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Dream considers himself a patient person.
People make up rumors about him everyday on the internet; good and bad. He’s patient enough (sometimes) to know when to respond and when it needs to be addressed. Dream is patient when his food is taking just too long in the microwave and he has to take a lap around the kitchen island to waste the seconds. He’s patient when Sapnap goes to Punz’s house but all Dream wants to do is hang out with him.
It’s hard for Dream to find patience when his video call has been frozen for almost a minute and George’s face is paused perfectly in a scoff. The problem is his own internet. Dream’s been trying to get it fixed, especially before George gets his visa approved, but every time a worker comes to the house something new breaks and a part needs to be ordered.
“You know my entire job requires the internet, right?” George asks, a little snarky. He’s sassy when he wants to be and clearly right now he wants to be sassy about internet in a house he doesn’t yet live in.
“George,” Dream says his name like it’s a token, “You know my job is also all on the internet, right?” He mocks a little at the end, nothing serious. They have a usual ebb and flow of playfulness in their daily conversations. It works.
“You edit like one video, I protect people’s computers everyday. From-like- hackers or whatever. And code really important things.” George waves his hand, “You wouldn’t get it.”
Dream smiles, a rush of affection towards his boyfriend even when he’s being a brat. Maybe it’s just a Dream thing, who knows. All Dream knows is that he’ll do anything for him, “We’ll have it fixed by the time you get here, I promise.”
“You need to fix your internet, idiot,” George cuts through Dream’s memory and it’s like deja vu. He raises his head and meets eyes with George, bed-headed with a faux-annoyed expression hiding a smile underneath. He quirks his mouth to the side and tilts his head down slightly.
Dream mimics the expression back, “Welcome back.”
“Actually, welcome back to you,” George leans into his chair and brings his feet onto the seat, “Your internet sucks.” He’s holding his phone in one of his hands and settles back into a position of scrolling.
Dream’s phone buzzes almost immediately. A TikTok direct message from the boyfriend in question. He allows his shoulders to relax and leans into the cushion of his seat, his denseness from the impatience fleeting away now that George is back, moving, on the screen. Dream aches to reach into the screen and touch his shoulder and brush his hair.
“Watch what I sent you.”
The video is of a few cats being held up to a wall, seeing which ones catch themselves and which ones’ faces squish against the wall. “I should try that with Patches, but she’s too smart she’ll just catch herself.”
“Oh, she’s too smart, is she? You should try it with Sapnap instead. He wouldn’t be able to do it and his face would like- squish all over the wall,” George laughs and then Dream laughs because of George’s.
“That would make a banger TikTok,” Dream answers in reply, “Is this what you were doing while my wifi was out? Just watching TikToks?” Dream sets his phone down and watches George with a smile.
“Not really,” George shrugs and wraps both of his arms around his legs. Dream hears the A.C. kick on, most likely from Sapnap sweating his balls off in this damn house. “I was texting Karl about our plans.”
The TwitchCon Plans.
“I was asking him about dates to make sure I can ask off, James doesn’t ever mind when I take days off, but I’ll need to plan some of my projects around them.”
“So, when are they coming?”
Dream pulls up his calendar to visualize the days George will be gone. Spending time with the friends Dream knew first, yet without the privilege of getting to know them eye to eye.
It’s a bittersweet feeling. He’s been in contemplation with himself for weeks since hearing Karl and Quackity’s plan to meet George a few days before Twitchcon Amsterdam. George wasn’t planning on going to the event, he had no want to go unless in support of his boyfriend. But Dream wasn’t ready yet, or maybe that’s all he could convince himself in an attempt to run from anything tangible.
He always imagined he would face-reveal at the most perfect time. That Dream would suddenly reach a prime moment and everything would fall into place how he’s envisioned for 3 years already. George would be in the house with Patches in his arms and Sapnap would be on his side. Their family would finally be together and complete. And Dream would be ready to face the world and start slowly showing his life to the people.
It’s hard now.
Nothing of the meetup is going to be public, anyway. George isn’t known to the internet and posting any pictures with him would just risk doxxing him and his family in search of finding out who he is and why he knows Karl and Quackity.
But part of Dream thinks he ’s still scared of meeting George officially, opening up to him in person. Sharing himself physically, even in the most innocent of ways.
“The 11th through the 14th,” George responds and continues reading through Karl’s plans for the trip.
A shiver runs up Dream’s spine, so soon.
Their relationship became official under the knowledge that George had already applied for his visa. He would have been moving in with them no matter what, even before their feelings were confirmed together. And they had already known that the first time they would meet in person was realistically George’s first day in Florida. Permanently. Plans were always made loosely and able to change with new contingencies, but after having plans for so long they begin to feel like law.
“Did your wifi cut again or did I lose you?”
Dream snorts and falls out of his thoughts, “You lost me, sorry. Keep going.”
“I already finished, idiot,” George smiles without malice. He pushes gently, “You know I won’t be upset with you if you don’t come. It’s really soon and it’s not like they aren’t my friends too.”
Dream falls against the back of his chair and hopes he turns invisible, that George doesn’t look at him through his webcam. But he knows George is watching him already.
-
Dating Dream is nothing but an instinct at this point. They have their schedules they follow. When George finishes his work for the day, doing cyber security at a popular company and some self-employed coding jobs on the side, he joins a private discord call where Dream is already waiting for him. They eat dinner together most nights over a video call and watch through TV series to pass the time. When Dream falls asleep, George can hear it through the tone of his breathing, George can hear most changes through Dream’s shitty microphone.
Moving rooms, going into the bathroom, when he’s in the bath, when he takes a drink from his bottle, when Patches is near the mic.
Dating Dream is an instinct, so George knows Dream’s mind is about to be a pendulum before Dream does.
Naturally, George wants to meet all of his friends. And he won’t turn down an opportunity to hang out with them. Karl and Quackity are a part of the small percentage of content creators who even know George exists, and working a mostly-remote job means that George doesn’t get to see or meet many friends at a time. His want for privacy that he expressed to Dream years ago was a want to be hidden from the public eye, and not a want to be closed out of that side of Dream’s life completely. Scribbling out his name and pfp from public screenshots and avoiding his name on streams.
“There’s not a rush,” George assures.
“I know,” and George knows that Dream does. “But I know that it would make both of us happier to meet already and it’s stupid.”
“What’s stupid?”
“It’s stupid because it’s not like I’ve even face revealed yet, I don’t have anything holding me back from going.”
George shifts in his seat and watches Dream’s camera. He remembers the first time he saw Dream’s face, only a week before they had the conversation and started dating. Maybe they’ve never done anything conventionally anyway. “So what’s holding you back?”
“I don’t know,” Dream says and his cheeks are flushed. His face rests in his hand, staring down at his computer in his typical embarrassed fashion.
George can’t begin to understand Dream’s head and what goes on in it, but he’s patient. “Then we’ll wait.”
What’s ours is ours.
-
George gets a Snapchat notification from Dream when he wakes up for work. Several snapchat notifcations. Which means Dream has likely not slept for more than an hour, so he takes a mental note to check the Twitter update accounts later.
The first picture is Dream pouting. His head is tilted down a little and theres a bar of text across the middle that says, ‘wake upppp’. The next 4 pictures are similar, textless selfies with an arrangement of filters. A cowboy with a big mustache. A handsome devil. A little baby. And a tampon.
He laughs to himself as he taps through them. silly. really silly. Each of the pictures is saved into their chat, a collection of all of George’s favorite selfies from him in one place.
And when he wakes up, Dream is met with his own display of selfies and filters. Entitled, Before Work .
-
The meetup date sneaks up on George. He wakes up to an annoying alarm, a reminder that he needs to do the dishes and vacuum his living room before the guests land. With sleep still encrusted in his eyes, George pats for the snooze button. He doesn’t fall asleep again but instead stares at the ceiling. It’s quite boring, but the thoughts flipping in his head are enough for entertainment.
First page, an anxiety of meeting new people. George doesn’t consider him an anxious person in most aspects, but meeting new people is one of his low spots. And big groups of people.
