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“Oh come on George, kiss me, kiss me!” Dream whined, his character jumping on the screen in front of George.
The other rolled his eyes, thanking a donation and moving away from Dream.
“No, I won’t kiss you Dream, stop asking, you’re such an idiot.”
“But Georgeeee"
George’s phone dinged, the brunet picking it up to put it on silent.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s my phone, my bad” he apologized to the stream, the chat quickly asking him who texted him.
“Who texted me? It’s a secret chat” he giggled, amused by the flurry of reactions he immediately got.
George tapped on the device, screen lighting up, the white light of the screen reflected on his face, it was a message from Wilbur :
‘George i swear to god if he doesn’t stop i will actually log on the server just to kill him’
He laughed, immediately prompting more questions from his chat and Dream alike.
“George, how dare you text other people than me, I thought I was the only one that made you laugh” Dream played, voice laced in mock-hurt and confusion.
“Aww poor baby Dweam” the brit mocked in response.
WilburSoot joined the server
WilburSoot whispered to you: coords?
George sighed but opened his coords, knowing Wilbur was currently watching his stream and looked straight into the camera with a deadpan look trying to convey his playful exasperation to the other man.
Dream seemingly hadn’t noticed Wilbur’s presence on the server at all, busy jumping around with his trident.
George glanced at his chat, they seemed to be thoroughly confused by Wilbur’s appearance and were already theorizing about what he was going to do.
‘Wait Wilbur???’
‘Was it Wilbur texting George?”
‘He didn’t reply and he just opened up his coords, does that mean Wilbur is watching?’
‘WILBUR!!’
‘well apparently Dream is in George’s bed but Wilbur’s in his twitch chat’
His reading was interrupted by Dream sudden screams in his headphones.
Dream hit the ground too hard whilst trying to escape WilburSoot
“What the FUCK, Wilbur just killed me for no reason!” Dream sounded somewhat annoyed and perplexed.
Wilbur’s character crouched in front of George, throwing him a blue flower.
WilburSoot left the server
George giggled, he picked up the flower that he saw Wilbur had renamed fuck dream , and laughed harder, leaning back in his chair.
His chat was suddenly filled with hundreds of ‘SIMP @WilburSoot’.
‘WilburSoot: and so what, i’m a proud simp chat’
George finally stopped laughing, and realized Dream was still ranting, complaining half-heartedly about having to come all the way to where they were to get his stuff back.
“Oh my god, okay, everybody calm down, relax, relax , Dream come pick up your stuff, he didn’t take anything.”
They played a little bit longer before Dream declared he was tired and left, George deciding to end the stream, not wanting to play alone.
He did his outro, waving to the camera before going offline.
He hesitated for a moment but opened twitter, switching to his alt account to scroll through his timeline, his heart beating slightly faster when he noticed his TL was filled with Georgebur posts and clips, people discussing Wilbur being jealous and how the two had acted, but no one seemed to take it seriously.
After half an hour of browsing he let out a sigh, closing his twitter tabs right as he heard a knock on his front door. He rose from his chair, curious, he hadn’t been expecting anyone soon. He made his way to the living room, opening the door slowly, Wilbur was on the other side, looking sheepish.
“Hi” he fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater, looking vaguely embarrassed.
“Will! Hi?” As excited as George was to see Wilbur, he wasn’t expecting to see the other man before the next day, for the irl stream at his place with Tommy and Philza. He stepped aside to let the other man in and closed the door behind him.
“Wait, is this because of what Dream said on stream?” George asked, turning to face the other man.
The words seemed to reignite something in Wilbur’s eyes, a spark of jealousy mixed with some kind of possessiveness, he approached George, hand coming to cup his face gently before kissing him passionately.
