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Dream was stoked. Really, really stoked. He was dating his best friend and crush. His soulmate! That was an odd thing to say, so new. This may possibly be the best day ever Dream thought as he lay in bed. Smushing his face into his pillow just thinking about George.
George loved him. And they were boyfriends! He could stare at him forever. It was great. Wonderful even. When George was finally able to come over to Florida, they could kiss and do, other romantic stuff. Dream’s face flushed.
Like cuddles. And tight hugs. He bet Patches would love George. She had to, because Dream loved George. Love, love, love. So much love. But it was genuine. And George loved him back! Requited love!
And even though when George finally was able to visit. He probably wouldn’t be able to take his cat with him. That was a little sad. He wanted to meet Cat.
In the dark of his room. Dream tried to go to sleep as all of these thoughts this joy filled him to the brim. Overflowing amounts of love. For George. For his boyfriend. boyfriend For what they are, their bond. Their new relationship.
It was all so exciting. Something new. Something full of promise, ability, ready to be shaped. By them, together. Despite the distance, they would still able to do so much more now that they were dating.
He smiled a dorky in love type smile just thinking about it. He could give George more gifts. And people would stop questioning ‘why do you give your best friend so many gifts?’ Because they’re boyfriends. Boyfriends!
He just felt so excited. George, and him, together. It’s amazing to Dream. The shock not quite worn off.
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Dream woke up groggily, to a message from George on discord. “Hey whenever you wake up, text me back.” Reading over the message from his boyfriend, boyfriend! he acknowledged brain still filled with a sleepy daze.
Stumbling down into the kitchen, Dream grabbed some bar they had up in the cupboard. Unwrapping it and shoving it into his mouth Dream returned to his room. Messaging George back, “I’m up, whatcha need?”
GeorgeNotFound is typing
“call me”
Call me. Okay, he could do that. Dream sat down at his desk opening Discord. Moving to his direct messages from George. He clicked on the call button. Watching his monitor shift to the call screen. Waiting for George to pick up.
After a moment, one tired GeorgeNotFound popped up onto his screen. Messing with his hair lazily. Dream couldn’t help to stare. Messed up sleepy George was always his favourite type of George. Even though it had to be afternoon there it seemed George just hadn’t bothered to get up until now. It was endearing to Dream.
Messy hair, ruffled shirts, and if he was lucky. A little bit of his morning voice. A thicker more accented voice just ever so slightly deeper. It gave Dream shivers just thinking about it. The difference. Although subtle, hot.
“What's up?” Dream asked, breaking the silence. As they just stared at each other’s faces.
George shook himself a little, “Right, uh I wanted to talk boundaries and stuff. Like precautions to take on stream. Or what we’re comfortable or not comfortable with. Y’know?”
“Oh, yeah. We should probably do that.” Dream acknowledged.
“Alright base rule, don’t tell the viewers. I think at least for now.”
Dream agreed, it made sense to him. He didn’t particularly want to tell their fans, much less stans at the moment. This whole thing was so new, he wanted to keep it to himself a little longer, “right, they might get a little pushy or invasive.”
“Yeah, uh no pet names on stream. And what types of things are you uncomfortable with?”
“Uh I can’t think of anything at the moment. You?”
“Maybe no bottom or top jokes or whatever?” George suggested loosely. “There just not that funny.”
Dream nodded, “Alright, no bottom jokes. Uh, what about telling our friends? Who do you want to tell?”
“Sapnap for sure. I’m not sure about anyone else. Maybe just as it comes up?”
He made a noise of agreement, “Sapnap for sure. I’ll tell him later.”
“Alright. You do that. Do you want to have a goal on when to tell the internet or just keep it open ended. I was thinking to just do it when we feel like it but if you want a general goal...?” George asked.
“Keeping it open-ended for now sounds good.” Dream agreed.
“You got anything else?” George inquired curiously.
“I dunno, want to meet my parents sometime? For real?” Dream suggested abstractly.
George shrugged, “I mean it would be interesting. I’ve already kinda met them. I would like to meet the people your so close with. Your pretty open about talking with them.”
“We are pretty close,” Dream admitted, “They’re probably kinda done with me talking about you though.”
George gave him a sympathetic look, “I think everyone is done with both of us talking about each other.”
Dream glanced downwards sheepishly, “Probably.” Acknowledging that they both probably brought each other up a little bit too often to be entirely normal or acceptable. Maybe they really should have caught onto their feelings earlier.
“Anyway, with that offer. Would you like to meet my parents?”
“If they have the time,” he accepted, “I think that would be pog.”
“Pog. That would be pog.” George mimicked in a terrible American accent that somehow sounded more British than American.
“Stop making fun of me.” Dream complained, watching George through the screen as he laughed.
It may be at him, but it was still pretty as hell. The way his mouth stretched big and wide. And turned his head off to the side. And the light red that was always on his cheeks from the constant chill of Brighton.
“No.” George shot back lightly, no real bite or meaning in his words. Just a friendly jab.
Dream continued to stare at George. Taking in everything about the man. The hair that curled right under his ears, the creases in his shirt. The light eyebags right under his eyes.
“I want to kiss you.” He said suddenly. Thinking out loud.
George flushed slightly, but not much. “One day, one day Dream.”
Dream smile at that, “One day.”
George nodded, giving him a fond smile. “One day, sooner than later.”