Flip to excitement. He’s known Karl and Quackity even longer than he’s dated Dream. He’s been a part of their crew and known them almost as long as Dream has, it was a quick adjustment introducing and getting George intermingled, despite any career gaps.
And somewhere along the trail, Dream shows up. Dream always fights his way into George’s thoughts without even trying. Just the thought of him leaves George’s ears warm and his stomach tingling.. He’s always there.
George presses his face into his pillow and then flips so he’s fully on his back. Lifts his pelvis and arches his spine into a full stretch, and groans at the peak. He falls back onto the mattress and closes his eyes until the alarm rings again.
-
george
They’re here!
[image: A selfie of George, Karl, and Quackity. Karl is taking the selfie with Quackity in the middle and George in the far left and further back. Karl is making an open mouthed shocked face, Quackity is grinning, and George has a shy, but proud smile ]
dream
❤️❤️
W
george
The first thing Karl asked me was “Where’s the old ball and chain ey”
dream
lmaoo what’d u say
george
You were home being mopey probably
dream
i’m not mopey :(
i’m with patches she’s keeping me company since you have a life apparently
george
Yeah not mopey…
Tell Patches her favorite dad says hi
dream
she said she doesnt remember you because you’re never around
george
😣🥺
dream
kiddinf she says she loves youuuuu
-
Dream doesn’t hear much from George in the following days. They facetime once each day, usually while they’re eating and Dream gets to hear about all of their adventures from their last call to the present. The boys usually went out later at night. When the roads are clear, people are inside their homes, and there’s nothing between them and the city.
They do a lot of silly stuff and they eat a lot of really expensive food. George mutters to Dream about the prices while the others aren’t listening, although his job pays him more than enough to cover the treat.
The long hours between updates start feeling shorter. Dream finds himself stacked between important meetings and writing emails. Ken has been on his tail about deadlines and being proactive, so Dream takes advantage of the time to himself and gets enough work done to make an impressive dent in his schedule.
The last night of the stay, George calls Dream before he goes to bed. He whispers over the line and Dream giggles at the over-the-top privacy performance. George keeps as quiet as possible even though Karl and Quackity sleep across a locked door in the living room.
-
“Quackity broke- like- everything here,” George makes an exasperated gruff sound over their discord call. He called Dream around midday Florida time, the day after both of the boys left. He’s been cleaning (or what feels like anti-cleaning with more of him complaining about what needs to be cleaned still). “This is so annoying.”
“I’m sure he didn’t break anything, George. You just hate it when people touch your stuff- or like look at it.”
Dream can feel the eye roll he receives from across the ocean, “Dream, he broke one of my desk things and now my fridge is squeaking every time I open it.” Followed by the sound of George falling dramatically onto his bed, “He’s ruined everything ,” George croaks with an exaggerated whiny tone.
“Oh, has he? He’s ruined everything,” Dream laughs with his chest and taps lightly against his desk, “Your life is so hard… having to host two of the best guests you could have in your apartment. You won’t even have to worry about your fridge soon anyway,” Dream toes the line.
George ignores the press of the conversation and continues on the lighter half, “You haven’t met them, Dream.” His tone turns into a silly-scared impression, “Streamers are insufferable and terrifying.”
“Good thing I don’t count, then. I haven’t streamed in…” Dream opens a new tab on his computer and goes to his channel, “A month. So there, I’m not even a streamer. I’m a YouTuber.”
“And when was your last YouTube video?”
“Okay,” Dream huffs out a laugh, “Nevermind, I take it all back. I’m nothing, just your sexy hot rich boyfriend.”
George giggles, “Emphasis on the rich.”
-
🍄 @THEHONKBOY:
Was able to visit London for a few days with Quackity before Twitchcon 🥹 It was so beautiful and I should have some pictures to post soon. Really happy I’ve been able to meet so many of you already! Excited for this week🪱💕
@dreamwastaken liked a tweet
-
Over the coming days, Dream spends a lot of time looking at his lockscreen. It’s one of the many pictures he was sent of George with Karl and Quackity at the flat. Karl and Alex are on either side of George, kissing both of his cheeks. His boyfriend has a wonderful, bright smile and just enough blush for Dream to know this picture wasn’t his idea. Likely Karl’s.
He stares at the picture every time he opens his phone, a delay to any task and a short circuit for his ADHD brain. He’s forgotten what he’s supposed to be doing many times.
Dream studies George’s smile and the group’s happy faces with a melancholic heart. Guilt holds his emotions captive, despite George’s urgence that their timing is their timing and no one else’s business but their own. Yet still, he can’t help but feel like the grand gesture needed to prove himself is right in front of him.
The thought sits in his head for days, it keeps him up. On long summer nights with only the quiet muffle of George’s breathing through his phone and the rustle of nature outside his window, only the nagging thought remains.
4:08 a.m. his phone reads. And underneath the time is the picture.
Dream’s heart aches and he pushes himself to the edge. His fingers move on instinct, pulling up the website he’s been staring at for days.
-
One week. Roundtrip.
Sapnap is in the kitchen when Dream emerges from his room. His hair is messy, unruly waves and curls mixed together; he hasn’t quite reached the time of day where a hat is secured to his head. He sits halfway hunched over a soggy bowl of cereal, his phone looping a TikTok sat right next to it. Dream comes up behind him and wraps an arm around Sapnap’s shoulders. He pulls him into their routine-morning-side-hug, “Morning, Nick.”
Sapnap leans into the touch and hums, whatever bite of cereal is still in his mouth when he responds, “G’morning, you been up?”
Dream hums mhmm , “For a little bit. Just long enough.”
Sapnap laughs, “Bro I can’t understand you half the time, what does that even fucking mean?”
“I did something bad,” Dream answers and keeps in the hug. His head rests on Sapnap’s so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye, “Don’t get mad at me.”
Sapnap won’t get mad, Dream knows him well enough. Knows him better than the back of his hand, closer than blood. Dream can actually argue Sapnap will defend that Dream should’ve taken a trip to London sooner. They’ve had the conversation more times than he can count, ending every time with Dream’s stubborn end-of-conversation look.
Sapnap brings a hand up to Dream’s arm and unwraps it from his shoulder, leaning back to meet eyes and squinting, a prompt for him to continue.
“I bought a ticket to London. I’m gonna surprise George.”
Sapnap’s eyes light up, Dream watches the cogs visibly turn behind them as his lips curl up into a grin, “Mad? Dude I’m fucking relieved. I’ve been waiting a stupendous amount of time for y’all to get your shit together and see each other.”
The two have breakfast together. Sapnap is patient when he listens to Dream’s explanation of his plan for the trip. He finishes his bowl of Krave and puts it in the sink. Somehow, in between a moment of Dream gesticulating his hands with a repeated explanation, a hat appears on Sapnap’s head. Dream takes a banana from the fruit basket on the counter, one with a peel that’s just brown enough to be perfect. Actually, Nick, I read that the strings have nutrients like the rest of the banana. It’s good for you.
“When are you leaving?”
“Um…” Dream looks at the clock on the oven, “A few hours. I still need to finish packing, I wanna be early for the flight.”
“Yeah, bro you wanna be early for international,” Sapnap falls into a story about one of his trips to Greece as a kid, something about his dad almost missing their flight completely, “Text me and I’ll drive you.”
Sapnap sends Dream off later in the afternoon. His demands of service: a facetime as soon as he’s at George’s apartment and a fun souvenir from the UK airport, maybe a snack. (Dream will definitely bring him a snack no matter what).
-
dream
wryd
you’re off work today right
george
Yes :] literally doing nothing
vc?
dream
i can’t :(
meetings for awhile today im rlly busy
george
Don’t get my hopes up next time
Asshole
Dream giggles at his phone. He glances up, making sure he hasn’t passed his gate yet and contemplates whether he has enough time left to grab food before boarding.
dream
okay fine i won’t do it again
i just wanted to see what you were doing
george
I’m ordering food
Pay for it as your apology
dream
apology for what
george
Making me think we could call
Buy me food because you’re sorry and you love me so much
dream
okay but only because i probably won’t be able to talk until later
i’m sending you money
george
That’s dumb don’t send money that doesn’t count
That’s like cheating
You know my address
dream
send me your order idiot
george
😊❤️
Dream orders the food for George and pockets his phone. Still plenty of time before he boards.
