DreamNotFound Oneshots

Sweet Surprise

Fluff
No Warnings

George has organised a little surprise for Dream ;)

George's POV:

I'm so happy for him. It's incredible he's hit 10 million! I mean, it was obviously going to happen at some point, he's an amazing Youtuber and puts so much hardwork into everything. A soft sigh escaped my lips as i thought of Dream's accomplishment.

Gosh, I'm such a simp.

I shake my head in mock shame and stand from our bed. It's nearly 6pm and so time to tell Dream about this surprise.

I walk through the hallway and into our lavish living room. We've not lived in this apartment for too long; hence the bare walls, but long enough to become acquainted with the neighbourhood and it's inhabitants.

I see him lay on the sofa; stomach on the cushions, both arms folded on the arm of the chair, head resting on top. I slowly approached the relaxed man and lent down so my lips were a few inches from his left ear.

"Hey cutie," I whispered, giggling as he took a sharp intake of breath, clearly startled. He looked up with half lidded eyes and a warm smile spread over his face.

"Hey," he mumbled sleepily, as he rubbed his eyes with the end of his MooMoo Meadows hoodie (found at georgenotfound.shop hehe).
"I want to show you something," i spoke with a slight grin. "Oh... something naughty?..." he responded with a suggestive smirk.

"Clay!" I playfully hit him. "Why are you always so horny when you're sleepy?"
"Cause you're cute and I can't help it," dream replied with a wink. A warm tingle spread its way across my cheeks.
"Awwwww you're blushing," he cooed. I muttered a quick "shut up" and rolled my eyes at his playfulness.

"Sorry cutie -" that smirk told me he wasn't sorry a single bit "- What is it you wanted to show me?" He asked, somewhat serious but the ever present smirk was still clear as day. I huffed a little before sliding my hand into Clay's slightly bigger one, tugging him off the sofa and leading him to the bedroom. "Ooo, i like where this is going," Clay muttered, receiving a warning glare in response. He just chuckled.

I opened our bedroom door, revealing our bed with three of Clay's best shirts lay out. He turned his head to look at me, eyebrow raised in question, "pick one," i replied giddily. "What for?" He asked, confusion evident on his face. "You'll see," i smirked.

He stared a moment longer at me, before chuckling and shaking his head. He looked over the shirts before choosing his dark-blue, short-sleeved one, that has tiny white stars scattered on it. "Good choice," i commended. He grinned at me, asking "any bottoms to go with it?... i mean, I wouldn't mind being half-naked," clay smirked at me. "Clay, i swear to god, I'm gonna-"
"Gonna what?..." he taunted, an evil smirk now plastered to his face.

I huffed in feigned annoyance and pushed him into the bathroom, shoving his shirt into his chest. I quickly grabbed a pair of his black jeans and threw them at him. "There, they will go nicely," i smiled. "Why do i have to get changed in here?" He whined, pouting his lips a little. "Because you do. Now get changed!"
"Okay, okay" he laughed, before closing the door.

He's going to be the death of me.

As Dream changed, i selected an outfit of my own; a long-sleeved burgundy shirt, with tiny black peonies littered on it and a pair of light-grey skinny jeans. I dressed myself fairly quickly, and patted my hair down in our body-length mirror.

It's a magnificent mirror may i add. It has little fairly lights and fairy figures trailed around the edges. Clay though it was "girly" and "child-like". Pshhh, he just won't admit he loves fairies. I roll my eyes at the memory, a faint smile taking over my lips.