Dream Team Oneshots

Argument

George and Dream get into an argument because George accidentally dropped and shattered Dream's phone. Don't worry they make up afterward.

Hi, welcome this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.

Third-person

"Babe! I-I didn't mean too, you just s-scared me and I a-accidentally dropped it," George shuttered out as he picks up the phone. George winces as he gets glass in his hands while picking up Dreams phone. "And you ACCIDENTALLY broke my mother's favorite vase!" Dream snaps. George looks down at his bloody palm and all of the bruises and cuts all down his legs and arms (they are not from self-harm or Dream beating him, they are just from his clumsiness). George just looked away. He couldn't help it he was a clumsy and nervous person. "I-I-," George was rudely interrupted by Dream"Fucking (bad word) save it!" Dream yelled as he pointed right at George. Dream then walked off into a different room. "(Sigh) I am a useless mess, I can't do anything right," George says to himself, as he plops on the ground (he was on his knees pouting). "I will just go sit on the couch and stay still," George said crawling over to the couch. George jumped on the couch and sat down. "Now to stay here for the rest of eternity," Georges says, as he traced the scars on his body. The was a huge scar across the back of his thigh. The scar was from his and Dream's first date. They went to an arcade because it was pouring rain. Dream went into the arcade and George ended up slipping and cutting a huge hole in his skin. Of course, it hurt, but he didn't tell Dream. Dream only noticed when George passed out (from blood loss) when they were shooting zombies. "I am so clumsy," George said pouting. George lifted his shirt and there were many scars, of course, Dream didn't know about them, despite them dating for a year in a half, because George never took his shirt off. There was a scar that was across the side of his stomach. He and his older brother were throwing knives at a board and George walked by the board by accident and the knife skimmed his side. Of course, it hurt, but George never told his brother. His brother only found out thirty minutes later, when he found George passed out in the bathtub. "That technically wasn't my fault," George said with a laugh (George is talking to himself by the way, because he has no one else to talk to). George looked at one of his arms. They were a few scars there. One stood out though. It was a medium-sized scar that covered half of his arm. George was playing with his little cousin. They were climbing up a tree. George was a lot higher then his cousin and his cousin fell (his cousin is seven in this and he is eighteen). George being the good cousin that he is jumped from the branch he was on to the floor, to ensure that his cousin landed safely. That came at a cost though. The tree was about one in a half stories high and George jumped from the top and he scrapped his arm on his way down and landed on his arm to catch his cousin. Of course, George never told anyone, because he didn't want to be labeled as hell a hero. His mom only found out a week later, when his little cousin was bragging about him. George had a cast for a while. "I was clumsy for a good reason," George said laughing. Some other scars and bruises had many stories, but George told them all, we'd be here for a while. "Maybe Dream has calmed down a bit?" George suggests to himself. George's up from his position and walked towards the dining room. There Dream sat fuming with anger as he called someone. George's smiled turns into a frown as he walks out of the living room. George walks into Dream and his shared bedroom and sits down. "I think he's getting tired of me," George says with a sigh. A quick tear leaves his eyes. "He is sick of me breaking stuff and being such a fuck (bad word) up," George says looking down. "I better break up with him, before he breaks up with me," George said as he slumped down on his side of the bed.

Time skips to when Dream cools off and he is going to go apologies to George for snapping at him. But George thinks Dream has other plans. Time skip brought to you by me typing on my phone and time skip also brought to you by me being very tired.

It had been a few hours since Dream has seen his boyfriend and he was missing him. Dream was no longer mad about the vase or his phone. Dream called his mom and turns out the vase was her eighth copy. And Dream called his phone company and his insurance covers the broken phone. Now all he needs to do is say sorry to his boyfriend. Dream gets up from the chair he had been sitting in for the past few hours (what did I just write). Dream walks out of the dining room, he goes passed the storage closet, passed the bathroom, and when he finally reaches George and his shared bedroom. Dream knocks and opens the door. It was completely dark. "Angel? You in here?" Dream asks turning on the light. George rolled over out of bed and tried to quickly walk over to Dream. Note he tried. George ended up slipping on the hardwood, because of his fluffy socks. Dream shuffled over and caught him before he hit the ground. "Be careful my clumsy prince," Dream says putting him on his feet and bowing to him in a playful manner. George blushes and shakes his head. "I have something to tell you!" George says quickly. "Me too. You go first," Dream says with a smile. "Umm, I think we should break up," George says looking off to the side. "What?! Why!?" Dream says frantically. "I thought that is what you were going to ask me, so I did it first," George said looking off to the side. "Why would I want to break up with you?" Dream said with a mischievous grin. "I, uh, I don't know, you are probably getting tired of my clumsiness, bad luck, and my nervousness," George said still looking down at his feet. "George, look at me!" Dream said in a calm, yet demanding tone of voice. George looked everywhere but him. "George," Dream said in a "don't test me" tone of voice. George gulped and then looked a Dreams crystal green eyes. "Why would I ever want to break up with you? You are the most beautiful and sweetest guy I know. You are cute, clumsy and you get flustered easily. Not to mention, your scars are hot (George blushes). I want you to never break up with me and I will never break up with you," Dream said as he smiled at George. "Prove it then," George said, pushing Dreams buttons a bit. "Oh sweetheart I will, I will," Dream said as he cornered George.

And that's where our story ends. No one knows what George and Dream did (they had a quick make-out session and then cuddled). I am stinky, so I am going to go shower. Toodles! (This fanfic only took one hour to write, it's the fastest one I have written yet)! This is my 50th (I am too lazy to write the number out) part.

Ya, that's about it. If anybody reads this, you request if you want. Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.