He adjusts the mask on his face.
Dream can’t remember the last time he was in an airport. It feels nostalgic to a degree, but this time is drastically different. He wonders if younger Dream, without the experiences he has now, would ever be able to understand the situation he finds himself in now. Younger Dream who took this same airport to visit London on a vacation. Then, he clung to his mom’s arm and drank half of his little sister’s Fanta at their gate. When he landed in London he saw a pretty girl and pretended to have a loud British accent to impress her.
He likes to think maybe Younger Dream could understand if he knew George. If he could even begin to know the connection between them.
At his gate, Dream hunches in his chair, fingers connected with elbows pressed against his knees and his right leg shakes his whole body. It’s busy enough around that Dream has the option of people-watching anyone in the room. His eyes fall onto a family sitting together at an opposite gate. He spots them for an obvious reason, one of the daughters is wearing a Dream hoodie. Dream smiles from underneath his mask and looks down for a moment.
It’s kind of overwhelming. He’s everywhere . Or at least it feels that way, there’s an obvious bias for noticing himself that Dream acknowledges. But with all of his feelings of being stressed out or anxious is pure excitement. It can’t be contained. Excitement for the end of this plane ride, excitement for George’s visa, excitement for a future of meeting fans in random places like airports or restaurants, and excitement for everything new.
-
London is probably gorgeous, Dream thinks. He can’t think too hard, though, when he managed to sleep for 6 hours on the plane and was woken by the middle-aged woman on his side approaching their descent. He’s grateful she did and in a post-slumber-haze he almost calls her Mom.
Dream rubs his eyes at the baggage claim and waits for the suitcase with a bright green luggage tag.
It’s not the best for a coverup, if he was planning on hiding his identity from anyone suspicious. But most of his plan for securing his identity is based on not speaking unless he needs to, the black disposable mask he has on, and luck that none of the official people he needs to speak to would know him enough to recognize any specifics.
His phone reads missed text after missed call. Most of them are from George, a variety of texts about missing him and wondering what he actually does in his meetings.
george
Sapnap said you were tired after workinggg
I’m expecting you’ll be sleeping like 3 days lmao
Call me when you’re up 🥺
Dream leaves the texts untouched, doesn’t trust himself not to ruin the surprise for the remaining 15 minutes it’ll take to call a taxi and get to George’s flat.
-
It’s standing outside of George’s door that Dream realizes he’s been impulsive. His heart rate picks up and he can feel every pore in his skin, down his arms and up his neck. Thinking, how the hell did I even get here? He swallows and takes a breath, takes a breath down to his sternum and holds it for a moment before letting go.
He lifts his hand and knocks. In doing the motion he remembers a TikTok from the other day questioning why people even bother to lift their hands to knock when it's possible to do so from a lower angle. Dream looks down to his hand and pretends to knock with his hand still below his waist, just inches from the door. No, surely not. He shakes the thought, more important things.
Rustling behind the door. Another realization that he never checked to see if George would be awake by now.
Another deep breath, reach the xiphoid process, hold, and let go.
The door unlocks, handle spins, and Dream forgets how to breathe when he sees George. He looks tired, clearly just awoken by the knocking. His hair is flat on one side and pokey on the top from his sheets. Eyes foggy and confused. Frumpled. There’s an immediate ache in Dream’s heart to hold George close to him and never let go, so he does. Dream pulls George into a hug before he can find the words to speak, “Hi, George.”
“What the fuck, Dream?” He sounds awake, suddenly, with his arms securely quickly around Dream’s midriff, “I think I’m asleep,” George mutters to himself.
Dream kisses the top of George’s head and rubs up and down on his back. He ignores the tears forming in his eyes.
“How did you- why did you-” George speaks into Dream’s chest. His voice is high-pitched and it sounds like he can hardly talk through his smile. He pulls back to meet eyes with Dream, learning his face in-person for the first time. “Dream. You-”
“I know. I wanted to- I needed to come see you. I couldn’t stand another day without being here. I was like- I couldn’t stop looking at my lock screen- its the picture of them kissing your cheeks,” Dream flips his phone over in his palm, the screen flicking on immediately as proof, “And I just kept thinking about you and how bad I wanted to see you and how bad I wanted to kiss you. It was kind of impulsive I just booked the tickets and-”
“Just do it, idiot,” George grins.
“Do what?”
George’s expression falls to a frown and he tilts his head in a really expression, “Kiss me.”
“Oh,” Dream’s cheeks flush and his face feels hot, “Okay.”
-
“I’m only here for a week,” Dream whispers.
George groans, “Shut up, you’re supposed to be saying hot stuff.” Dream’s fingers tug into George’s now-wet hair. He had demanded a shower to wake himself up and ‘not look like a total meme’ before doing any further kissing.
There’s a lot of kissing. There’s no way else to make up for the lack of kissing in their few months of dating. They’re halfway sprawled on the couch and George is on top of Dream’s lap. His shorts are tugged up his thighs and showing pale skin. One of Dream’s hands stays permanently rotating between touching George’s thigh and slipping under his shirt to rest on his hip.
Dream laughs, “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about what Ken told me.”
George pauses. He allows himself to kiss one more time on Dream’s jaw before pulling back, “You are not good at sex talk, why are you thinking about Manager Ken while you’re kissing me for the first time?”
“I didn’t tell him I was coming until I was on the plane, so I had to buy wifi just to send him an email. He was kinda pissed that I told him I wouldn’t be able to do much besides answer calls this week.”
George buries his head back into Dream’s shoulder. He laughs loudly, “I’m gonna tell Sapnap about this, how all you can think about is work and Ken.”
“Now you’re thinking about Sapnap,” Dream furrows his eyebrows and lightly pinches the soft of George’s thigh.
“Congrats. You made me think about Sapnap because you were talking about-” George pauses and kisses the back of Dream’s jaw, in front of his ear. “Okay fine. No more thinking about other guys, only me. And I’ll only think about you.”
Dream hums, “Sounds good, baby.”
-
“How did you even get through the airport in one piece?” George reaches his hand out to brush through Dream’s hair, “You’ve always been scared about someone recognizing your voice.”
“I was like this,” Dream puts a hand over his mouth to mimic his mask and lowers his voice really deep, “One ticket please.”
George laughs and it’s the most precious sound, especially when it’s Dream that’s making him laugh. “No you didn’t.”
“No I didn’t,” Dream matches George’s giggles. He looks even prettier curled up around his sheets, but Dream thinks he looks even prettier with every passing second they’re together. He’s warm where their legs are entangled under the covers, skin to skin. And when George closes his eyes for a moment, Dream runs his thumb across his eyelid and down to his cheekbone.
How could I have ever gone without this?
“What’re you thinking?”
“I love you.”
George smiles and pokes a finger at Dream’s cheek, touching a freckle like a button, “I love you too.”
-
London is gorgeous, Dream finds out.
There’s moments of nostalgia when Dream walks by something familiar, and George gets just as excited at the idea they’ve been in the same places before they ever knew each other.
It’s late, probably too late for anyone to be awake anymore, but the rancid sleep schedule of a long distance couple across the world from each other is a tight competitor. Most of the stars are asleep too, only visible in the darker areas on their walk. Hand in hand, a constant point of connection to prove the existence of the moment. They’ve been walking for hours, feet hurting but masked by the adrenaline of being together finally.
There’s no pressure.
No one knows what Dream looks like and no one has any reason to think he’d be in London with a boy if they suspected anything.
It’s normal. It’s a glimpse into a life that Dream will never be able to grant George.
“I like this,” Dream admits into the dark. They’re standing off the side of a river. The water is sparkling and so are George’s eyes when Dream turns to meet them, “We can just hang out here and it’s not a thing. We’re just here. And there’s no pressure and I don’t have to worry about being recognized or hiding you or protecting you. Or my family.” Dream pauses and looks back out onto the water. No longer sparkling, just waves tempting a feeling of internal drowning, “I really haven’t left my house in months, the pressure gets so bad.”