They separated, breathing harder, Wilbur taking a moment to appreciate the sight of the shorter man blushing and out of breath, head tilted up towards him. He pushed George gently, until his back touched the wall, hands coming to rest on his sides, under his shirt, while he mouthed at his boyfriend's throat, pleased with the soft appreciative noises he was making. George wrapped his arms around the taller man’s shoulders, head coming to rest on the wall behind him, exposing his neck to give Wilbur easier access to it.
“Okay are you done with the temper tantrum now?” George said, fingers running on Wilbur’s shoulders and neck, raising goosebumps wherever they went.
Wilbur hummed softly against his skin, making George giggle slightly.
Just as he thought the taller man had finally relented, Wilbur latched back on the exposed skin, sucking a dark bruise at the junction of his collarbone and neck, George letting out a soft noise of surprise at the action, fingers tangling in Wilbur’s hair.
After a few seconds Wilbur stepped back, kissing George one last time, more softly, looking satisfied.
“Okay now I’m done.”
George rolled his eyes, face flushed, looking slightly dazed, “I hope for both our sakes that you can’t see this on camera”.
“Probably not if you wear a hoodie” Wilbur said, even if the only thing he actually wanted to reply was “Let them see”.
George saw right through him though “Will, Will, Will” he softly chanted, and kissed him again.
The other man’s stomach fluttered at the tender calls of his name, and he let George drag him to the couch.
“Movie and take out?”
Wilbur nodded, smiling, knowing perfectly well that this was George’s way of saying “I love you”, spending quality time with people.
They spent the evening watching a dumb comedy, cuddling and laughing together, and as he fell asleep, wrapped around George, Wilbur couldn’t help but softly smile, looking lovingly at the other.
Wilbur put his arms around George, hugging the smaller man from behind, chin resting on top of his head.
“Hey quit the whole g-” Tommy turned towards Philza looking unsure for a second “-is it rude if I call this gay shit, even if it is?” he asked.
Wilbur laughed “yeah it’s a hate crime Tommy, you’re gonna get canceled”.
Tommy looked alarmed for a second “Hey don’t joke about that Wilbur!” he sat down on Wilbur’s chair “I’m gonna start my stream so you should probably quit doing this”.
“What, this?” Wilbur asked smugly, spinning George around and kissing him softly on the lips.
George pushed him away blushing, “Wil you’re such an idiot, stop”.
Tommy looked blankly at the two before sighing, turning back around “I just fucking know one of you is going to slip up, and then don’t come crying to me when the dreamnotfounders, or whatever they are called, are crying become George is in love with the wrong tall man”.
George laughed, smoothing the wrinkles out of his hoodie and coming to stand right outside of the camera frame so that the stream wouldn’t be able to see him immediately.
“Okay okay, what are we doing again?” he asked, looking towards Wilbur.
“Some Geoguessr, maybe stories, and then when Tommy leaves we’ll switch to my channel and see.”
George nodded “Sounds good.”
They ended Tommy’s stream after a couple of hours, and he left, his parents picking him up to go back home before the evening.
The three men left were discussing what they would do, finally deciding on a drinking stream.
“I probably shouldn’t drink so there’s someone to prevent you from doing dumb things, also, you know, my PG image” George said, looking hesitant.
“Come on we’ll cover the camera when you take a shot if you want, that way you can deny it all you want” Philza replied.
George thought for a second, actually weighing the consequences of being drunk on stream, and then nodded, they would probably forget to do it after a couple of drinks but it’s not like it mattered much, one stream of relaxing was fine.
They started the stream on Wilbur’s account this time, watching as people trickled in, excited to see them again. Philza muted the mic for a second, looking at the other two.
“We should switch seats so I’m in the middle and you guys are on either side.”
“What? No!” Wilbur protested looking offended at the idea of the older man separating him from George.
“Come on Wilbur you know how you are, you will not be able to keep the PDA to a minimum if you’re fucking drunk and squished against George.”
George laughed punching Wilbur lightly in the shoulder “He’s right you know, just move, let him be in the middle.”
“Rejected to the side seat on my own stream.”
George unmuted the mic as Wilbur moved seat, not before casting one last look towards George.
