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Dream’s favorite part of TwitchCon was messing with the fans.
He’d face revealed less than a week prior, so his YouTube video (along with George’s vlog) was still trending. His face was still the newest thing, and although he’d originally thought anxiety would get the best of him, the convention wasn’t so bad.
There were the occasional stalker fans, sure, and maybe the Dream SMP panel was trash, but he was having fun. He was out and about for the first time in years, meeting fans, hanging out with his friends, hanging around George.
George was his favorite part of the whole experience. Or, well, what he and George had been making the fans go crazy over.
They were married. It was a well-known fact between their group of friends, and really, it wasn’t that big of a deal. When George’s visa had gotten denied the first time, they decided to go for the marriage route. There were enough clips and fanart of them being ‘questionable’, so going en route for a marriage visa was surprisingly easy. And funny.
George had made a joke about it in his vlog, but what the fans didn’t know was that it was true. He did end up having to marry Dream in order to finally come to the USA.
So, on George’s first day in Florida, they had a court wedding with only Sapnap, Drista, and Dream’s mom as the guests, and at the part where they were supposed to kiss each other, both burst out laughing. At the beginning of the ceremony, since Dream was wearing a face mask because of his stupid immune system, the wedding coordinator said it was okay to just kiss on the cheek or forehead. It was really just dumb luck.
George kissed his forehead anyway. He had to stand on his toes and force Dream to bend down, but his lips met the blond’s temple and sealed their marriage away.
Dream had ignored it at the time, but the action had made his heart burst. George kissing his forehead was almost too much. At the time, he’d assumed it was just happiness, simple exhilaration at the fact that his best friend – his other half – was finally in the same place as him.
The first couple of days they spent together were the most fun Dream had experienced in a long while. They went to Walmart, and had stupid childish play fights, and were just in the presence of one another. The Dream Team was finally all together, and Dream couldn’t have been happier.
Sapnap was always a little distant from them, which was fine. He had Karl, or Punz, to talk to every so often, and it left Dream and George to themselves. In their time alone, it was hard for Dream to forget that they were married, legally bonded to one another. He always got a little lightheaded at the thought.
Their alone time was spent mostly in silent peace. George would stare at him just to ‘memorize his face’ and Dream would stare back just because George was beautiful. He’d known that for a while, but seeing him in 3D made his pretty privilege even better.
Sometimes George would scroll through Tiktoks, and then they’d make stupid videos that no one else in the world would see besides them. Dream loved gatekeeping their activities; it definitely made him more excited than he would ever care to admit.
They’d talk to each other, and laugh, and Dream could swear to god looking back on it that there were multiple times when they almost kissed. When the laughing went on for too long and they ended up staring into each other’s eyes, or when their stupid banter just turned into actual flirting. Dream’s heart had been pounding obnoxiously fast in those days, and only after looking back now, he knew why.
They took the dumb pictures in front of the Florida sign that they definitely didn’t steal, and then George filmed that Tiktok of Dream driving to “make the fans go wild”.
His husband was a menace. And their marriage joke was absolutely thriving.
The time came to leave for TwitchCon, and the night before the flight, Dream had gotten a little nervous. (A little was an understatement because in reality, Dream was freaking the fuck out.) George had come to his room that night, and lulled him to sleep by combing his fingers through Dream’s curly hair.
It was nice to be calmed down before he slept. It was nice to know George’s presence was there while he slipped into the dreamland. Usually, George slept in his own room, but they sleep called almost every night, just like they had before the move. But knowing that George was actually there beside him somehow made him fall asleep even faster, knowing he was safe with the brunet right there.
In the morning, he’d woken up with brunet locks tickling his nose. George had been in his arms. He had been holding George all night, warm and real. It felt comfortable and so right that Dream’s head was spinning. But again, back then, he was an idiot who didn’t understand his feelings.
When George eventually got up, they’d pretended like the incident hadn’t happened. But when Dream left his bedroom for breakfast, there was a dust of blush shading his cheeks.
The flight was long and annoying, but Dream got to have the window seat. George was in the middle, and throughout the entirety of the flight, George’s shoulder was pushed against his. It was a small instance, but even a presence that small made the flight feel much less scary. Even better, was when George suggested they watch Better Call Saul with the plane’s Wi-Fi, and then proceeded to whisper and laugh into Dream’s ear. The flight went by quickly after that.