“I know,” George’s hand squeezes tight, “We’ll work through that, it won’t always be this bad.” George scoots closer to Dream. Their arms brush side by side and George’s head falls to Dream’s shoulder, staring out across from them. “You know, I love every part of you.”
Dream swallows, presses his bottom lip under his top and nods. Afraid of himself to say anything else.
“No, really Dream. When I signed the contract to be your boyfriend,” George starts his sentence as a joke but his voice mellows out, “I knew what I was in for. The streamer part of you, the Dream part of you is still you. And it’s okay if we have to be careful, we’ll just be careful when that time comes.”
He is patient as much as George pretends not to be. He has a gift of being patient with Dream when Dream’s mind is anything but slow. Despite this being their first time together in person, George knows him like the back of his own hand. And George takes care of him like such. He knows how Dream’s brain works and he knows how fast it can run. He knows that sometimes when Dream starts a crossword puzzle he can’t leave his desk until it’s finished, and it’s the same with coming up with a editing idea for a video.
George lifts their intertwined hands and lifts his other hand to them. He stares like he’s studying and then traces his left hand’s thumb across Dream’s ring finger. “I want to be apart of your streaming life someday, like publically or whatever. I just don’t want to be part of it.” His words are quiet, like he’s telling a secret to only Dream and the water below them, “I want to post pictures with you or be in the back of a vlog or something.”
“I wanna do that too,” Dream whispers back, he watches George play with the rings on his hand, “I wanna show you off one day.”
George nods, “My only thing is I don’t want the expectation that I’ll ever do what you’re doing, or treated like a content creator. I guess.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Dream lifts George’s hand and kisses the top and then each individual knuckle. George looks away and his face is pink, nose scrunched up perfectly. “I love you, George.”
“I love you too,” he turns and kisses Dream. His cheeks turn into an even deeper red, and Dream is almost thankful for his boyfriend’s colorblindness. So he wouldn’t get more embarrassed from being so blushy. Mental note: Ask George if he can see when someone is blushing(?) “Let’s start walking back, I wanna lay down.”
There’s a glint in Dream’s eye and he smirks, “Ohhh you want me in your bed, don’t you?”
George rolls his eyes and his lips fall to a frown, “No. I don’t want you near my bed. Sleep on the couch.” Despite the tone of voice, he starts walking back to the main road with his fingers interlocked with Dream’s, “Or go get a hotel room, you’re annoying, idiot.”
“I didn’t even say anything,” Dream laughs and nudges his walk into George’s path on purpose, just to make him mad.
“No, have fun sleeping on the street.”
“Did I just get demoted from a hotel to the street, really?”
George doesn’t let his expression drop, “Yeah, you belong to the streets, Dream. I wouldn’t let you near my bed anyway.”
-
“Have you talked to Sapnap?” George is laying on his back, phone held in both hands. The covers are up to his chest; Dream can see a little bit of hair poking out the top of the blankets and he bites his lip.
Dream shakes his head, “No, well yes. Kind of. We texted yesterday, he’s fine, just asking about some chicken I left in the fridge.”
“Mhm,” George laughs dryly and tilts his phone, “I’ve been sending him a ton of pictures of you looking dumb.” His screen shows his recent betrayal: a photo of Dream sleeping.
george
[image: Attached is a picture of Dream from the morning. His head is tilted back in his sleep and his mouth is tipped open. He’s wearing a cozy long sleeve Disney shirt ]
Mouth breather
sapnap
😂💀
[gif: Attached is a gif of Eleven from Stranger things in the grocery store with the text: Mouth breather ]
“You’re both dumb and also stupid.”
George giggles and sets his phone down to cuddle up to Dream in apology.
“Nick actually- he actually basically pushed me out of the house when I left,” Dream laughs at the memory, “I think he was excited to finally have time with you-know-who at the house.”
“How is that?”
“Surprisingly well. I mean he really likes her, been coming up with excuses to go hang out with her. Just seems a lot happier, too. He bought a new beard kit.”
“I think they’ll be good for each other,” George agrees with a positive hum.
It’s a little mellow, the persistent of ignoring the elephant in the room since they woke up. Dream has to go home. And he has to go home today, tonight. The flight isn’t until night, but the hours will dwindle until they’re gone and then they’re separated again.
So, they lay in bed with the thought of never leaving.
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It’s somber at home. Dream feels half empty without George and maybe it's a parallel to his half empty suitcase that was brought home. George took most of the shirts and jackets for his own wardrobe, as a payment for leaving me here all alone by myself sad face.
Dream is in and out of sleep the first 24 hours back and avoids any calls or emails from Ken like the plague. After that, Dream (miserably) leaves his room, sliding his socks down the hallway like he’s never learned to walk before. He gathers a bowl of soup (fresh chicken noodle soup with a note from Mom: Welcome home! We missed you x ) and goes back to his bed.
Sapnap barges into his room after a few hours. No warning, no knocking, nothing. He crosses his arms and leans against Dream’s doorway, “Dude, fuck George.”
“What?” Dream rolls over to face Sapnap with an incredulous look.
“I’m serious,” Sapnap tilts his head, “You don’t need him, you never needed him. Fuck George.”
Dream rolls his eyes and sits up against his headboard, “We didn’t break up, Nick.”
“Fuck if I know,” Sapnap widens his eyes and lifts a hand in disbelief, “All I know is you got back and suddenly both of yall are acting like bitches.” He picks up Patches, who had just happened to stroll by, “Stand up, dude.”
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub:
sorry i’ve been inactive 😫 should i stream today to make up for it?
lilian @dreamstan1
PLEASE????
frog @dreamstan2
Bro I miss you
theo @dreamstan3
a dream stream?! in this economy???
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“I know, guys,” Dream laughs, watching how quickly chat moves across his second monitor, “It’s been awhile. I have an excuse though- no really.”
Chat does not believe him. Dream pokes further, a little tease of information never hurt anyone, “I was in London visiting someone for a little bit. And then when I got back I was jet-lagged and I had to catch up on a lot of work stuff. My manager was not happy about it.”
Dream sits back in his chair and glances over to his left monitor. Taped on the side of the computer screen are two polaroids. One is a picture of George sitting on his couch from the second day of the visit. He looked so poised and proper and cute, Dream had to steal George’s polaroid to take a photo. The second polaroid is from their last day, before leaving for the airport. Their arms are all kinds of wrapped around each other and Dream has his face smushed into a cheek kiss on George. George’s face is scrunched up like he hates it, but it's far from that.
He glances back to chat.
ha1l3yy: visiting a GIRLFRIEND
dwter3: GF???
samisammysam: BRITISH GF
gaymonkey: U HAVE A GF?
peggy: VISITING WHO
quinnsta: PeepoSomethingEmote
“Guys,” It’s insane how quickly one chat can control everyone’s thoughts, “I do not have a girlfriend.”
Dream’s phone buzzes on his desk.
george
What have I been to you this whole time?
I’ve wasted my time :(
dream
george do you wanna be my girlfriend?
george
Maybe.
More like you’re my girlfriend
dream
okay sure
“Okay fuck off chat, y’all are being dumb. Well, I thought I would talk about London, but instead I’ll just start on Bedwars.”
Chat fills with sad faces and very dramatic NOOOO WE’RE SORRY ’s.
“Yeah that’s what I thought, I was going to tell you guys I saw a close friend in London who I hadn’t seen in a while,” or ever , “And it was my first time actually leaving the house in a few months, so it was really nice. London was beautiful.”
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Sapnap is wearing his new shirt from London. Some IDIOT went to London and all I got was this LOUSY shirt! His hair freshly cut from the morning and Dream is glad to see his ears. Ever since he got back from London, Sapnap’s been running fingers through his hair and complaining about the length. Something between Sapnap’s real frustration with the length and his need to cut his hair to look a little nicer recently.
It’s kind of weird. Kind of confusing, how things have been.
There’s a high amount of emotions from visiting George. Part of Dream wishes he never went in the first place, if it meant it didn’t make this so much harder. The wait between George’s visa coming and feeling him again. George feels the same, they’ve talked about it. They’ve sat in a call together, drained and melancholic. Feeling every emotion slip from the top of their heads to the weight of their shoulders.
