat, whining to Dream that the bar was over flooded with bottoms and masochists in which Dream didn't say anything, but once he heard the door close, he stepped on it and left the parking lot, heading over to George's house.

"Dream?" George called out but when the brunette looked over to Dream's rear view mirror, Dream's eyes were more focused than usual.

Before they knew it, they've arrived at their destination. George sighed, opening the car door and leaving the car. Dream, for some reason, turned off his engine and ran off to George's side.

"What?" George asked in confusion, continuing to walk towards his door. "You know I can walk myself." He didn't want to snap at Dream but he didn't want to be pissed in the first place too.

Dream looked at his phone one last time and said, "I've done my homework."

"Wha—?"

George got cut off by Dream pinning him against the wall. George flinching, seeing Dream's shadow hovered over him from the only light source of the lamp that sat on the streets, his back facing the blonde's while his hand that held the key rested on the door above the knob.

George gasped, about to yell at Dream when he felt all of Dream's front pressed against his back, his friend's hands quickly getting inside of his shirt and playing with his nipples. "Dream..!" George shouted in a whisper that soon became a moan when Dream began to lick his nape.