DreamSMP one-shots ||

// Lemons - Brye //

TW/CW: Physical/verbal fighting, bloodshed
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Tommy swung his diamond sword up from the ground, missing dream by only a few inches. Dream spun around and slashed his axe at thin air as Tommy ducked just in time. The two had been at eachother for about 10 minutes straight, Tommy had started the 1v1 between the two because once again he had let his passion override his logic. He was angry and tired, angry because he was tired and tired of being angry. Nobody else was around, and they were both becoming weary.
Dream took a step back. "Tommy, you know this isn't going to turn out well. We don't have to do this." He said, the menacing trademark smile on his mask staring straight through Tommy.
"God, you win one battle and now you've let your head get all big. Give it a rest would you?" Tommy swung at Dream, his sword clashing against his netherite armour with a sharp scratching noise.
"It was a war, Tommy. A war." Dream was becoming annoyed. He didn't want to hurt Tommy, but he knew he would if he had to.
"Screw." Tommy swung. "You." He swung again.
Tommy swung once more and slashed Dream's arm as he stumbled back, hissing in sudden pain. He didn't have time for this.
Tommy let his guard down for one second, and Dream took his chance. He lifted his right leg and kicked Tommy dead center in his chest, causing him to stumble and trip over his own feet, falling backwards. His sword tumbled from his hand as his grip loosened at the sudden impact of his body hitting the ground; Dream didn't hold back.
He stepped forward and threw his axe into the ground right next to Tommy's head. The sharp blade slashed the younger boy's shoulder as he cried out in pain.
Dream kneeled slightly above Tommy, removing his axe from the bloodied dirt. Tommy's breaths were heavy as he laid in shock, his sword still a foot away from him.
Dream held his axe tightly, bringing it close to Tommy's face; the boy's eyes wide. With his left hand, he moved his mask away from his face and looked down at Tommy. They locked eyes, and he remembered when Tommy had first joined his SMP; he was like a little brother to him. Now, though, he was his enemy.
A sound came from behind Dream and he quickly pulled his mask down, accidentally cutting Tommy's cheek when he yanked the axe away from his face. He turned around to see that it was Tubbo, eyes wide in surprise.
Before anyone could say anything, Dream reached into his bag and pearled away, out of sight.
"T-Tommy?" Tubbo ran up to his best friend who was still laying on the ground. "What the hell? Was that Dream? We were looking everywhere for you! You can't just leave like that!" Tommy tried to sit himself up by putting an elbow beneath him, he was bleeding a good amount from the new wounds.
"I'm fine, Tubbo." He wasn't, but he'd never admit it. Tommy never liked letting his guard down around anyone, not even his best friend.
"You're not! You're bleeding Tommy!" He tried to help his friend up, but he just pushed him away.
"Fuck off Tubbo! Jesus, what do I look weak to you or something?" Tommy said angrily, standing up and wiping his bloody cheek with his sleeve, then putting pressure on his shoulder. He was bleeding more than he thought, but he kept telling himself that he didn't need help.
Tubbo picked up Tommy's sword off the ground. "What? What are you on about Tommy?" He tried to wipe his friend's face that was dripping blood, but Tommy pushed him away roughly. It hurt Tubbo's feelings, as Tommy is never usually this irritable; Tubbo wondered if it was him doing something wrong.
"Fucking stop!" Tommy screamed at Tubbo, causing him to flinch away. "Just stop!" Tubbo flinched again.
Tommy's breathing was becoming labored because of the blood loss, and he began to stumble. Luckily Wilbur showed up just in time, catching Tommy who was clearly in immense pain in his arms. "Tommy? Holy shit."
Tubbo was looking at his feet, clearly upset. "Tubbo, what- what the hell happened to him?"
"He was fighting with Dream.. I tried to help him but.. but he yelled at me.." Tubbo's eyes began to water.
"Let's get him back.." Wilbur said, Tommy was beginning to lose consciousness. Even though Tubbo was hurt by his friend's words, he was more worried so helped Wilbur bring Tommy back to L'Manburg. He just hoped his friend would be alright.

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"He didn't mean it, Tubbo. He's probably just stressed out." Wilbur said as we sat in the main area of the cave. Tommy was resting after Wilbur bandaged him up. Wilbur thinks he passed out mostly from being tired, since he hadn't been sleeping much lately.
"He never yells at me.." Tubbo looked down at his feet, and Wilbur tried his best to comfort him.
Around an hour later Wilbur went to see if he had woken up, but Tubbo wasn't sure if his friend even wanted to see him. Wilbur told him to go see him anyways, after all, Will knew they were best friends.
Tubbo opened the door to Tommy's room and closed it behind him softly. He couldn't help himself, he ran up to Tommy who was laying in bed and wrapped his arms around him. "Ow.." Tommy tried to sit up.
"I'm sorry Tommy. I didn't mean to bother you, we were just worried." Tubbo said.
"No.. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so mad. I was a jerk, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Tommy said, running his hands through his friends hair to calm him.
"You don't have to be strong all the time Tommy... especially around me. We're friends aren't we?" Tubbo asked, now sitting in bed with his friend.
"Of course." Tubbo smiled. He hugged his friend once again, and the two began talking and joking around as if nothing had happened at all.