“Karl is doing an alt stream tonight. You should join- he wants me and you and a couple of others,” Sapnap takes a swig from a bottle of orange juice (extra pulp to Dream and George’s dismay), “Probably gonna play golf or watch something.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Dream is half-laying on the couch and Patches is sprawled like a baby across his lap, sleeping and drooling on his arm that props her head. His little cuddle buddy; she’s been sweet and extra snuggly since Dream got back from London. Patches tends to have a third eye for when people are upset or need extra hugs.
Sapnap scoffs and rolls his eyes, sitting on the opposite couch, “I’m serious, join us. Karl really wants you there and I’m sure George would like to see you get on a stream. He’s a freak like that.”
“He’s my boyfriend, that’s like obvious.”
Sapnap raises an eyebrow with a pointed look and then goes back to his phone. Same difference.
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🍄 @THEHONKBOY:
Going live with some real nimrods in 30 minutes :D
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The stream goes really good. Like really good.
They end up watching a cartoon. Karl, Dream, Sapnap, Tina, Foolish, and a few people in and out of vc. Dream doesn’t track too far into the show, he’s never heard of it and honestly doesn’t have an interest in watching it outside of supporting his friend’s stream (and spending time with friends/fans that he hasn’t been great at recently). It’s a great time with his friends, even if Dream doesn’t participate in all of the ongoing conversation.
On his left monitor he has the Discord stream of the cartoon playing with Karl’s twitch chat underneath it, and on his right monitor he has Twitter and George’s dms open. George has been in and out of sleep. It’s an awkward time of the night where neither of them should really be awake, but definitely not George who has an important work meeting at 9:30.
Their last texts are from almost 30 minutes ago.
george
Turn on your camera
dream
uh
no thank you?
george
Not for the stream idiot
I wanna see you I’m trying to sleep again
dream
one sec
i look like trash😫
george
Shut up idiot
You always look good
Love you
dream
love you too
go sleep more i’ll probably be awake still when you’re up
The stream goes really good until it doesn’t.
It’s a split second, really. But Dream’s heart drops.
The cartoon is cute. It’s a fantastical type of show with magic and bright colors and apparently it’s really nostalgic to Karl’s childhood. There’s a main character who is head over heels for his girl best friend, but he’s one of the only people in their world without magic powers. About 5 or 6 episodes in, the main character meets her and gives her a bouquet of flowers, drenched in the rain, and confesses his love for her.
“That’s totally Dream with-” Karl trails off when he realizes he’s on stream in front of 17,000 people
Dream’s heart drops to his stomach and suddenly he can feel all of the pores on his hands.
Foolish, an angel in disguise for not knowing about George, nor the fact Dream is even in a relationship, doesn’t get Karl’s unfinished punchline and starts talking about something else. The conversation moves on quickly, and thankfully the frozen, terrified look on Karl’s face mellows out after only a few seconds.
Everyone moves on except for the chat, who apparently heard the joke and it’s intention loud and clear.
dwtpride2: dream w who????
nickibarb: karl💀💀💀💀 we know that look
nut: [chat deleted]
honknimrod: Guys stop spamming. If Karl wanted to talk about it he would already
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Nut @NutDream
LMAO I put “dream has a girlfriend confirmed?” in Karl’s chat and one of the mods deleted it
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@dreamwastaken You’re doing a really bad job of hiding it😭 Let us meet London girl
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Mads @Sapnapsgirlqueen
maybe he doesn’t want us to know for a reason. quit prying. one of dream’s boundaries is not looking for his personal information
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Nut @NutDream
Just stating the obvious
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Dream only stays in the stream a half hour longer. He knows it makes his case look even more suspicious but there’s a brick in his gut that’s worsened from George still being asleep. He tells the stream he’ll be right back, but honestly the fans and everyone in the call knows he’s just leaving.
It’s not like any personal information was said, Dream rationalizes. And that’s for the best. If Karl had finished his sentence and said George’s name, this would’ve been a completely different story with a different ending. If it had to happen at all, at least this is manageable. He just has to wait for George to wake up so they can talk about what Dream should say, if anything at all.
After taking a long, almost-scalding shower, Dream comes back to 2 texts on his phone. One from Karl and one from George, so he decides to text Karl back first.
karl
dude i am so sorry i have no idea what came over me! i shouldn’t have made any joke at all and i’m just glad i caught myself early (ish). wanna call with you and george tomorrow so i can properly apologize 🙁 let me know if there’s anything i can do to make it up to you, sorry you had to leave early and everything
dream
i promise it's okay
i am a little shell shocked but its mainly because of how everyone turned your 2 second joke into a major conspiracy on twitter now
i’m about to call george now so we can figure out what to do, i love you man. it’ll all work out its okay
love you man
karl
love you too dream!💕
Dream flips back to George’s pinned text chat.
george
Call me!!!!!😅
George picks up on the first ring and Dream starts talking immediately, “I’m sure you saw Twitter.”
“Yeah,” George clears his throat, “It’s okay, whatever you’re overthinking I promise it’s okay.” Dream hears a little tap through the mic and imagines George getting distracted from his work, needing to take a call to deal with his boyfriend’s internet drama. It’s not at all the tone of George’s voice that he’s annoyed or put-off, but Dream can’t help but know in his heart this is the last thing George needed. “We talked about it in London, remember? I’m okay with people knowing what they need to know.”
Dream lays back on his bed, his wet hair falling flat against the soft silk pillowcases, “I know, but I didn’t imagine that needing to happen for a little longer. It’s like I just got home, and I’m sorry for how I’ve been since I got back. I knew how going to visit you would be, and I knew coming home would be hard. But I didn’t think it would be this hard. And now this added onto it feels like so much and all I wish right now is that you would be here.” And I can’t be patient without you.
George doesn’t reply for a moment and Dream feels the weight of his rambling.
“I know,” He really does, “Which is why I have some good news.”
“What?”
“Well, I had more to call you about than someone named Nut on Twitter.” They both laugh together,“I got an email this morning…”
Dream sits up and runs a hand through his hair, “No you didn’t.”
“Yes,” George giggles. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world and Dream wants to memorize every second of this moment, “My visa got accepted!!!”
“George!!! Holy shit- you should’ve started with that! Get on vc! Or we should call Sapnap, or maybe Mom? Err-” Dream’s mind explodes with a makeshift itinerary of what needs to get done, “How fast can we get you here?”
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Dream has been avoiding Twitter like the plague. Every other tweet is someone being invasive next to a tweet about someone going way too far to not be invasive. There’s hardly a middle ground.
He knows that they know. Honestly, he’s read tweets that were way too close to the truth, but just off enough that Dream knows they didn’t actually find any information. But at this point post-Karl-stream, most people have decided they like the idea of Dream dating someone and that’s the theory they’re riding on.
It’s T-minus four hours until George’s plane lands. Way too much time and not at all enough. He’s ran through their plan a million times already. He’s picking him up from the airport, avoiding any type of situation where Sapnap is noticed and George’s identity is exposed in any capacity. Which means because he was banned from the airport, Sapnap bans both of them from stopping anywhere on the way home. Dream will bring George straight home to meet Sapnap, they’ll finally get to be together, and then they’ll all probably order take-out. Tricky conversations, including anything to do with Dream’s face reveal have to be pushed off to the next day.
There’s enough time, Dream decides while anxiously waiting, to test the waters.
DREAM @dreamsecretclub:
hi hru wyd
The replies vary.
steph @buddydwt
dreamie i missed you
theo @yourmum
I JUST GOT MY DRIVER’S LICENSE
Nut @NutDrean
You said u don’t have a gf but what was karl’s joke about
hannah @dreamisbanana
rewatching manhunt 4 hunters finale :”( (bring back manhunt)
tank @brobruhbrah
talk about your gf tell her i love her
maggie @softlover
ignore all the rude people!!!! you know we love you no matter what dream💗 you don’t owe us anything. and we’re so sorry karl invaded your privacy and information…
DREAM @dreamsecretclub
hi hru wyd
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karl didn’t mean to expose me n my partner pls cut him some slack. he’s been a really good sport about all of this and has apologized (against my own will) more than i can count. be respectful to karl and my partner please. if you don’t know something its usually for a reason
DREAM @dreamsecretclub
love you guys ❤️❤️❤️
Dream shuts off his phone and goes back to pacing his room.
