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It started with a sneeze.
“Dammit…” Dream muttered as he flew into the lava pool below him.
“Dreammmuh!” George screeched. “What was that??”
“Sorry, I let go of shift by accident.”
“You had all the blaze rods!”
“You guys are so bad!” Sapnap laughed.
Dream began making his way back to George. The four of them were filming a new video for the Dream team, George and Dream racing Bad and Sapnap to beat Minecraft. It was a decent match-up, if Dream would stop sneeze-jumping to his death. Dream sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, which he had practically folded into his green hoodie in an attempt to keep his shaking fingers warm.
“I’m almost back,” he said as he stepped into the Nether.
“I’m getting more rods. I’m not letting you carry anything else valuable.”
“Oh come on.” Dream rolled his eyes. Though at this point, with him running back to the fortress with just a stone sword and no armor, he knew it was a smart idea. He stopped mid run as another sneeze came on. “Ugh…” he groaned quietly as he wiped his nose again. The harsh fabric of his sweater was starting to irritate his skin.
“Bless you,” Bad chirped.
“Dream what the heck is with you?” Sapnap asked.
“Yeah you alright?” George added, voice showing far more concern than the other two..
“I think I need to dust my room or something.” He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose so hard his ears popped. “I can’t stop sneezing.”
“We know.” The three said in unison.
They finished their video about an hour or two later. Dream and George managed to win despite his nose’s best effort to foil him. After filming a short bonus scene of them unwinding from the challenge, George suggested they all switch to the SMP with him so he could stream. Bad and Sapnap agreed and began logging back in but Dream decided to start editing. He wanted his video done by tomorrow. But he stayed on Discord to join the banter.
Not long after, Dream’s head was starting to pound behind his eyes. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing out of his editing software. Probably just from staring at a screen all day, he thought to himself as he stretched. He unmuted his mic but George and Sapnap seemed to be in the middle of a conversation so he just laid his head on his desk and waited for a lull to jump back in on.
Dream yawned, his eyelids feeling heavy the longer he rested his head like this. Maybe he could close them for a few minutes…
…
“Dreammmmm…”
The boy stirred at the sound of his name invading his nap. He shifted his head but didn’t respond, wanting so desperately to fall back asleep to escape his headache.
“DREAM!!”
“WAKEY WAKEYYYY!”
The scream of his friends sent Dream bolting upright in his chair so hard it nearly tipped backwards. “Jesus! What the hell!?” he shouted.
“Language!” Bad scolded.
“Were you asleep?” George asked; Sapnap laughing like a madman.
“Yeah…” Dream pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead. The nap hadn’t helped much in alleviating his screen headache.
“On stream?” Sapnap said melodramatically. “Wow dude.”
“It’s not my fault you guys don’t have anything interesting to say.”
“Oooh!” Bad cooed.
Dream smirked to himself and he could hear the others laughing as well.
They continued the stream for another hour or so before everyone began signing off. Sapnap headed out to get dinner, Bad left to film with Skeppy, and George just got tired of being on his computer for so long. With a wave he clicked off his stream and logged out of Minecraft. Dream leaned back in his chair and pushed his bangs off his forehead, letting out a slow exhale.
“You alright?”
Dream practically jumped at the question. He turned in his chair to see his boyfriend and roommate, George, leaning against their bedroom door frame. Dream hadn’t heard him leave the office. He blinked at him for a moment before answering. “What now?”
“You seemed off today. It’s not like you to fall asleep on call.”
“Just a little tired I guess. Staring at my screen all day started giving me a headache.” He quickly turned away into his elbow as another sneeze took him by surprise.
“And the dust.”
“Yeah. Dust.”
George cocked an eyebrow, arms folded across his chest. “I dusted our room three days ago. You could be getting sick.”
Dream waved the notion away before giving it a second’s thought. “Nah. I’m fine.”
George rolled his eyes with a playful smile. “If you say so.” He walked over and kissed Dream’s cheek. “I’m gonna order some Chinese for us. You want your usual?”
