Dream Team Oneshots

Gymnast (DreamNotFound)[1]

Streaks of morning sunlight drifted their way through the kitchen window's blinds, light reaching the floor and warming the tile under George's bare feet as he made his way towards the coffee machine. A yawn stretched his mouth open wide, his entire body following its lead as he stood up on the tips of his toes and sent his arms out. Stretching first thing after waking up was always such a nice feeling, George thought to himself as his heels returned to the ground and his arms reached out to work on preparing his coffee. While the pot was being made George turned around to rest his lower back against the counter top, arms leaning back to hold himself up.

George felt like having a lazy morning today. His mind was still decently hazy from sleep-but the good kind of hazy, not the gross feeling you get when you're woken before you're ready-and having a fresh cup of coffee and scrolling through Twitter seemed like the best way to spend his first few hours of the day. George cast his gaze towards the living room couch he would probably be sitting at for the next few hours only to be met with a very unexpected sight.

A pair of legs greeted George at eye level, moving across the living room slowly. He blinked his eyes, wondering if maybe he was still asleep this entire time. It wouldn't be much of a surprise, George couldn't remember his last peaceful morning like this. Of course it would be just a dream. Except, the warm rays of sun hitting the back of his sleep shirt and the cool feeling of countertop beneath his fingertips fer entirely too convincing to be made up by his brain. Things clicked into place a moment later when the legs fell gracefully towards the ground, feet touching the living room's rug and a torso lifting up to replace it.

Of course, George sighed, blaming his still sleep-hazy brain for being so behind this morning. It was just his stupid gymnast roommate, pulling stupid stunts entirely too early in the morning.

"What are you doing?" George frowned, turning away for a moment to pour the now fully made coffee into his mug. When he turned back and took a sip the coffee burnt his tongue slightly. Dream grinned at him from the living room, making his way towards the kitchen and shrugging his shoulders, taking the pot of coffee from beside George to make his own cup.

"Walking on my hands," he said simply, waiting for longer than George had before drinking from his own mug.

"I mean, I saw that. Why did you decide that-"George paused his sentence to glance at the digital green letters on the stovetop. "Seven in the morning was the best time for that?"

"Well, why not?" Dream asked, grin not once slipping from his lips, even as he sips from his now cool enough mug.

George simply sighs, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. "It's too early for this."

"Aw, c'mon now," Dream says, voice dripping with honey. "I bet if you could do a handstand you'd take every opportunity you could to show it off too."

"So you were showing off for me, then?" George quirks an eyebrow, a teasing lilt to his tone. "I bet I could do a better handstand than you anyways."

"Oh Georgie, don't fool yourself," Dream placed a hand on George's shoulder, exaggerated frown tugging down his lips. "We all know you don't know how, you don't have to pretend."

"Oh, shut up," George swatted Dream's hand away, setting his mug down and pushing himself off of the counter. "Just watch me."

Truth be told, even though Dream was known to be the gymnast by their friends, George had some experience too. He wasn't very vocal about it, gymnastics ended up just not being his thing, but he had done it for quite a few years and knew more than Dream thought. It had been a while, but George didn't think that would hinder him too much. As he headed for the carpeted floor of the living room, just in case, a plan hatched in his mind to trick Dream. George was going to fail his first attempt at a handstand, and when Dream started to laugh George would cut him off to challenge him to a bet. Being underestimated by Dream, it was sure to be an easy win. He knew that Dream would take the bait-he never turned down a challenge.