MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

The Dream? -DreamNotFound 😊

CW: smoking (pot and shit), swearing, intense eye contact, eye fucking, etc.

Plot: (this is such an over used plot) Dream has never once broken a rule...and then he met George. George is a nice guy, but has some bad habits and Dream likes him. A lot. So he wants to indulge in these "habits" so he can see cool to George.

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Dream POV.
"Dude, please," I beg Sapnap, following him down the hall, "I want to, not only for George but also for me! I think it's be really rad!"

"First of all," He says, stopping and turning to face Dream in the middle of the hall, "Never say rad again, you just made yourself significantly less cool than you already were, and secondly, no! You're so squeaky clean! I'm not getting you weed so Gogy'll like you,"

"It's not just that! And also, if you don't give it to me, we both know I'll find someone else to get it from, and oh no! What if it's dangerous! But I don't know because I don't know anything about drugs, I asked my friend sappy nappy to get me some good safe pot, but he denied and now I'm ill because of bad coosh," I contradict, reciting a long ass story that definitely was not necessary, but got my point across.

"Ugh, Fine, dude, but you owe me,"

~Time Skip~

The way Sapnap wanted payment was with paying for a date for him and his boyfriends, Quackity and Karl. It was literally just Wendy's. He then brought the shit to my house before we went to a house party that was just a block away, where we were gonna meet George.

"...so you inhale, hold it for a few seconds, and then exhale," Sapnap reiterates the instructions he's given me for what feels like the millionth time.

"I know, it's okay! I got this," I say in response, sitting up and puffing up my chest.

"You're a real loser. I'm going to be checking on you every now and again to make sure you aren't doing anything stupid and you're safe," he tells me. He sounds like a worried parent. Like across between terrified mother and cool parents that lets you drink as long as it's in the house or something. Are they even real parents? Do they exist?

"Okayyyyyyy," I answer as we walk out the door, "But I'll be fine,"

We arrive at the house we're Gogy is standing out in the grass, waiting for us. "Hey, George," I say excited for what I'm gonna try tonight.

George moved to Florida a few months ago and he's a pretty relaxed and emotionally closed off dude, and Dream, being attracted to toxic, is drawn to him and has been in love with him for all of those few months. He's a nice guy once you get to know him, but at first he's exactly how he seems.

George had a tradition of always going to a party on a Friday night and smoking until he can barely see straight, but recently our friend Bad put him on a cut off. He still goes to the parties but doesn't get high anymore, because honestly Bad scares everyone. He's like worried mama Sapnap x10000. It's sweet though, and we love him.

But! I am going to be the guy that brings weed and shit for George to have tonight.

I have a whole plan:
- find a room and start to get a little high in it
- some how get George to come into the room
- get high with George
- become even more inseparable than you already are and make him fall in love with you then get married and raise a family with two girls and one boy and a pet cat as well as my pet cat patches and then grow old together

It's full proof.

"Hey, Dream! Sapnap!" George says excitedly, walking over to us, "How are you guys?"

"We're good, but I am so done with this week and ready for my only probably to be a head ache from too loud music. To the inside!" He rambles with conviction, marching inside.

George and I laugh and follow in after him and the loud music hits me. The thundering of the base rattles the front and lower part of my brain, making it feel like it's about to split in half.

I wince at the noise and tell George; "I'm going to get a drink, come find me when you're ready," with a wink.

I am so smooth.

I walk over to the kitchen and grab some water from the tap, because alcohol and weed do no mix well, the concentration and the high levels of hallucinates mixed with alcohol, let alone in heavy amounts can be catastrophic and so bad for your health, both mental and physical. So I'll stick to water for today.

As I walk over to one of the rooms that seems to have a lot of smoke coming out of it (weed smoke, not fire smoke), I see George laughing at some dumb shit that Sapnap said as they danced. George looked up and made eye contact with me and smiled so sweetly. God he really is beautiful.

I throw my head back, signalling for him to come to me and then walk into the smokey room. I sit down and quickly light the joint that Sapnap gave me.

There's only four or five people in here, most choosing to stick to alcohol for tonight rather than weed, and I sit down on a low couch, the height only up to my knee wen I stand up. I take a deep breath and let it out and cough a little at all the smoke. I wrap my lips around the small roll and inhale a small amount slowly and then wait ten seconds and releasing it. Watching the smoke filter out in front of me.

I wrap my lips around it once more and look to the door to see George looking directly at me while leaning against the frame. "Well, well , well, what do we have here?" He asks, walking towards me, and I quickly stand up, "THE Dream smoking a joint?" He comes closer with a smirk looking up at me.

"First time, I'm not going to lie to you. I kinda dig it," I say laughing nervously.

"Naw, just a baby junkie," he says as he stops right in front of me. So close that if I were to lean forward a centimetre I would brush his nose with my own. "You want me to teach you something that I love doing?"

I nod eagerly and say "Yes, please,"

"Such good manners," he says chuckling, "Inhale some smoke. Hold it in your mouth, and then when I tilt my head and open my mouth," he pauses to wrap his arms around my neck, threading his fingers through my hair and bringing himself closer, "Open your mouth and blow the smoke lightly into my mouth, yeah?"

His eyes were hooded and I could feel how red my face was burning. "O-Okay," I whisper out as I bring the joint to my lips again.

I follow his instructions. I inhale, more than before, and twist my head to the right, still holding it in my mouth. He tilts his head, his mouth agape slightly as he leans closer, his eyes looking innocently up at me. I release the air into is small mouth as he leans closer. Trying to take more smoke.

We stand like that for so long that time stops moving and I could have sworn that even the skull splitting music stopped for a second. He pulls away slightly, his hands still in my hair, "Good job, you did so well, are you sure this is the first time you've done this?" He asks chuckling lightly.

My face is still burning, my eyes unblinking at what the hell just happened. My brain just static and the image of George looking at me like that while being as close as we were.

Bonus: "Dude it looked like you guys were fucking with your eyes!" Sapnap yelled, showing Dream a photo of him and George just after they exchanged smoke the first time, "How did you do that?!"

Dream chuckled to himself looking at the picture, he sent it to himself and then to George and said 'You look so cute like this, baby <3' to which George quickly texted back 'shut the fuck up, bitch, i know im sexy as fuck' making the younger boy laugh and give his attention back to Sapnap.

Someone please help this mutated tele-tubby and his pet panda BAHAHAHAHA
Thank you for reading, lovely <3

I'm proud of you, and I always will, no matter what you do or don't do or have done or didn't do. I will always be proud of you <3

Remember to drink water and stay hydrated as best you can! And try to sleep as early as possible <3