Dream Team x Reader Oneshots

Dream x Reader [Smiley Face]

You had answered the knock at your door to see a strange man staring at you blankly, wearing a white mask with a smiley face. The man was at least a head taller than you, towering over you in the doorway. A look of obvious confusion and anxiety crept it's way onto your face as you racked your brain for an explanation as to why you were in this situation, you could think of none.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Your fingers gripped harder onto the cold metal of the door handle, unsure whether or not you would have to slam it into this man's face. He was wearing a mask, there's nothing more suspicious than that.

In response to your voice, the man's hands immediately started fidgeting and reached up to his face. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I think I got the wrong house." His fingers wrapped themselves around the string on his ears and pulled the paper up so that it was sitting atop his dirty blond hair, which in the shadow, almost didn't look blond at all.

Your fingers lessened their grip slightly on the door, no longer feeling as threatened by this man now that you had seen his face. He had a sharp jawline and clear skin, if you didn't count the sun-kissed freckles dusted over his face. And his eyes. His eyes were green as spring, they seemed almost vacant if not for the small hint of worry that he had gotten the wrong house. You weren't sure you'd ever seen that shade of green before, there was something so oddly hypnotising about them that made you want to stare at them all day.

You weren't too sure what to do in this moment, were you supposed to just shut the door on him and let him find his way? As you stared mindlessly at him, he pursed his lips before speaking once more. "You wouldn't happen to know a George would you?" He nervously scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. It was evident that he also didn't quite know what to do in this situation.

As the name dropped from his lips you knew exactly how this situation came about. You observed the man once more, tall, obviously American, and then your eyes wandered to the suitcase. Yeah, you knew who he was. With a heavy sigh you pushed the door open wider and stood off to the side, signalling for him to enter. You pushed through another door into the living room and he took this as an invitation inside

He raised an eyebrow in confusion but entered anyway, pulling his suitcase behind him and then closing the door. He noticed the small basket in the hallway full of shoes, some more feminine looking and others that were much larger and definitely didn't belong to the same person. He knelt down and removed his own shoes, as to be polite, before following into the next room.

You were pacing around while holding your phone out in front of you, biting your lip as you waiting for the ringing to stop. Mumbling 'pick up' under your breath a couple of times.

Eventually it did stop, and so did your pacing, almost as if you had been dancing to the sound. You held the phone up to your ear, an expression on your face that the blond couldn't decipher.

Anger? No. Stress? Maybe. Disappointment? Definitely.

"Hey, George? Where are you right now?" He watched as you bit your lip in anticipation, he tried to listen to the voice on the other end but he could only hear your side of the conversation.

"At the airport, why? Did you need something?"

Another sigh escaped your lips, your free hand pressed against your forehead as if you had a headache.

"Your friend is here." Your voice was deadpan.

"Well yeah, that's why I'm picking him up, what do you need?"

"No I mean, he's here, at the house" You could almost hear George's eyebrows furrowing.

"What do you mean he's there?"