After they landed and got to the hotel, Dream was shocked to find out that George had canceled his own reservation just so he could be in the same space as Dream. It was to ‘make sure he’s okay at his first event’ and the thought made Dream smile wide.
They were next to Philza, somehow, so Dream took pictures accordingly.
After settling down into the space, unpacking into dressers and one bed, they decided to go down to the convention center to meet some fans. Dream, like the amazing husband he was, had bought matching hats for him and George. One was green and black and the other was blue and red. If he had purposefully bought the DNF flag colors, then nobody else needed to know.
Sapnap had told him the hat looked stupid, but George took the other and put it on without a second thought. The action made Dream’s smile loopy, giddy with the fact that George joined him without a second thought, a parallel to how they had gotten famous all of 2 years prior.
They took pictures with fans and met up with other content creators. It was fun, and Dream’s only regret was wishing George had come sooner so that he could have gone to more events. He liked meeting his fans, loved meeting up with his friends. He saw Sylvee for the first time, and Tina, and Karl, and Quackity, and Ant and Velvet. He met Punz and Foolish and Ranboo, and everyone was so nice to him that he almost cried.
But George was there alongside him, smiling wide like he was born for conventions like this one. He looked pretty in the setting sun’s light, and Dream found himself looking over to George every so often just because he could.
Going back to the hotel room was tiring. Dream really just wanted to sleep, but they had to walk all the way to the hotel, which was far, and George was insistent on Dream giving him a piggyback ride the whole way there, complaining that his feet were hurting. Dream had rolled his eyes, but did it nonetheless.
When they got back to the room, he threw George onto the bed easily. The brunet fought for his life as he tried to pull Dream down too, and when he did, Dream was suddenly hovering over his figure, faces much too close for friends.
Although, as it turned out to be, they were actually married.
George pulled away first, muttering an ‘idiot’ as he went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Dream could only blink. What the fuck. His breath was gone, and his head was spinning, and his hands were all sweaty. He felt like he was dying all because he and George had gotten just a little bit too close for comfort.
And that’s when the final puzzle piece in his brain clicked.
He was an idiot.
And, maybe, that quiz he took was right.
When George came back to bed, he wordlessly made himself comfortable in Dream’s arms. It was the way they’d slept the night before, when anxiety had broken Dream’s nervous system. Only now, there was no anxiety, and it was only them.
Dream obliged with no questions asked because, after all, they were technically married so, really, they were supposed to be doing these types of things.
He made a mental note to talk about it in the morning, although he didn’t know if he would be brave enough to.
The morning came with the sun shining, and as soon as Dream opened his eyes, he knew he was fucked. George was facing him, eyes closed and lips parted sleepily. He looked serene with the sun shining on his face, pretty features made even more gorgeous by the sun.
When he blinked his eyes open, Dream had to pretend he hadn’t been staring, but George didn’t seem to care regardless. He only grinned as he nuzzled his head further into Dream’s chest, falling back into a peaceful somber.
Eventually, afternoon came, and they had a panel to go to. Dream found it fitting that George was sleeping in on their big ‘lore’ panel day. C!George was definitely a spot-on version of actual George, minus the delusions and wars and love triangle, of course.
They got dressed and ate breakfast and made their way back to the convention. Dream wasn’t as nervous as the day before, though. Maybe because he had a good sleep, or maybe because he had slept with George. Didn’t matter, the point was he felt great.
They ended up meeting up with Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity to take a 5/5 picture so the fans would finally be appeased. Dream smiled for the pictures, although somehow, in every single one, he was reaching for George’s touch. He knew the fans would notice, but that was the fun thing. He could drive them crazy until they found out the truth about the visa, about he and George’s fake marriage.
Although, he was starting to think that at least from his side of things, it wasn’t quite so fake anymore.
He was talking to his best friends, happy and excited for his panel, when the day was ruined. Well, ruined was an overstatement, but Dream was frustrated. The panel he was in turned out to be in a small, crappy room that didn’t even have enough seats to fit all the content creators invited. They had to go in time slots, which was absolutely ridiculous.
And the cherry on top really had to be the fact that Dream didn’t have a chair to sit in. He wasn’t the type to be all selfish and demanding, but seriously? They couldn’t have been a little more courteous of his first Twitch event? A little more generous to the person who started the whole server in the first place?