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George is kind of obsessed with Dream.
And not even necessarily just Dream. He’s obsessed with watching Dream do things.
He especially likes sitting on the bathroom counter while Dream does his morning and nightly routines. George pats and pokes and prods and asks questions about products, and Dream answers every time (even if he already did the day before). Because who cares about talking about his exfoliant 2 days in a row when George is sitting right in front of him, in real life now.
With each routine, Dream ends up using half of the products on George’s face. Every morning Dream puts his sunscreen on George’s cheeks and some days George lets him add some blush on top.
It’s been easy for him to fit into the groove of the house. George watches all of Dream’s streams from the comfort of their bed or the office bed, warm with knowing how close he is. He plays chess with Sapnap until the sun rises. And he helps with groceries by catering to a snack stockpile, they’ll never run out.
George is banned from the office today, but for good reason. Dream has a ‘Starting Soon!’ screen on his channel for the first time ( and probably only time ) and is going to do his first ever facecam stream since his face-reveal.
The fans flipped, naturally, when Dream dropped 2 major bombs within a week of each other. Revealing that he does, in fact, have a partner, and then he face-revealed only a few days later. It made the most sense to do it quickly. Sapnap had already gone long enough without being able to do stuff with Dream in person. And for right now, everything with George would have to be careful. George and Sapnap talked him down from most of his anxiousness about it.
George sits on their bed with his laptop set up next to him and a warm cup of hot chocolate between his hands. He watches the entire stream with a grin that can’t seem to go away.
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George’s new favorite hobby is watching Dream expose little information about him that doesn’t really account for anything important. He likes watching the fans react to Dream saying things like he’s known his partner for a really long time and that they’ve been a major part of his life almost as long as Sapnap has. It makes some of the fans go crazy, seeing that something was so well-hidden from them for so long. How could Dream hide someone he loves so much for so long from us?
One day, Dream does a Discord podcast for all of the fans in his merch server. He’s talking about new stuff, old stuff, current stuff, canceled stuff. One of the most recent things being a picture of Patches with a little bow on her head. Everyone really liked it and wants Dream to take more pictures of her wearing the bow. Another being a collab series Dream announced a little too early and won’t be doing anymore.
Stung a little bit more, so Dream teases a little for their fun.
“I have a story I know you guys will love, though.”
The chat spams into happy messages. Most of them are guesses: GF STORY, Drista???, Tell the Sapnap boot story you never told us!!! Dream snorts at the last message, Sapnap would never let him live it down if he told the boot story.
“So my partner has a major sweet tooth. And the other day they ordered a bunch of stuff on Amazon that came in today. I’m usually the one who gets our packages and this one was like- rattling. And so I’m so confused,” Dream starts and smiles reading over the Discord chat messages, “They were inside- like in the kitchen at the bar- so I asked them what was fucking shaking so much in the box? And guess what they got.”
teddy
the new m&ms
dog
I don’t know like
sonic
DREAMM WHATTtgahxjaHEUDJHEIW
emma
a snake?!
Dream laughs, “No it wasn’t a snake.” He laughs loudly with his chest and takes a second to collect himself again, “It wasn’t a fucking snake! I started the story about their sweet tooth.”
freddys
you start every story like that
“Okay fuck y’all,” Dream chuckles, “It was like a gallon of those chocolate raisins. Who even eats those?! But like they have the craziest sweet tooth ever and so we always have so much chocolate and sweets and like apple juice stocked up in our fridge. Yeah, they’re crazy, guys, I like the crazy ones.”
His eyes skim over chat, “I promise I make sure they drink water, guys. Actually they drink so much water already. I don’t even have to tell them.”
Dream’s phone buzzes.
george
Chocolate raisins are so good
I’m literally eating them right now
Do you want some?
dream
yes
i’m in my office i’ll mute when you knock
Dream mutes the mic almost immediately because he can hear George’s quiet steps through the cracked open bathroom door. He comes in with the tub of raisins and a bottle of water tucked between his elbow.
“Hi baby,” Dream says. George leans down and presses a kiss to Dream’s cheek. And when he starts pouting, George kisses his lips.
“Here,” he holds out his hand and there sits 3 chocolate raisins. Dream takes them in his right palm and then opens his mouth. George giggles, “Idiot.” And despite all, he takes another raisin from the tub and places it in Dream’s mouth, his thumb runs across Dream’s cheek. “There, now go back to your people. I’m gonna stay.”
Dream only unmutes once George is comfy on the office bed and chewing on another raisin, intently watching something on his phone.
“Sorry guys my partner came in. They actually brought me some of these raisins to try. Do you think they poisoned me? Should I do it?” Dream is unsurprised by chat’s reaction: going crazy and spamming WHAT YES DREAM ! “I’m sorry to admit I’ve actually had these before. I’m a really good boyfriend. They’re alright, though.”
He eats all 3 in one bite, “See they’re okay. Actually I just know what’s better. You know what’s better?” Dream turns to George. He’s looking back with a curious smile, “Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate is so sweet, too sweet. I really like bitter chocolate its so much better-”
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Nut @NutDream
dream’s “partner” is actually just a girl and how dream’s usage of that word is queerbaiting; a thread (1/17)
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taylor @flowereddaze
Just because someone uses the word partner doesn’t mean their coming out is fake or that they’re queerbaiting
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Also @NutDream you were very clearly being homophobic. your only proof that Dream’s partner is a girl is that they have a sweet tooth and they wear Dream’s clothes a lot. You are homophobic and owe an apology to the community for your thread.
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Nut @NutDream
great job accusing a gay man of being homophobic.
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bee @dreamstanusername
who r u defending like this?
[image: Attached is a screenshot of the long twitter thread ]
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George sees the commotion first. He’s laying, scrolling on his phone whatever social media intrigues him the most. Dream’s fingers are pressed with one hand across and on George’s hip and the other underneath his head. Half of his body is on half of George’s, face going between kissing all over the side of his face and kissing and biting his boyfriend’s neck. George likes it, a lot. He likes Dream’s want to be attached to him. An eager possessiveness that George shares in his gut.
Dream attacks George’s neck. He kisses a line up and then bites on George’s ear lobe.
“Dream,” George giggles, “That tickles.”
“I know,” Dream does it again, “It’s on purpose.”
“Dream,” George drags his voice and then pauses on his timeline, “Actually stop, wait actually look at this.” He turns his screen to him and once Dream focuses on what it’s saying he takes George’s phone in his hands and sits up.
George laughs loudly, “Like what the fuck. Look at this idiot.”
“I know,” Dream laughs with him, “I mean we already decided you’re my girlfriend, anyway. So he’s kind of right. Fine, you can be my girlfriend.”
George pokes the side of his belly, “No.” He sits up with Dream and latches arms around his midriff, “I think we actually decided that you’re my girlfriend. You need to tweet that. Tweet that you’re actually my girlfriend.”
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub
i didn’t think i would ever have to clarify this and i almost didn’t bc i shouldn’t have to. i use the word partner to protect the privacy of who i date. i don’t use it to be ambiguous or try to trick anyone
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as a not straight person i believe that straight people using the word partner is a good thing as well. it’s normal and it defeats the purpose when its confined to queer relationships only
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obviously i’m not mad at anyone with good intentions but seeking out personal information about me or my partner is not okay. they haven’t been shown in any of my content (yet) and anything you don’t know is for a reason
DREAM @dreamsecretclub
thank you guys for being understanding. partner says they’re grateful as well 🥲❤️
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Dream is gone. And he’s deserted George. And he’s deserted Sapnap. Stranded. Across the country. Left with nothing but their pure boredom, alone in one of the most alive cities in the country. It’s horrible.
And for what? So he can make music? Or have meetings? It’s bullshit…
“You’re so fucking annoying,” Sapnap snaps. His tone is bitter but in a way that doesn’t really matter. It’s Sapnap. He’s fine. “Your boyfriend will be back soon. Shouldn’t you actually be glad he’s gone? He’s like making a song about you as we speak.”
