A collection of Oneshots about the minecraft youtubers Dream and GeorgeNotFound as a ship.
Cover by me :)
(16/06/20)
*Its been over a year since i took this down but i am republishing!
(118k reads when republished - 09/09/22)
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@haihainoob : "please do one where dream likes george but george likes someone else" _____________________________________________
Angst/Sad/Highschool AU No Warnings
Dream's POV:
Ugh, why do i have to love him so much?! It's not fair.
I was sat at my desk, located in the back corner of the classroom, not really paying attention to what our professor is saying. History is useless, what's the point of listening?
My work book was flipped over to the back page, which was littered with various ink creations. My pen scraped at the paper, linking one line to another. I glanced up to take another peek at him, focussing in on the shape of his hairline and the way it fades out at the nape of his neck. I quickly began to shade in my drawing, adding shadows behind the ears and lines around the feet to show how he was bouncing his foot.
"Clay!" I heard a deep voice shout. I jumped in shock, making my pen glide across my doodle; a thick black line now slashed across the boy's leg. "Why aren't you paying attention?!" My teacher beckoned, anger and frustration pouring off of him. "Erm..." i began. "Drawing again?! This isn't art class!!!" He screamed at me. I gulped in nervousness, as everyones eyes turned around to glare at me, including his.
Mr.Gardener stormed towards me, making me slump in my seat and cower beneath my fallen fringe. He snatched my book off of my desk and tutted at me, shaking his head in disappointment. I gave him a worried stare as he glimpsed a look at what i had been drawing.
"What is this?!" He asked, fuming. He turned my book around and shoved it into my face, his beefy finger pointing at my drawing. "You should be writing notes, not sketching your classmates!" My face beamed in embarrassment. He must've seen the heart i drew with 'George' scribbled inside. "I'm sorry, sir." I mumbled, trying to ignore the mix of curious and disgusted looks directed at me.
He threw the book onto my desk and huffed. "If i catch you not paying attention one more time, there will be dire consequences!" He screamed at me, before retreating back to the board, continuing to explain how the economy of Germany plummeted after the Treaty of Versailles. I snapped my book shut and rested my forearms on top, sincerely hoping that no one else saw the drawing and the name that was written above.
Class continued as normal, with the occasional whisper from one student to another. I heard my name mentioned between two girls who sat in front of me. I tuned in to what they were saying.
"I think so" "But that would mean he's gay" "Yeah, he probably is. Why else would he write George's name on it?" "Maybe he's just really creepy and draws everyone" "Ew, i wonder if he's drawn me"
They both giggled, glancing back to witness an angry and hurt look on my face. They looked at me and smirked, before turning back to one another and whispering something too quiet for me to hear. The girl on the left turned herself in her chair slightly and leaned over to whisper something to the boy i was drawing. Shit.
My heart started pounding in my chest and my palms became clammy. I gulped a few times, trying to swallow my nerves.
All of a sudden, George spun around in his seat, looking me dead in the eye. My breath hitched and i gulped again. He gave me a gentle smile, as a pink hue made its way to his cheeks. I smiled nervously in response. We held eye contact for a few seconds before he spun around again, lifting his right hand up to tuck some fallen hair behind his ear.
Maybe he likes me too. Why else would he smile at me like that? He was blushing too! Oh my god, he's adorable!
A warm fuzzy feeling spread throughout my chest. A small amount of confidence rising in me that he may like me back.
The bell rung, signifying the end of class. Each student grabbed their bag, stuffing their books inside before scuttling out of the classroom, eager to get lunch. I left the room and lingered by the door. I usually would rush straight to lunch and then play basketball with Nick, my best friend, but George always stays behind an extra minute or two to go over the lesson with our professor to make sure he understood everything we were taught.
I was desperate to know if George knew i drew him and if he liked me back. I don't know where this burst of confidence has come from, but if it helps me get George to become my boyfriend, then I'm all for it!
I was leant against the wall, humming to myself; when the door flung open and George walked out. I quickly stepped out in front of him, before he could walk off, and gave him a giddy smile.
"Oh! Hi?" George spoke, a little startled by my sudden appearance. "Hi," i muttered back, slightly star-struck. "Do you need something?" He questioned, a gentle smile upon his face again. "No, i just wanted to say hi." "Okay, well... hi again, i guess?" He looked a bit confused and turned to leave .
"Wait!" I exclaimed. George turned back to face me, a look of apprehension apparent on his face. "Yes?" He questioned. "I erm, just wanted to ask if you erm, know what i drew?" I spoke blushing a little. His eyebrows furrowed into confusion. "-In my book! Ella and Courtney were talking about it i think and may have said something to you?" I chuckled at how weird I'm being. "Oh! Yeah, you drew me," he giggled, blushing again. "Yeah... You don't think I'm weird do you?" "I think it's kinda cute." His cheeks flushed even more, as he once again tucked a fallen strand of hair behind his ear. Oh my god... Does he like me?
I let out an uneasy giggle, and gave him a genuine smile. "Thank you," i beamed. We stared at each other, both our faces warm and pink. "Erm... George?" I started. "Yeah?" He gave me a shy smile. "Do you wanna maybe hang out together sometime? We can get a burger or something..." "Hang out like friends?" "Well, at first yeah." "What do you mean, at first?" He smile drooped a little. "I may kinda, sorta like you." I admitted, confident that he'd confess his attraction to me too.
"Oh." Was all i got. His smile had completely vanished and he bit his lip slightly. He began to shift from one foot to another uncomfortably. "Listen, Clay. You're sweet and all, and you drawing me was kinda cute, but I'm not into you that way." He spoke, looking extremely awkward. "But, i thought you were gay. And you called me cute." I protested. George fiddled with his bag strap, eager to escape this conversation. "I am gay and it was cute, but..." he sighed. "I like someone else. I'm sorry if i gave you the wrong impression." He chewed on his lip.
I swallowed down a lump in my throat. I'm such an idiot...
"Oh, okay..." was all i managed to let out, feeling completely dejected. "I'm sorry," George muttered, putting his hand on my shoulder briefly, then leaving towards the lunch hall.
