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Dream and George got together one freezing night in August. Months of pining finally came to a conclusion, the two laughing together over how stupid they were for not realizing their feelings. Their immediate reaction to the new development was to tell their friends, who were no doubt waiting for this to happen, but they ended up deciding against it.
“What if one of them accidentally outs our relationship on stream? You know it's likely to happen,” George said.
“I place my bets on Karl or Tommy, neither of them are the best at keeping secrets,” Dream replied, letting out a laugh.
“Dream! This is serious,'' George chastised, pouting even though Dream couldn't see him. Dream instantly clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to be scolded again.
“Anyway, I say we don't tell anyone. Maybe we can after few months of this relationship, but I don't think it's wise to tell people when this is such a new thing.”
Dream hummed in agreement, nodding along to his proposal.
“Alright then, I guess you could call this a secret relationship? How scandalous of us!” he dramatically gasped, giggling internally when he could feel George's rage radiating through the screen.
“Okay, secret relationship it is.”
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While the two expected to be good at hiding their romance, they were anything but. At first, they were decent at it, able to limit their flirting online, but once George moved in a month after it all started, that fell apart quickly.
“Dream! Just pass me the eggs already!” George giggled, dodging another flour bomb from Dream.
“No can do, pretty boy!” Dream called, raising his hand to keep the eggs out of George's reach. George furrowed his brow, before launching up to try and snatch the eggs away. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to reach, and instead crashed into Dream, causing the both of them to fall in a heap on the tiled floor.
“Shit, George! Are you okay?” Dream asked worriedly, genuine concern lacing his tone. George let out a chuckle, lifting his head to see Dream.
“Yeah, but can I please have those eggs now? I wanna get these pancakes done before Sap wakes up.”
Dream nodded, glancing down to his right hand where the eggs should've been. Instead, it was empty. He stared at his palm, confused, before looking around the floor. Then, he saw them.
A few feet away lay the eggs, which had smashed when Dream let go of them to cushion George's fall.
George followed Dream's line of sight until his eyes locked down on the eggs.
“Dream! What the hell! Those were the only eggs left!” George exclaimed, slightly frustrated.
“Oh well, forgive me for trying to make sure my boyfriend doesn't break his leg from falling!”
George pushed himself up, grumbling out how his “amazing breakfast plans” were ruined.
“Georgie I'm sorry, maybe we could-” before he could finish, a cough sounded from behind him.
Sapnap walked in.
On them piled up on the floor.
With George straddling Dream's waist.
Fuck.
The two scrambled to get up, both shooting a sheepish smile at their sleepy roommate.
“Can you guys flirt some other time? I want my fucking toast,” he mumbled, pushing past them to the toaster.
Their jaws dropped, unsure whether to scream or remain calm. Dream ended up breaking the silence.
“Well, guess you don't need those eggs anymore.”
“Shut up, idiot.”
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The next incident occurred two weeks later, on the third night of Karl’s visit.
Given that it was October, they wanted to do a late-night spooky stream, consisting of a spin-for-a-challenge wheel and Phasmophobia. When Karl was setting up the camera for the stream, he heard hushed giggles coming from the hallway.
“George be quiet, they might hear us!” Dream halfheartedly warned, too wrapped up in George's smile to give half a shit about the others.
“Oh come on Dreamie, won’t you give me a secret kiss? Y'know, since we’re in a secret relationship?” he teased, leaning into Dream’s face with a smirk.
“Alright, but only because you asked so nicely.”
Dream leaned down to connect their lips, cupping George’s cheek ever so gently. Even late at night, after sleeping for a few hours in preparation for the stream, George tasted impossibly sweet—like pomegranate and peppermint with a hint of honey swirling on his tongue.
Just as Dream carefully pressed George against the wall, Karl called out to them.
“Uh, Dream? George? I’m not sure what you two are doing but can you come here and help with the tripod?”
The two jumped apart, heads whipping to the left to check that Karl wasn’t standing in the hallway. Thankfully, he wasn’t, but the fact that he knew they were there meant he heard something .
The thought scared both of them, but they tossed it away to discuss at a later date, instead rushing to help prepare for the stream.
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The third and final incident occurred when all the Crewboys were gathered at their house. Thankfully there were four rooms, so Karl and Quackity stayed in one together, and everyone assumed that George slept in his own designated room.
However, that idea was completely shattered when the tired couple walked out of Dream’s room together, accompanied by messy hair and dried drool trailing across their cheeks.
Oh, and Dream’s sweatshirt draped over George's slim frame, which practically shined a big spotlight on their relationship. It was as if a billboard was propped up right above them, neon arrows and all, with a tagline that read, “Everyone, come look! The two pining idiots are finally together! What a fucking surprise!”
Although it wasn't a surprise, because the group had known for ages.
Because when you put two hopelessly in love people who had to refrain from expressing such love for so long in a situation where they had to keep suppressing their love, it was bound to fail.
And fail it did.
The three sitting at the dining table all let out a groan, rolling their eyes from the sheer obviousness the two displayed.
“Really? Even after Karl witnessed you two shoving your tongues down each other's throats you still couldn't attempt to hide things better?” Quackity asked, making a fake gagging noise.
The two sleepy figures seemed to jolt awake after that, both staring at Karl with gaping mouths.
“You- you saw us?” Dream asked, and when Karl nodded, the two felt mortified.
“At first I thought it was just you guys messing around as always, but when I peeked around the corner I saw Dream like- caressing George's cheek and I panicked!” Karl explained.
“Later he told me about it and I told him about that one kitchen incident-” George and Dream both cringed at the memory, “and from there we were able to put two in two together.” Sapnap finished, looking proud of his detective skills.
“I mean, it took you guys long enough and we’re very happy for you, but we only have one question. Why didn’t you tell us?” Quackity asked, curiosity and hurt mingling together as he spoke.
George looked at the floor, guilty that he made his friends feel this way.
“Honestly, we were going to tell you at first, but then we realized it might not be responsible. Especially since it was a new relationship, we didn't want anyone to get caught up in the excitement and accidentally reveal something on stream,” George walked them through his original thought process, hoping that maybe they would understand.
“Wow, look at you being all mature, Georgie! Didn't think you had it in you!” Sapnap said, and suddenly the heavy feeling in the air was lifted. George sighed in relief and smiled up at his boyfriend.
Before things got too lighthearted, George spoke up again, tone serious.
“Okay but now that you all know, you have to be careful about the stuff you say on stream. You can hint at it, y’know like usual DNF pandering, but that's it!”
“Alright, we promise. Besides, after this whole mess, I can confidently say that we’re probably better at keeping things a secret than you two are.”