Sapnap’s propped up against the headboard in his room of the Airbnb and George has found his way into Sapnap’s room as well, sprawled against the mattress. “You’re getting your stink all over my bed.”
George came for entertainment and Sapnap hasn’t helped. In fact, Sapnap has been doing fuck all else. Watching a video of a man grilling a steak while his stomach rumbles. He had made an offhand comment about how hungry he was and they should order food but George ignored him. If Sapnap won’t entertain him, he won’t entertain Sapnap.
“Yeah, but he should make the song with me there. I could give the best editorials and ideas because I’m me.”
Sapnap doesn’t look up from his phone, “Don’t think it works like that lil bro.”
George groans and spreads out his limbs. He’s a starfish on the bed and ends up pushing an arm on Sapnap’s thigh, “Sapnap.”
Sapnap grumbles.
“Put your phone down. I’m bored. I move all the way from England just for you to ignore me.”
Sapnap puts his phone down next to him, “Let’s go eat then.”
The steakhouse is huge and fancy and recommended by Karl. Sapnap is wary at first, he always is if it’s a food recommendation from Karl. But George is all in. He’s been craving steak and he’s gonna eat good tonight. It’s dim all around, lit by orange-shaded hanging lights. They end up getting sat in a booth in a corner and they’re both glad to be seated away from any extra chaos or people running around.
Sapnap takes a picture of his bread roll with butter slathered all over it and saves it to post to Snapchat later. “I should just post a picture of you and ruin whatever weird slow reveal game you and Dream have been doing.”
George mimics like he’s posing for a picture then laughs and shakes his head, “Honestly, it wasn’t going to be. And then you know how Dream is, he saw it was fun to mess around with the fans and only give them little bits,” George rubs the ends of his pointer, index, and thumb together. “So that’s just kind of what’s happening for now. I honestly don’t mind, you or Dream could post something tonight and it would be cool with me.”
“So what’s stopping that?”
“I think,” George takes a sip of his lemonade, “I think Dream has a picture in his head of what his big reveal will be for the fans. And I know whatever’s in his head will probably be really nice for us and the fans.” George shrugs, like its nonchalant, but he knows Sapnap can see through him. See that he does care about it, but because Dream cares about it too.
“Well, I’ll just keep waiting until I can show my brother-in-law to the world,” Sapnap laughs.
“Not your brother-in-law,” he holds up a ringless left hand, “That idiot hasn’t proposed yet.”
Dinner is magical. And George’s steak is just as good as he imagines it to be. They talk about going home soon and they talk about a weird, mysterious painting in Sapnap’s room at the Airbnb. “I think it’s either a banana on a tree, or it’s like an abstract of a man’s face.” “Bro there’s no way.” And Sapnap talks about his trip to North Carolina, only a few days after they get back from LA. He talks about how Sylvee and Tina are meeting there too so it’ll be a few cc’s meeting up. And George is happy for him. Maybe just a little happy to get the house alone with Dream.
Whenever they get ready to leave, George orders an extra dessert for to-go. Something to surprise Dream with since he couldn’t come with them.
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Sitting on the end of their bed, finally at home, George feels like a kid on Christmas morning. He stares at their cracked door, socked feet pulled up with his knees to his chest. He hears his boyfriend coming down the hallway before he actually sees him.
Dream’s been singing a lot more. He’s just started taking voice lessons and they’ve unlocked something in him: he sings all the time. Dream sings in the shower when he’s rinsing George’s shampoo, It’s rainin’ rainin’ oh baby it’s rainin’ rainin’. He sings when he’s up early, big clunky headphones on in his office, I’m working, bitch!! And he likes to sing his own songs (new, old, and scrapped) while doing a variety of tasks around the house. And maybe it’s partly a reflection of how much happier he’s been.
George hears Dream singing a made up song to Patches, something along the lines of her being a little princess and he’s protecting her. He pats his feet on the comforter and tightens his arms around his knees in a silent squeal.
“George!” Dream spins around the doorframe and into George’s view. He has Patches cradled like a baby in his arms, “The baby is here, please posture yourself for her.”
George shifts quickly into criss-cross applesauce on the bed and holds his arms out for the baby. She’s placed into his arms and just immediately starts purring, “Ohhh, she’s just a baby, Dream,” George looks up at his boyfriend with a pout and then back down, “We missed you baby, did you miss us too Patchington?” George scruffs at her head and then at her chin. “You did miss us…”
Her face remains like a blank stare, woken up from what was clearly a week long nap while all of the boys were in LA. “Look, Patches,” Dream tickles her belly and then covers his eyes, “Peak-a-boo!”
“Peak-a-boo?!” George laughs loudly, “Dream! She’s not an actual baby.”
“Then why does she love it? Patchy-where did I go? Peak-a-boo!”
Patches face remains with a blank stare.
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Dream added to their story.
[image: Dream taking a selfie with someone unidentifiable, presumably his partner. They’re holding Patches up for the camera, properly covering their face and hair ]
[video : Dream laid back on the bed, looking over at someone offscreen. The camera shakes a little and Dream turns away. He laughs and the video cuts as you can barely make him out to say “You’re an idiot.” ]
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One of the first things George notices is that this restaurant is nicer than the one he visited with Sapnap in LA. Maybe, or maybe right now he’s in a button-down with a nice watch. And, in front of him, Dream looks really good. Dream’s hair is freshly washed and fluffy, when George gets close to him he can smell the fruity shampoo still. And Dream has a little bit of makeup on. Nothing flashy, nothing George could even tell if he hadn’t sat on the bathroom counter and watched him.
So maybe the restaurant isn’t nicer, but George feels a lot nicer.
And he’s about to eat a whole lot of fancy sushi.
“We’re empty nesters,” Dream wallows, “Is this what it’s going to feel like when our kids are out of the house?”
George pretends to not get flustered, “He’ll be home in a few days.”
Sapnap is gone. Dream and George dropped him off at the airport in the morning, both with big frowns and pouts. It’s their first time alone in the house and they’re both a little stupid and a little sad without their son running around.
“Too long,” Dream leans back onto the couch.
“We have plenty we can do with our extra time,” George pats his hand on Dream’s thigh and leans on his shoulder, “We have all of the Christmas stuff to put up. We’ll have your mum over to help us, too.”
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Dream agrees, simply, “Tonight we’ll do something fun. I wanna treat you, let’s go on a nice date. A proper one.” He says the part with a British accent.
“Have you talked with Matt yet?” Dream leans across the booth and takes George’s hands in his own. Dream’s hands are soft, a product of months of gentle cleansers and hydrating lotions. Matt is one of George’s bosses, he works with the company on the American side and was one of the people who helped transition him into his new position post-move.
George shrugs, a little shy, and squeezes his hands, “Not officially. He said he’s been really impressed and he’s suprised they didn’t move me up anymore in London.”
Dream breaks out into a grin, “See! I’m telling you, this is gonna be really good.” He kisses the tops of George’s fingers, “You have nothing to be worried about, everyone loves you.” Their hands come back down to rest on the wooden table, “And even if something tragic happened, you know we’d take care of it. You have nothing to worry about, ever.”
“I know,” George blushes and turns his head, a pretend interest in the rest of the restaurant. A cog clicks and he swiftly changes the subject from his work anxiousness, “You should buy this place and then we can live here.”
“Yeah?” Dream laughs, “And then we’ll eat sushi the rest of our lives.”
“Yeah and then you could- oh my god,” George gestures to a back part of the building, “You could turn that whole section into McDonalds. And then it would be perfect and we would never have to leave.”
“We’d have to get a Walmart, too, what about our groceries?”
“Your mum would get it like normal,” George giggles, “And we would build an attic for Stinknap. And Patches could have her own- like- fish room.”
Thinking of, even a silly version, of a fulfilled life with George is a heavy feeling. It’s the weight in Dream’s heart and at the bottom of his sock drawer, bought before George even stepped foot in Florida. It’s existed as a thought even longer, even before they were together Dream has wished for this life for them.
When they’re finished, Dream stands to leave and holds out his hand for George to grab and exit their booth. George takes it with a grin and transitions their touch from hand-holding to him holding onto Dream’s arm. He’s a little clingy, he had a glass of wine with his dinner. So sue me, wanting to be close to potentially the handsomest man in the world.
