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GeorgeNotFound: you missed iron
Dream actually didn’t catch his boyfriend’s message at first, but when the chat started spamming his name he scrolled back up to find it. “Yeah, yeah, ‘I missed iron’, I’m sure.” He didn’t believe George for a second, but he still doubled back to prove he was lying and found an ore vein instead. “Oh, I actually did, sorry, uh, George.” (Dream definitely didn’t have to bite back the word “baby” from the tip of his tongue. He was better than that. Ok, maybe he definitely did, but they were still so new to this whole secretly-dating thing and Dream had never been good at keeping his thoughts to himself, cut him some slack.) Over the next few minutes Dream’s eyes darted back to the chat an amount of times that could’ve been described as embarrassing, waiting for some snarky reply from George, but none came.
That shouldn’t be too concerning, really. Sometimes George would pop into his chat for a moment and disappear just as suddenly. But still, Dream couldn’t help but wonder where he’d gone.
He got his answer just a few minutes later, after he’d all but forgotten his concern, when the door slowly creaked open. Dream glanced over and oh, there was George, in the same fucking room as him in the way that Dream wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to (it had been weeks and he hadn’t yet). The joy he felt seeing his boyfriend was dampened slightly by the frown on his face. Dream opened his mouth to ask what was up, but George just shook his head and walked over to the couch. A donation popped up on Dream’s second monitor and he quickly turned away from George to read it out, and by the time he looked back George was curled in on himself, clutching a pillow between his arms like it was a life ring. Well, Dream wasn’t sure what was making George look so stressed, but he did know that that just wouldn’t do.
Dream kept talking to his chat, but he turned back to George and waved to get his attention. George’s wide, frantic eyes met Dream’s worried ones, and he tried to muster a small smile. He failed. That was just the last straw for Dream, and he made a beckoning gesture towards himself with his hand. George cocked his head in silent confusion as Dream rambled on about speedrunning, and he just responded by beckoning again and spreading his arms wide in invitation.
Reluctantly, George relinquished his death grip on the poor pillow and walked over to Dream’s open arms, who yawned dramatically to cover the sound of the chair squeaking as George settled into Dream’s lap. “Anyways,” Dream asked the chat, “what was I just talking about?” George buried his face into the crook of Dream’s neck, and Dream pressed a silent kiss into his hair. “Right, right, getting iron, okay.”
It only took Dream a few more minutes to mine all the iron he needed, so while he waited for it to smelt he ran his free hand through George’s hair. George leaned into his touch, and Dream barely stopped himself from saying something dumb and sappy about how adorable he was. He definitely seemed more relaxed, Dream noted, so that was good.
All too soon Dream needed both hands to play, but George didn’t seem to notice the loss of Dream’s touch. In fact, he had a sneaking suspicion George had fallen asleep on him, which, oh my godddddd— which was really, really, really nice. Yeah.
It was a really good thing no one could see the look on Dream’s face right then.
Anyways, the embarrassingly lovestruck block man continued his speedrun. Not record pace, but not half bad either. As he ticked items off his mental checklist (lava pool, fortress, pearls, ender eyes) he managed to keep his mind off the fact that George was sleeping in his lap, that they were together and that they were together, that this hopeless fantasy of his was his real life now—Well. He mostly managed to keep his mind off of it, and he was putting the eyes in the portal in no time.
He had everything he needed. Armor, beds, George, water bucket, arrows… It was time. He took a last once over of his inventory and jumped through the portal. Just as his pearl landed on the end island George started to stir. Dream quickly muted his mic (who knows what George might say in his sleep) but kept playing, shooting an arrow at the nearest end crystal.
“Don’t…” George muttered, tightening his hold on Dream’s torso. “Stop! Please, come back—” His eyes flew open. Another nightmare. The speedrun immediately ceased to exist as far as Dream was concerned.
“Shh, shh, baby, it’s ok,” Dream murmured, stroking George’s hair with fingers that had long forgotten the game. “You’re ok, baby, I’m here.”
“Baby?” George whispered, turning still-half-asleep-eyes toward the monitors.
“We’re muted. It’s ok, love, go back to sleep. I’m right here.”
“Ookay…g’night,” George drawled, already drifting off again, and rested his head on Dream’s shoulder.
“Goodnight, George.” Dream smiled softly and unmuted himself. “Oh, I died… Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry chat! Something came up over here, I’m back now. No, no, I’m fine, don’t worry!” He clicked the exit-to-menu button instead of respawning in a ruined speedrun. “But I think that might be it for tonight actually. I’ll read out donos and talk for a bit, though! No, really, guys, I just need to go to bed. After all” he said with his best joke-suggestive voice, “George lives with me now, if you know what I mean.” The chat descended into flames.
A few minutes of dono-reading later, Dream said goodbye to his chat (and waved with both hands even though they couldn’t see it, a habit he’d picked up from someone a while back) and ended his stream. He supported George’s legs so that his boyfriend could cling to him like a koala and carried him out of his office, but he stopped as he passed the living room and heard Sapnap snickering at them with his phone held out to take a picture. He shifted George’s weight to one arm so he could flip Sapnap off with the other, who just took another photo with an evil grin. Dream rolled his eyes and kept walking down the hall, up the stairs, and into to his and George’s room (which was a thing that existed. Dream never got tired of remembering that), and gently laid George down on the bed. He tried to extract himself from his boyfriend’s arms, but he held on tight.
“Stay,” George said, apparently at least a little bit awake again.
“I need to get ready for bed first, baby.”
George tugged on Dream’s arm until he fell onto the bed next to him. “Staaay.”
Dream did.