Philza, noticing the man’s action, sighed.
“You’re so dramatic Wil.”
The chat was filled with ‘ ??? ’, people wondering why they had muted themselves and being generally confused as to what was happening.
“Hi chat” said George, waving to the camera, distracting the chat.
“Yes hello chat, we’re back-” Wilbur spoke up this time.
“And we have alcohol!” the third man interrupted, showing the full bottle of Vodka to the camera.
“Yes yes, we do.”
“But what are we actually going to do?” George asked, looking at Wilbur.
“We’re playing ‘Getting over it’, if you don’t know chat it’s a kind of parkour game where you have to reach the top, we’re taking turns and every time someone falls back to the bottom they have to drink and we switch players.”
They had been playing for about an hour, George doing the best out of all of them, having played the game before. Wilbur had eventually manhandled Philza back to a chair on the side, taking back his seat next to George, smiling innocently at the chat who was ecstatic to see more interactions between George and him.
“Come on Gogyyyy, you can do it, careful with that thing on the top left corner” Wilbur laughed, leaning forward, pointing at an object on the screen.
“Yeah, maybe if you don’t move in front of the screen Wil” replied George, batting Wilbur’s hand away, his character falling in the process.
“Fuck!”
Wilbur gasped mockingly “Gogy! I can’t believe you swore! Chat he swore!”
“Woops” George looked momentarily embarrassed.
Phil shook his head in apparent despair over the behavior of the two men next to him, he filled a shot glass with vodka, looking towards the camera when he noticed he had definitely overfilled it by A LOT , most of the chat laughing at George, knowing he would have to drink it, but the younger man didn’t notice, too busy bickering with Wilbur. Philza handed him the glass and George stared at it for a second before knocking it back, no word of complaint passing his lips.
“Holy shit George, okay” Philza looked at the man bewildered “do you not want anything to chase it? We have Coca-cola maybe?”
George shook his head, laughing, Wilbur similarly losing his shit next to him.
A donation came in, automated voice playing loudly on the computer’s speakers “ Can’t believe most of us genuinely believed George was not a drinker and then he goes and does this shit, smh Gogy is a liar.”
“Yeah Gogy is not as innocent as he looks, chat, don’t be fooled, even if he looks like a literal angel he’s not” Wilbur said.
“No no chat I’ve literally never lied, I’m not a liar” George pouted “It’s your turn Wilbur, go play instead of trying to ruin my reputation.”
The night was coming to an end, Wilbur was now fully leaning on George, definitely more than tipsy, legs propped up on the back of Philza chair on the other side. George was distractedly playing with the taller man’s hair, watching Philza attempt to beat their records.
Wilbur sighed with contentment “Please never stop doing that George, your fingers are magic.”
“Yeah that’s what you said last night too.” George replied teasingly, face flushed by the alcohol.
“Gogy!” Wilbur laughed at the other man’s sudden boldness.
Philza sputtered, looking back at them, completely missing his next swing, falling all the way to the bottom “Shit, I can’t believe I fell.”
“Tough luck Philza Minecraft, drink up” George said.
The man took a swig of his drink, wincing slightly at the taste, before muting the mic and turning towards the two younger men, so the camera wouldn’t catch what he was saying.
“Boys, I think if we keep going, you two are going to do something that you will probably regret.” he pointed towards the two men, gaze stopping on George’s hand resting in Wilbur’s hair.
“Whaaat, no we won’t” George whined, but he looked back towards the camera for a second, looking slightly more aware despite being in the midst of a drunken haze.
Wilbur was way too far gone to protest, too busy rubbing circles in George’s thigh, where the stream couldn’t see the gentle contact between the two, and dozing off slowly.
Philza raised his eyebrows, looking dubious, and George caved in.
“Okay okay, you’re right, come on I’ll end it.”
He cleared his throat, unmuting and leaning forward, dislodging Wilbur’s head from his laps where it was currently resting.