He was mad, but tried not to show it as Quackity was nice enough to share a seat. The only problem with the seat, however, was that it was quite literally the farthest place away from George. He couldn’t reach out to touch the brunet while they were here, couldn’t reassure himself with the brush of a hand or leg.
But it was fine because every so often, when he looked over at George, the brunet was looking back at him. He had a kind smile and raging eyes whenever the host said something stupid. Dream admired the way George looked like he would fight someone if they treated him this way again. He felt special, completely cared for.
The panel was stupid in the end, with the bad fan questions and the goddamn shirt, and every other small thing that ended up going wrong. But afterward George ran up to him and hugged him, and the sensation made him see stars. Like the night before, the brunet fit so perfectly in his arms, like he was meant to be there.
When they disconnected, faces tightly together, Dream had the urge to kiss him right then and there. They were behind the drape now, where no fans could see, so there wouldn’t be a way for his stupid slip-up to get out to the public.
But George closed the distance before he could, placing his lips to the side of Dream’s cheek. The touch was soft and light. It gave Dream butterflies so large that he didn’t even know what to do with himself.
“Good job,” George whispered before leaving Dream alone backstage, alone with unending questions and a heart full of sinking desire.
When they got back to the room last night, the air was different.
George was a lot more jumpy than usual, almost Dream-level. He scattered around the room to clean up and get ready, and either Dream was going crazy, or George had taken a long-ass time in the bathroom, just to come out looking the same amount of gorgeous as usual.
George fell into his arms once more, and this time, Dream couldn’t fight the hum of appreciation that came with it. He was content in the brunet’s arms, happy they were finally together, and also a little bit in love with his best friend.
George nuzzled his head forward until he was looking up. “You like this?” he asked, voice hoarse, rough from being so sleepy.
Dream’s cheeks were pink, but he smiled anyway. “Of course.”
The brunet batted his eyelashes in an endearing way, and Dream blushed even further. “You like me?” George asked, a pout placing itself on his lips.
The blond gulped. He knew it was true, he’d known for a while. But saying the words out loud made it permanent, there was no going back after the admittance.
Although, he supposed, he’d like to have George like this more often. He wanted to hold George all the time, tell him how he felt all the time. He wanted the fake marriage to be real, he wanted the two of them to last.
“Yeah,” Dream said, the words leaving his lips in a breathless whisper.
George grinned and lifted his chin up the slightest bit just to press his lips to the underside of Dream’s chin. They stayed for less than a second, but the action made Dream gasp anyway.
He tilted his head down to look George in the eye, and was surprised to see the brunet laughing. He was giggling, and smiling, and god, he was an idiot.
But then George’s eyes flickered down to Dream’s lips, and Dream was so stunned that he could barely breathe. He could barely breathe and George was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, and oh god, he was moving closer.
“You may now kiss the bride,” George muttered, lips inches away from Dream’s.
The blond hardly had any time to laugh at the ‘joke’ because George’s lips were soon pressed against his. In the crappy lighting of their TwitchCon hotel room, Dream and George were kissing. They were kissing, and they were married, and Dream’s stomach was doing flips because he was so excited.
His hands, previously at George’s waist, around his back, moved upwards until he was holding the brunet’s face. His chin felt heavy in his hands, his skin was soft. But Dream could barely think about that because George’s lips were on his. His soft, gorgeous lips were against his own, and they were pressed together, and it felt like a supernova had gone off inside his stomach.
Kissing George was something he knew he needed all this time, but now, actually kissing George, he knew he needed it like his dying breath. He needed to hold George, to love him and kiss him and care for him, more than anything he’d ever known before.
The thought was scary, but it was George. Dream knew he and George would be okay; they always were.
When the kiss eventually ended due to tired bodies and sleepy brains, George was giggling into Dream’s chest. The blond could hardly do anything besides join in, and then they were laughing with each other. They were laughing in a shitty hotel room after they’d just kissed.
Dream fell asleep that night with a permanent smile etched onto his lips.
In the morning, Dream was still over the moon.
Last night's events were still fresh in his brain, and George was in his arms, and now that they were, like, a thing, he would do all the couple-y stuff he’d wanted to do with George for the longest time.
Today was going to be jam-packed with events, more for George than Dream, so in an effort to wake the brunet up, Dream brushed a hand through the top of George’s hair. He gently brushed the bangs from his eyes and then behind George’s ear, and by the time he’d finished, pretty eyelashes were blinking open, and Dream was met with a gorgeous, smiling man in front of him.
