Dreamnotfound Oneshots

[1] Bet.

      "Wanna bet??" Dream said to me, a playful glint in his voice. "Dream, you literally couldn't go a single day without talking to me, you need me and you know it." I said back, smiling. I turned my attention back towards the game at hand; we were in the smp server just dicking around after filming a long challenge for dreams channel. I concentrated on building up my base to make it look cooler, and almost didn't notice the silence on the other end of the discord call. "Dream?" I said, stopping the movement of my character in the game. "Dream really? You know I was just kidding." silence. "Pleassee talk to me. Its too quiet without your obnoxious tea kettle of a laugh." still nothing.

I heard keyboard clicking on the other end and resumed my gameplay to go find where his character was. He placed a sign next to my bed and was typing. I sat and watched growing impatient at how seriously he was taking this. "If you aren't going to speak to me at least hurry up with whatever you're typing." as if in defiant response, he pressed letters on his keyboards achingly slow. "Dreaamm come on" I whined. He backed away from the sign and stood with his character facing mine. The sign read 'This is me not speaking to you :)'. Sometimes I really cannot stand his competitive nature. Never make a bet with Dream, you'll be sure to regret it. "Fine. Im gonna go to bed. Mark my word though I'll get you to crack."

I logged off the game and ended the discord call, stood up and made my way to the bathroom. As I was waiting for the shower water to heat up I went over different ways to get dream to lose the bet. Not that there was anything at stake, just the pride of winning. There must be something I could say to him....but what? I continued to ponder all through my shower and decided to let it go for a bit while I rewatched an episode of Rick and Morty. It was late when I finally tuned back in to the real world so I went to my room to climb into bed. I let my thoughts wander back to my dumb friend and fell asleep almost instantly.

Nervous. Thats all I felt waking up in his bed. Not that the night before was anything except innocent; I had taken a trip out to florida (that he insisted on paying for of course) to see Dream and hangout for a few weeks. Just us. Alone. I looked to my left and saw him sleeping still, mouth slightly open, hair all over, and slightly snoring. I smiled to myself and couldn't help but think about how beautiful he was. I couldn't believe I was actually here. With him. In his bed. My thoughts were shaken away when dream spoke. "George you creep stop staring at me while I sleep." I felt my face heating up and Dream laughed at me. "I know i'm hot but please, try to refrain." I stuck my tongue out at him in response, which only further fueled his laughing fit. I mumbled that I was going to get up and get dressed. I stood up and fell right back down when something tugged at my wrist. "Come here dummy" Dream said, now sitting up, and tugged at my wrist again. I felt myself blush again and scooted closer to him. He pulled my back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around me. "Im really happy you're here." he whispered to the back of my neck. I shuddered at the way his words felt on my skin. "I'm...really happy i'm here too" I choked out, barely able to think only feeling his arms around my waist and his breath on my neck. It was like a sensory overload on my entire nervous system. He pushed on my shoulder lightly, signaling me to face him. I did, hesitantly, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I looked into his eyes. We sat quietly for a moment, my heart racing. "You're really pretty, have I ever told you that?" He said softly. I tried to fumble out a no in response but nothing came out. He smiled at me, and reached his hand up to brush my cheek. He looked me in my eyes again, raising his eyebrows while running his thumb across my bottom lip. I nodded my head and closed my eyes after watching him lean in. Those seconds felt like a lifetime but finally-

Fuck. I opened my eyes and looked around the room I was in. It was pitch black. I fumbled for my phone in the dark and was nearly blinded when I turned it on. 5:30 am the clock read. I groaned and put my hands up to my temples and squeezed my eyes shut, immediately being taken back to the events of my dream. I felt my heartbeat speed up recalling the, almost, kiss but quickly shook my head and sighed. I can't believe I had a dream like that about my best friend jesus christ. I opened my phone to see if I had any texts from dream, but of course there were none. I shut my phone off and placed it back on the nightstand. I laid back down and shut my eyes, letting the memory of my dream wash away as I slipped back into sleep.