The taller man grumbled but settled back in his own chair, taking his feet off Phil’s chair, straightening up.
“Okayy chat, I think we’re done for today, it was...uh… an interestingly fun stream, even if we played the most frustrating game ever.”
“Okay, any last words Phil? Will?”
“Goodbye chat!” said Philza while Wilbur muttered that sounded vaguely like “Bye people.”
“... okay, bye chat!” George waved excitedly to the camera, Philza doing the same, and fumbled with the mouse to press the end stream button.
“There’s gonna be SO many clips.” George pressed his hands to his face, cheeks red.
“Good” said Wilbur, looking more awake, “maybe that way Dream will learn how to shut the fuck up.”
“Wilbur!” Phil and George shouted at the same time looking scandalized.
“What?” Wilbur smiled smugly “he was so annoying on that stream with you yesterday, with his ‘George this, George that’, I almost joined the call.”
George shook his head fondly, rolling his eyes, he knew Wilbur didn’t mean it seriously, he got along great with Dream, most of the time, as he knew the younger man flirting with George wasn’t genuine, but he had the most random burst of jealousy sometimes.
“Well, it’s getting late, I’ll get an Uber and go home.” Philza said, getting up from his chair.
The two other men stood up, walking him back to the front door of Wilbur’s apartment.
“Thanks for coming on my stream Phil, means a lot.” Wilbur spoke up, his words sincere, smiling at the man.
“Yeah it was fun!” added George, grinning too.
“I had a really good time too guys, but if I were you I would prepare for the sheer amount of questions you two are gonna get on twitter though, Tommy was right, you two weren’t exactly... subtle.”
George and Wilbur glanced at each other before shrugging.
“Honestly will see what the vibe is tomorrow and go from there.” Wilbur said, George looking unsure.
Philza nodded, hugging Wilbur and waving to George before leaving, the door softly closing shut behind him.
George made his way back to the bedroom, settling on the bed, Wilbur next to him.
“He’s right you know.” George said, looking at the ceiling that was still lazily spinning, sign enough that the alcohol still hadn’t left his system.
“Fuck people, let them say whatever they want to say, it’s not like it ever bothered us before” Wilbur replied, shedding clothes, getting under the covers.
George imitated him, pressing a kiss against Wilbur’s lips before flopping into his open arms, head resting on his chest, breath ghosting again his shoulder.
“You’re right, good night Will.”
“Good night Gogy.”
George woke up first, getting up to get water and empty his bladder, feeling slightly groggy.
He picked up his phone by habit, checking his notifications, a couple of his friends had texted him about random stuff, and he told himself he would message back later, Dream had tried to call him once and sent him two texts:
The first one read ‘George what’s up with you and Wilbur?’ , it had been sent at some point during the stream last night.
The second one was just a string of ‘????????? ’, sent a couple of hours later.
George sighed, he knew not telling Dream about him and Wilbur would cause some confusion at some point but he had been terrified that the news would change something in their relationship. Wilbur on the other hand had told his close friends pretty quickly, after making them swear not to leak the secret, he had revealed their relationship to Philza first and then had mentioned it to Tommy and Techno a couple days later. Tommy had blown up George’s phone for two days, making jokes, not quite believing them until Wilbur had literally kissed George while on facetime with the teenager, leaving him speechless, stuttering through awkward congratulations.
George loved his friends dearly, but he already got a healthy weekly dose of aggressive gay and shipping jokes from them and he wasn’t even out to them. Besides he knew Dream and Sapnap would both feel guilty because he hadn’t told them earlier, they probably would think something was wrong with the way they acted or with their friendship. It was just a complicated situation all around.
He opened Twitter, intent on scrolling for a couple of minutes through it, just to get a sense of what people thought after yesterday’s stream, but wasn’t quite prepared for the amount of speculative tweets, fanart and clips about Wilbur and him.