“Excuse me,” a small voice behind them, “Are you Dream?” Dream gives a look to George and he nods in return, it’s okay!
George releases himself from Dream and they turn to the voice and there stands a younger girl, probably 15 or 16, looking very nervous and a little embarrassed. “Yeah,” Dream gives her a reassuring smile, “Do you want a picture?”
“Yes please,” she opens her phone, “I’m really sorry for interrupting, I just saw as you were standing up- you’ve meant a lot to me and my little brother for a few years.
Dream’s heart gets all warm, “Well, then that means a lot to me too. What’s your name?”
“Bella,” she hands Dream her phone.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bella,” Dream contemplates for a moment but then looks over, “George, would you take me and Bella’s picture?”
“Of course,” George takes the phone, snaps 3 photos, and passes it back to her, “There you go.”
“Thank you so much.”
“It’s no problem at all,” Dream interlocks his fingers with George’s again, “Have a great night, Bella.”
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Bells @BellaCat7
Tonight I met Dream and his partner! Dream was so kind and I’ve loved him for years so it was so random seeing him in public lol
[image: Attached is the picture of Dream and Bella, taken by George ]
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Twink Destroyer @dwtisms
Omggg so cute. It looks nice where were yall?
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Bells @BellaCat7
Haha I don’t wanna say exactly but it was pretty nice :-P I was there for my friend’s birthday
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Gi @foolishnap
how did u know it was dream’s partner did he tell u? also were they a girl?
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Bells @BellaCat7
Dream hasn’t said anything and I won’t disrespect his boundaries. I will say they’re gorgeous though😂😂
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub
can’t sleep ama
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bobbie @tidesinocean
my dog painted you a picture!!
[image: Attached is a picture of a painting clearly done by a dog]
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub
your dog sucks at painting
kaylee @whatthef4
did you see the tweet about someone saying they met you and your partner?
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub
yes! they were very kind and i’m not surprised they clocked it bc me and g weren’t being very nonchalant lol. we were having a date night
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raine @dreamstann
G ?????
block @sockblock
WHAT DOES HE MEAN G
drartner stan @dreamsdrartner
AND WHO IS G?
Nut @NutDream
gianna, grace, gina, gemma, genevieve, gabriella, georgia
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DREAM @dreamsecretclub
you've spent months breaking my privacy to find out information about my partner and surprisingly this is the closest you’ve gotten
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Nut @NutDream
DREAM???
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frog @Froggie102
Congrats you got the attention u craved leave him alone now
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Sapnap walks into what seems like an empty house. All of the lights are off downstairs and he can’t hear any noise, not even Patches walking around or knocking something over. So, dammit, Dream and George told him they knew he was coming back tonight and they forgot. He shrugs his backpack off, and not very gently, drops it on the floor in the doorway. Sapnap presses the light switch and the house comes to life.
All of the Christmas decorations are up and it looks like a fucking winter wonderland in the middle of their Florida living room. Everything is done except for the large tree, set up without ornaments or decorations. At least they remembered that. If Dream and George ever did the tree without him, that would be grounds for moving immediately to North Carolina and joining whatever fuck ass crew Mr. Beast would want him in.
Sylvee and Hannah are supposed to come over later. Sapnap had dropped her off at her place already with a confirmation her and Hannah would carpool over later in the night. Which means-
“Surprise!”
Dream and George (and Patches, in Dream’s arms) jump up from behind the main couch. Dream waves Patches paw, “And almost-Merry Christmas,” he says in a high voice, mimicking what’s supposed to be Patches talking.
“Fuck y’all,” Sapnap replies with a hand over his chest, feeling his over-beating heart, “I thought you forgot I was coming home. I was about to eat the saddest sandwich of my life for dinner- and like cry.”
George walks across the living room to him and wraps his arms around Sapnap with an overexaggerated pout, “We would never forget you, Sapitus. My Sapington.”
“Eugh.”
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Dream added to their story.
[image: Sapnap putting a absurd-looking ornament on the tree ]
[video: Dream pans across the living room to show all of their hard work and decorations ]
[image: Dream zooms in on the fireplace that shows the D, G, S stockings ]
[image: A picture of the tree. Captioned “Best Christmas ever🎄❤️”]
[image: A selfie of Dream wearing a Santa hat. Next to him is an unidentified person in an elf hat with their face marked out by a kissy emoji ]
[video: Sylvee and Hannah walking into the house and being surprised by all of the decor. Sylvee says, “It looks so good in here!” And after, Hannah, “I’m actually surprised.” From behind the camera you can hear Sapnap say, “You can actually thank Dream’s mom for most of it. These idiots have no idea how to- ]
[image: Gingerbread house-making with the girls. The girls do one of the houses and the boys do the other. Captioned, “My house is the best” with a big arrow pointing at it ]
The final picture Dream takes, he saves and doesn’t post. A few hours after they’re done with their festivities, its obvious everyone is tired. Sapnap and Sylvee had been traveling all day from North Carolina and it was already late as is. After cleaning up in the kitchen, Dream finds Hannah, Sylvee, and Sapnap all slumped on the couch. It’s too sweet not to capture the moment.
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Dream wraps the tie around his neck. He mentally follows the steps that his mom showed him as a child, feels himself back in that position. Getting ready for a middle school dance, his mom stood behind him and taught him each careful step. He hadn’t even wanted to go to the dance in the first place, it seemed boring and he would rather stay at home and play minecraft with Pandas. But with enough persuasion from his mom and the thought of seeing one of the girls from his class, Dream decided to do it.
And now he especially doesn’t regret it because as he’s getting ready for one of the biggest days of his life, he knows how to do his tie perfectly. No extra worries than necessary.
And there’s a few necessary worries .
Obviously, George won’t say no. Dream could’ve proposed while George was still in London and he would’ve said yes just as strongly.
There’s natural worries.
What if the photographer is late? What if George has a headache? What if it starts storming? What if Dream has a booger in his nose?
Asking out George was easy. It was less of a proposal of their relationship and more of a promise to each other about how they felt and what it would change for them. And they got to tell Sapnap together in a video call, but Sapnap had already guessed it. (George says it doesn’t count, Sapnap thought they had been “together” for months already).
He was anxious then, too. Dream was worried about how Sapnap would take it. The first route, Sapnap would be really excited for them, make a faux-pissed joke about third-wheeling, and let all of their friendships continue the same way. In the second route, Sapnap gets upset. He freaks out about how their relationship dynamics are changing, he gets upset about how much time or attention he gets with them, and he doesn’t want to live in the house anymore. And thank God he took the first way.
It was all Dream could think about in the days that they were together but Sapnap didn’t know. He paced his room and drank water until he was sick. After their call, Dream went to Sapnap’s room with shaky hands to make sure he was really okay with everything. He wiped sweaty hands down his shorts and hugged Sapnap. They talked and they hugged and Sapnap did his best to ignore the tears in Dream’s eyes.
Sapnap is really important to him, and it’s never been an option for Dream to lose him. So, he was the first person Dream told about the proposal.
Dream finger-brushes his hair to the side, slightly adjusting how it sits on his head. He got a haircut only a week ago, another bullet on his list of anxieties: bad hair day. And he doesn’t even really care about his hair looking bad in the pictures, but he needs it to especially look good in real life. This moment will live in George’s memory forever.
He pats his face with a setting powder and then practices smiling in the mirror. Although, Dream thinks he’s definitely overthinking it and won’t remember to smile a certain way in the moment. But, as he practices smiling, Dream feels good. He looks good.
And he’s ready to see his boyfriend. Soon to be fiance. And husband.
Because if there’s one thing Dream doesn’t need to be anxious about, it’s spending forever with George.
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Dream @Dream
He said yes!💍 I love you forever, George❤️
[image: Attached are 2 photos. One of Dream on one knee proposing to George, from a slight distance. The second picture is closer. Dream has his arms around George, while he holds his hand up to the camera in a typical engagement photo dramatic form.]
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George @GeorgeNotFound
I love you Dream ❤️
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