Part two poggers

If you don't want spoilers don't look at the above image but it's there if you want it

If you're wondering, yes, these are Minecraft skins except for Dream because nipple eyes—

Surprise (kind of) ship incoming! Since one of the persons in this ship is uncomfortable with sexual activity in any way, the pair will not be mentioned doing any such activities.

Also, I'm going to change the title of this book but not the cover to Dreamnotfound Oneshots, and say that there's other ships on the side

Third person POV

"What a road trip~"

George was happily belting out the lyrics to Dream's debut song, and like the proud alpha he was, the blonde was oozing happy pheromones, encouraging his mate to sing louder and cause him to ooze more pheromones, resulting in an endless loop.

They duetted Sweater Weather, both still high off the feeling of being with their intended. The pair sang through Dream's playlist, Dream offering his hoodie when the song came on, but he promised aloud to never leave George, which earned him a wide smile.

His car pulled into Sapnap's apartment building's driveway, his car being there after the black haired teen's mate returned it, something about having to go comfort another friend of his. Dream didn't really pay attention, he was still kind of mad that Sap's needs had delayed him from seeing his mate, but if he wasn't delayed he'd never be able to make that joke. It was kind of a double edged sword.

Dream took the key from under Sap's doormat, and unlocked the door, the wooden door creaking on its hinges. "Sap? I have a special guest here, you're not gonna believe who it is." Dream called out into the dimly lit hallway.

The pair walked further into the apartment, stopping at the living room where a familiar dirty blonde was huddled, napping peacefully. George stepped forward, inspecting the sleeping bundle on the couch.

George and Dream's ears alerted them that someone was coming closer.

A grey blur tackled Dream to the floor, and without thinking, George snarled and pushed him to the side, cradling Dream's head in his arms. Luckily, he didn't seem to be injured, which comforted him enough to look up and—

"Sapnap?"

The black haired teen grinned.

"Nice to finally see you here, George!"

~A few minutes later~

"So you two are true mates? Hate to say I told you so," Sapnap leaned back and popped another Dorito in his mouth, eyebrows raising in a smug smile, "but I told you so."

"Yeah? Well what about you, still the hottest bachelor in town?" Dream shot back snippily.

At that retort, the dirty blonde that was sleeping on the couch dragged himself into the kitchen, and flopped behind Sapnap, nosing at his scent gland. And, to their surprise, he started licking it, and George, who was sitting across from him, was practically drowning in the strong and content scent of ginger and cookies, coming from the pair.

Finally, the parts clicked in George's mind, gears finally shifting into place.

"YOU TWO ARE MATES?!" The omega yelled. The dirty blonde, also known as Karl, was unfazed from the outburst, just nodding in agreement. Sapnap looked so proud, and George was sure that his ego had gotten at least ten times bigger last time they talked.

"Surprise! It's honestly kinda creepy that Dream and I both found our mates at relatively the same time, but the stars aligned, and now I have my perfect little omega here." Sapnap patted the now purring omega's head, and led him back to the couch, George following dazedly. Dream looked slightly confused, but was still proud of his best friend.

"So when and how did you two meet?" George asked, after everyone had gotten settled. Karl smiled softly, reminiscing. "Well, it sounds really cliche but," he giggled, the memory too happy for him not to. "Earlier today, I was looking for some ice cream because I like chocolate chip cookie dough, and Walmart being stupid with their product placement, put it all the way at the back of the freezer."

Suddenly, George hissed in pain, feeling a familiar stabbing sensation in his gut. He gripped onto a nearby pillow and motioned for Karl to continue the story. "And then I almost froze my face off, not even getting my ice cream in the process."

Another wave of pain crashed into George, and he could tell that it would be the first of many. He started panting softly, the temperature in the room starting to rise gradually. Karl reacted quickly, and scooped George up piggyback style, walking to the door and opening it.

He made his was down the hallway, Dream shouting after him what he was doing. It wasn't until he got all the way back to Dream's car, then he stopped. The dirty blonde turned to the black haired man and the blonde, and Dream saw that his eyes had turned a startling gold.

"Keys. Now." Karl held his hand out expectantly, eyes flashing dangerously and protectively.

"Karl what's wrong, what's happening?" Sapnap tried to pet his boyfriend's hair, which earned him a death glare. "Don't touch him alpha. He's not yours." With that, he backed away, and whispered to Dream, who had gone still, "Give him the keys."

Dream wordlessly unlocked the car and got into the driver's seat, watching carefully and slowly as Karl gently set George down in the backseat next to him. Sapnap got into the passenger's seat, but instead of being smug of getting the front seat, his lips were pulled back in a grimace.

The ride to Dream's house was tense, and the air was clouded thick with irritation. Dream's head was going a mile a minute, which was good because of his car was doing that he'd be thirty mph above the speed limit.

They got to his house, and Karl gently laid George down on the nearby couch, and with a soft pat on his head, he walked out the door.

"George? George, are you okay? What's wrong, can I do anything for you? A glass of water? You're burning up." Dream sat next to him, lightly caressing his face, and the brunet whimpered at the small touch.

"Alpha..."

Dream withdrew quickly, surprised at the neediness and desperation packed into the simple word.

"Yes, what do you need my omega?"

Without responding, George seized Dream's shoulders, and stuffed his face in his alpha's neck. Dream, gears finally clicking into place in his head, brought him to his bedroom, face on fire because of the raw display of love from George. He knew heats were intense, he tried to pay attention in that class at least.

Once he was set down, to Dream's surprise, George bolted to the blonde's closet faster than lightning, and Dream followed, slightly amused but still concerned.

George was tearing shirts and sweatshirts off hangers, Dream's merch and old hoodies and everything in between. The omega picked up each article of clothing, and sniffed all of them. If they passed, they were shoved into Dream's arms his omega continued to search for more.

Just as Dream thought he couldn't hold any more clothes, he was dragged back to the bedroom, where he was pushed down. George bolted off again, and this time, Dream decided he should probably stay in the bed.

About five minutes passed, then the omega burst back into the room, eyes a strikingly beautiful (in Dream's mind) gold. He pushed the clothes to the side, and glared at his alpha.

Getting the message, Dream backed off into the bathroom, after throwing down the clothes of course. He washed his face, staring at his reflection, asking himself if he had the heart to take George so primally, with such primitive intentions.

He stepped out after a couple more deep breaths, and inhaled and to his surprise, there was a snug little nest on his bed, and when he inspected it, he saw the small, tiny form of his mate, curled up under all his clothes, inhaling the scent of his mate and whimpering softly.

Dream stood there awkwardly, knowing that he wasn't allowed inside the nest without the permission of the omega. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, wondering if he should wait to be invited or just ask to go in. Finally, he gave in.

"Uhhh, can I come in or..?" Dream had gone with the latter.

George poked his head out, looked him up and down, and wrapped his arms around the blonde, and dragged him into the mess of blankets and pillows. The omega shoved his face into Dream's neck inhaled deeply, over and over and over again.

Dream wasn't complaining about the lack of primality. He liked it, having such a beautiful and kind and perfect mate next to him, nothing could make him mad. He was with his omega, and nothing would ever separate them again. He wrapped his arms around his mate's small torso, cocooning the brunette in a protective embrace, his alpha the only thing that he was focused on.

After all, they were the only people for each other, forever, till the end of time.

They fell asleep close as possible, cuddling like there was no tomorrow, minds sated and satisfied from the presence of their one true mate.

I'm so fuckin tired and I wanna die

Star~Chan