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Dream decided, would forever would be a crime. In all reality, there was nothing romantic with grey skies and damp air while scrolling through the biblically damned website that is the clock app, but in London, it was the epitome of melancholic romance. Why, you ask? Dream guesses it had something to do with the smaller brunet that was snuggled in his arms on the leather couch in the said brunet’s flat, but he could be wrong.
George looked dazed with his eyes half-closed, on his phone scrolling through his own clock app, not noticing the way the blonde holding him examined his half-sleepy face in all endearment. Dream loves everything about George. The way his smaller head leaned against Dream’s chest, eyelashes adorning those pretty eyes Dream would sell his soul for. The way George absent-mindedly sweater-paws and covers those pink lips that Dream kissed awake this morning. Call him a simp, but the boy he holds is a bragging right.
Dream longs to brag. Brag about being able to do what everyone in his fanbase can’t even fathom witnessing. Brag about sharing breakfast and kisses and walks and lazy afternoons with this beautiful person. George is a bragging right, and Dream has the right to brag.
So he probably should’ve taken that into consideration before taking too long to reveal their year-long relationship. At that time, they both agreed that neither of them were in a rush to let everyone in the world know, and that aside from the people that have been with them through thick and thin, only they needed to know.
In Dream’s defense, he didn’t know how much he needed to lay claim on this enigma of a man. He knew most of the world’s population was starstruck by this boy who he could call his. Anyone who flirted with George, granted were all littered around as mere jokes, had always a dash of truth — people wanted George.
To be honest, he wasn’t exactly too bothered about people being enamored by his partner. There was this pride he felt, churning through his guts and simmering through grins whenever he saw those fancams and edits of the brunet, knowing that no matter how much desaturation, how precise the slow-motion effects or how intensely promiscuous the background songs, no one else can truly witness how pretty this boy is. He was satisfied enough where they were in the moment.
So how, pray tell, did a single snippet less than a minute long of a rather cheesy Taylor Swift suddenly make him rethink this entire situation?
Imagine falling for someone who lives 4000 miles away from you, and each day you spend together just so happens to be the softest memories you’ll ever have. Mundane moments in the eyes of those who don’t know what it feels like. The entire song in and of itself is just a perfect day with George.
Too bad people cropped that song mid-chorus, making it sound like a mere track about pining for someone living in the capital of England.
That song pops up every few minutes as he scrolls through his phone. It would be of any teenage girl lip-syncing to the lyrics “they say home is where the heart is, but God, I love the English” and flashes candid screenshots of the boy in his arms. The amount of self-control it takes not to like any of those in agreement was baffling.
George looked up from his own screen, scrunched up nose and squinting at Dream. “Hey. What’ya staring at?” The giggles under his breath where not lost between the lines. Dream found it so endearing, and damn it it was gonna kill him.
Dream smiled and snuggled his boyfriend closer to him with a kiss on his temple, because Dream was nothing if not an absolute simp. “You, you adorable fuck.”
George raised his sweater paw and lightly slapped Dream in between his eyes. “You absolute simp.” Dream laughs at that. He notices the way the redness climbs from the base of his neck all the way to his ears and Dream felt himself die a bit more.
“Hey, I was thinking…” Dream started, without thinking.
“Uh oh.” George giggled. Dream scoffed with all fondness at that.
“Oh, come on now.” Dream doesn’t miss the way George squirms slightly at that. “I was thinking of telling everyone now."
George looked at him in slight surprise, and Dream prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that his boyfriend isn’t too upset. “I mean, if it’s okay with you. I just really think it’s about time.”
The brunet poke his cheek with a smile. “I agree, I mean why not, right?”
Okay, so that wasn’t expected, but it sure is welcomed.
“How are we gonna do it? I really don’t wanna announce it on stream, and you know Twitter hates you.” George asked in all concern.
Dream already has an answer for this, one that he was so, so sure about. He takes George’s hand and brings it to his lips. “I have an idea, but can you trust me with this?” He plants the kiss that he knows makes George’s heart to malfunction.
“As long as we’re not releasing a sex tape.” George jokes, and Dream scoffs in disgust and disbelief.
“I despise you and whatever goes on in your head.” Lies, I love you and everything about you.
“I’m sure you do.” George rolls his eyes. “What do I have to do?” He asks.
Dream kisses his cheek, light as a feather, soft as the moment. “Leave it to me. You don’t need to do anything. I love you.”
He loves the way he makes George visibly melt. “I love you, too.” He says and goes back to being comfortable and snuggles deeper.
Dream’s never felt more agitated than he is this moment. His face reveal a few weeks ago was even less jarring than this. Telling his friends and family were a walk in the park, but this just downright scares him in the best possible way.
He stares at his phone’s front camera with a smile, subtle enough without George realizing what was happening. Dream pauses for a bit before repositioning his phone to capture his hand taking in George’s paler, more petite and fragile ones. He lifts the camera slightly more, showing George that he was recording. The way George looks at the camera so timidly encouraged Dream to finally get to what he should have done for a while now.
The hand that used to envelope George’s shoulder was now on his jaw, turning his face towards his boyfriend who stared into his lips before bringing it into his own. No matter who initiated the kiss, George always ended up taking charge, pulling Dream’s neck closer to deepen the kiss, and Dream’s pride isn’t strong enough to deny this beautiful, beautiful boy.
They pull away for air, before George pulls him back again, and Dream isn’t strong enough to deny that.
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Dream @dreamwastakenwastaken
Sorry simps, Gogy’s mine. @thegeorgenotfound
[video desc: Dream smirking while the lyrics “I saw his dimples first and then I heard the accent. Camera switches to a bigger hand intertwining with a smaller hand as “they say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine is” plays. One last camera switch to Dream leaning in to kiss George as “I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you” plays. End video]
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Karl: LET’S GO BOYS PROUD OF YOU
RealBadBoyHalo: THEY DID IT!!! THE MUFFINS DID IT!!!
Sapnap: Damn Dream, you really out here being a fucking tiktok simp
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Georgenootfound: I love u too ig
Dream (creator)>@thegeorgenotfound: HE SAID IT YOUR HONOR