He saw dozens of compilations of pictures of them, one titled ‘Thread of picture of Wilbur looking at George like he’s in love’ , another one was dedicated to screenshots of him running his hand through Wilbur’s hair or just touching him titled ‘George being affectionate with Wilbur’ . He looked away from his phone, bashful, okay, maybe they were kind of obvious.
He read a couple more tweets from stan accounts he followed:
‘Okay guys no /j this time, is George just really touchy with his friends irl when he’s comfortable/drunk or is there actually something between him and Wilbur??’
‘Who’s dnf? don’t know her, i only know Georgebur’ this one made him laugh and he restrained himself from liking it, knowing the chaos it would cause.
‘not you guys thinking any kind of contact between CCs HAS to be a sign of like them being in love, we’re never gonna get any kind of content if y’all don’t know how to behave /neg’
He winced a little bit at that, he didn’t want to create any kind of drama between people thinking Wilbur and him were a thing and those thinking shippers were reading too far into things.
He shivered, the hardwood floor cold beneath his feet, this could probably wait until later. He padded back to the bedroom, settling back under the warmth of the covers with a satisfied sigh, letting himself slip back into sleep.
Wilbur shifted, groaning at the shrill noise of a phone ringing mere centimeters away from him, eyes still shut he patted around the bed, avoiding George’s sleeping form, picking up the offending device and touching the screen a couple of times to hopefully make it stop. Instead the sound of a call being accepted resounded, sending a wave of annoyance through him, whoever was calling better have a good fucking reason.
“Uh ‘ello” he mumbled into the phone, head resting against his pillow again.
“George?”
Hearing Dream’s voice caused a short surge of panic and confusion in the sleepy man. His eyes snapped open, immediately looking at the phone in his hand, it looked like his but both George and him had Iphones, turning the phone over he saw the phone case was George’s and realized his mistake immediately, it had been George phone that was ringing, not his, and now Dream was on the phone.
Dream that very decidedly didn’t know about George and him.
Wilbur held the phone at arm’s length, not knowing what to do with it, looking panicky between the phone and George, still sleeping soundly, unaware of the commotion happening.
“George?” It was Dream’s voice again, it sounded louder now, but maybe Wilbur was just more awake.
“Uhhh...”
“Hey, this isn’t George, who’s this?” the other man sounded confused and a little bit worried.
Screw Dream and George and their ability to tell each other apart from a “uh” on the phone, what the fuck.
Wilbur panicked and hung up, deciding that it seemed like the best course of action right now. He dropped the phone on the bed, ignoring the buzzing coming from Dream sending texts to George until it got annoying, Wilbur put the phone on silent, looking for his own phone. He found it on his bedside table, fully charged, and silently thanked his drunk self for not forgetting to plug it, checking the time, 11:53 AM.
“Hey George” he shook the man lightly, attempting to wake him up, the other just grumbling, burrowing his face under the covers.
He laughed at the endearing action, tugging on the covers to get George to come out, the other man whining at the loss of heat, latching onto Wilbur’s body heat instead, resting his head in the crook of the taller man’s neck.
“Gogyyy” Wilbur sing-songed, tickling his sides.
George jumped away from him, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Noooo, Will stop!”
Wilbur complied, watching the brunette in front of him stretch and send him a lazy smile, smiling softly in return.
“Oh uhm, I don’t mean to drop this on you right as you wake up, but Dream called you and I thought it was my phone so I answered.” Wilbur laughed nervously.
“What?” George’s head snapped up, gaze meeting Wilbur’s.
“Yeah, I basically said ‘uh’ and that’s pretty much it, but he definitely noticed it wasn’t you so I hung up on him, I'm really sorry.”
George sat up, thinking for a second, eyes suddenly widening.
“Oh shit, I think I accidentally left him on read this morning at like 6am, so it’s my fault too, it’s okay, I’ll text him in a second.”
He picked up his phone, Wilbur getting up, heading to the kitchen to make coffee.