“Eh. Not that hungry actually.”
George’s brows drew together at that. “You’ve barely eaten anything today.”
“I had a big breakfast.” It wasn’t completely untrue, Dream had made himself a pretty big breakfast sandwich in preparation for a full day of recording and editing.
“It’s almost ten at night.”
Dream glanced at the clock. A thoughtful hum left the back of his throat as he realized George was right. It’s been nearly fifteen hours since he’d eaten. Still, Dream felt the meal sitting heavily in his stomach. “I’ll just take wonton soup and some egg rolls.”
“Sure thing.” George planted a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead before heading out to the kitchen to place the order.
Dream leaned back in his chair with a long sigh. He pushed his bangs off his forehead before running a hand down his face. He knew he had to keep editing but his head was pounding so hard he thought his eyes may pop out of their sockets. “Fuck this…” he breathed before pushing himself up and following George into the kitchen.
George was filling his water bottle at the sink when Dream shuffled in and began digging through the drawers.
“What are you looking for?”
“Advil. My head is fucking killing me.”
George reached over the blond and easily pulled out the small pill bottle. Dream thanked him with a tired smile before shaking two pills into his hand and washing it down with the tap. George handed his boyfriend his previously filled water bottle.
“Drink something. You’ve been on the computer all day, I know you didn’t refill yours.”
“Thanks.” Dream gulped down nearly half the bottle greedily. His throat had started to hurt a few hours ago, probably from all the yelling he’d been doing during the various recordings. The water seems to alleviate a bit of the headache, however it did not help the already full feeling in his stomach. He pressed a fist to his mouth and belched as he handed back George’s water.
“You’re disgusting,” George said with a smirk. He turned to get more water.
“You love it,” Dream teased as he snaked his arms around the brunette’s waist. He dropped his chin onto George’s head. He yawned. “When’s the food getting here?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Kay…” He nuzzled his head into the comfort of George’s soft brown hair. “How was your stream?”
“It was good. Chat lost their simping minds over you falling asleep like that.”
“Sorry. This headache is making me tired.”
“You sure you’re feeling alright?” It wasn’t hard to pick up on the concern in George’s voice. He turned in Dream’s embrace to meet his eyes. “You look a little pale.” He cupped the blonde’s cheek and ran his thumb across his skin. Dream sighed into the touch.
“Just a headache. Promise. You know how being on the computer too long does that to me.”
“If you say so. Are you done for tonight?”
“I wish. I need to get more editing done tonight if I want to be ready for our stream with Sap tomorrow.”
“I don’t have any looming deadlines if you want me to take some of the editing workload for you.”
Dream waves his hand. “Nah, I got it.” He yawned again. George noted the bags under his eyes.
“Why don’t we turn in early tonight? You can edit before the stream instead?”
As much as Dream wanted to get his work done as soon as possible, the idea of cuddling up with George was too inviting. So he agreed and set a 7AM alarm for the next day before he forgot.
Eventually the food came and the two of them settled onto the couch to eat and catch up on the shows they were watching. The Advil had kicked in and Dream was far more lively for the hour. He ended up setting aside half of his soup and most of his egg rolls for tomorrow before curling up into George’s side and feeling sleep begin to pull at him. The brunette noted how little his boyfriend had eaten with mild concern. It wasn’t like Dream. George chalked it up to the headache and the exhaustion and stood to lead the half asleep blonde to bed. He could clean up in the morning.
Once in the bedroom, Dream stripped off his hoodie and t-shirt and George followed suit. The two crawled under the covers and Dream quickly pulled his smaller boyfriend into his embrace. George nuzzled his face in Dream’s bare chest and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s torso as Dream buried his face back into George’s hair.
“Night…” Dream murmured.
George kissed his neck gently. “Night.”
As Dream began drifting off, he couldn’t help but shiver at a random chill that ran up his spine. When had it gotten so cold in his bedroom?