Okay, well, this was it, no beating around the bush anymore, he would just tell Dream, then he would tell Sapnap, and Bad probably too. George pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat loudly beneath his ribcage, he let a shaky breath escape him. Should he call? Text him? It felt too important to simply announce it via text.
He unlocked his phone, seeing Dream had messaged him multiple time:
‘Who was that?’
‘George?’
Ignoring the messages, his thumb hovered over the call button, the little picture of Patches in Dream’s contact picture staring back at him with accusing eyes.
What
It was a picture of a cat, why was he overthinking this?
He clicked on the call button, deciding he needed to stop thinking and just act. He almost immediately hung up, anxiety suddenly sky rocketing, but Dream answered before he could escape from the call.
“George?”
“Hey” George replied, voice still rough with sleep.
He cleared his throat.
“Listen-”
“Who-”
They both spoke at the same time and laughed.
“You go first” Dream said softly.
George’s right hand clenched and unclenched mechanically on top of the bed sheets, the repetitive motion doing nothing to soothe his worries. He forced himself to let go and focused on what he needed to say next.
“I-, well we-, ahhhhh why is this so hard? It’s so stupid!” he said annoyed at himself.
“Come on George, it’s not stupid.” Dream’s voice was gentle, the younger man sensing George’s frustration.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Well it’s probably not stupid.”
“Me and Wilbur, we’re kind of a thing” he paused “and by that I mean that we totally are, we’re dating.”
“What?”
George could feel the disbelief coming from Dream.
“Yeah it’s...uh...it’s been a couple of months.”
“And you didn’t tell me? Wait who knows about this?” he sounded hurt.
George winced, “Philza, Techno, and uh Tommy?”
“Fuck” the word was spoken softly “Tommyinnit, a literal child, knew about this and I didn’t, and Sapnap didn’t either?”
It sounded much worse now that Dream was saying it aloud, George sighed.
“Listen, Dream, I- I don’t even know what to say, I was afraid of how you guys would react and-”
“No save it, you could have just said you didn’t trust us.”
“What-”
George heard the dial tone of Dream hanging up, putting the phone down in total and utter incredulity, tears quickly gathering at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall, rubbing them away furiously.
“George?”
The man looked up, Wilbur was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding two mugs, looking at him worriedly.
George sniffled “Dream’s mad I didn’t tell him earlier, he hung up on me.”
Wilbur frowned, putting the coffee mugs down on the bedside table, and getting onto the bed, embracing the shorter man gently.
“Fuck Dream.”
George chuckled wetly, hiding his face in the other man's shoulder.
“George, you know he’ll come around, he’s probably just hurt.”
He nodded, crying quietly for a couple more minutes, Wilbur carding his fingers through his hair, murmuring sweet words in his ear, occasionally making him giggle.
“Okay” George took a deep breath “I’ll go... shower or something, I’m sure I look like shit...”
“You never look like shit George” Wilbur replied sweetly.
George rolled his eyes but grinned at Wilbur, making the other secretly proud of the small achievement.
As soon as the bathroom door closed shut, Wilbur picked up his phone, cold anger towards Dream simmering inside him.
‘WilburSoot: You’re such a giant asshole, no wonder he didn’t tell you, you fucking made him cry you’re genuinely a piece of shit.’
He thought for a second before pressing send on the discord message to Dream, this was definitely deserved.
His phone buzzed three times in succession, Dream had replied:
‘Dream: wdym?’
‘did he really cry?’
‘Wilbur??’
Wilbur sighed, Dream was just an idiot, but he needed the man to understand that this was not okay.
‘WilburSoot: Yeah, you fucked up honestly, I don’t know what you said but you better make up for it’
‘Dream: I said that he didn’t trust us’
‘WilburSoot: You know that’s not true’
‘Dream: i do, i was just hurt…’
‘WilburSoot: Well you’re not the only one hurt now, fix it’
He closed the app, picking up his now cold coffee and sipping it.
Ew