“Morning,” he said, teeth pressed together in a loopy smile.
George scoffed and rolled the other way. Dream, however, knew his tactics well. He’d pretend to be up and ready for the day, just to fall back asleep. So Dream, like the amazing husband he was, wrapped his arms around George’s middle to pull him closer.
The brunet yelped at the movement, but when Dream leaned down to whisper, “Get up, George. Or I’m not kissing you at all today,” the brunet turned around at a moment's notice. He pouted, but a minute later he shuffled upward until his lips were back on Dream’s, just because he could.
Dream pushed him away with a groan. “You haven’t even brushed your teeth yet,” he complained, although he didn’t really care about morning breath one bit, all he cared about was George.
The brunet scoffed, placed one final kiss to Dream’s lips that made the blond stop in his tracks, and pushed himself out of bed to use the bathroom. Dream was left in the bed, starstruck.
After both of them had gotten ready for the Foodbeast panel they were on (Dream, wearing his Sooners jersey because he was devastated at missing the game, and George wearing a blue sweater over his team shirt), there was still around an hour of time before they had to leave.
George decided to go back to bed, and Dream could only scroll through his phone, listening to the brunet’s quiet snores beside him. He was never much of a napper; hell, he could hardly ever really sleep at night. The past couple nights with George, however, had been easier.
He scrolled through his Twitter feed, chuckling every time someone posted a picture of the way he and George looked at each other, or how Dream was always touching him in some way in every single picture. It was instinct, of course, but it was funny when the fans picked up on that sort of stuff. He loved teasing them, especially when it was DNF-related.
The time came to leave, so Dream woke up George and they were off. Before they could leave, however, George grabbed the hat he’d worn two days before, back when they were matching, and shoved it to the top of Dream’s head.
“Now you’re supporting my team,” he said. “Sucks to suck.”
Dream rolled his eyes but kept the hat on regardless. He’d always support George’s team.
Backstage, they meet up with Sapnap and Quackity and Tina, and George made them make stupid Tiktoks that no one besides George enjoyed. But it was cute, so Dream let it slide.
He met his partner, Pizza Princess, and she was cool and confident. The only person Dream could possibly think would be a better partner would’ve been George. But, sadly, it was only gamer x cooking streamers, and even though George tried to be a cooking streamer various times, he was nowhere near as talented as he needed to be.
The games started off well, and Dream’s team was doing surprisingly great. They were winning, and George was doing good too, and every so often Dream found himself smiling at the dumb little things George was doing just because he could. Their tables were next to each other, after all, so he had to seize the opportunity.
But then the guess the food challenge came up, and Dream and Pizza Princess were eliminated. It was fine, though, because sooner or later the fans would have to vote a team back in. He only hoped the fans would want a DNF rivalry enough, that he would be able to go back in competition next to George for the finale.
He did get voted in by a whopping 96%, and came back for the stupid game in the microwave. He could hear the crowd begging for him to go inside with George and Sapnap, but he knew that if he did that, he would only get distracted by George. He’d probably doze off, daydreaming about kissing George again. And that wouldn’t be good, so Pizza Princess went in instead.
It proved to be a good decision when they won by a large amount, all because George and Sapnap couldn’t stop fighting. It was almost laughable, but Dream grew nervous when the points were counted up. He’d be happy if Sapnap won, obviously, but he’d prefer it to be George. The fans would get the cooking stream they’d always wanted, and Dream would get to watch in person as George created food for the judges.
When George’s team was announced as the winners, Dream grinned, and from across the table, George was laughing as well. Sapnap walked away, mumbling ‘cheater’, and then it was only Dream and George’s team left.
The judges walked up to them, asking how they felt. George, being the annoyingly competitive man he was, said, “I’m ready to win.” With the words, he looked Dream right in the eyes and grinned. The blond could only scoff (although his stomach was doing embarrassing somersaults at the brunet’s words).
So, when the mic came to him, he said, “It’s gonna be easy,” grinning right back to the brunet in front of him, where George was only shaking his head, smiling like he knew he would be the champion. They started cooking, and bickered while getting ingredients, and threw food at one another. At one point, Pizza Princess had to yell at him to stop looking at the other side, which was embarrassing.
While they were plating, George dumped water on them, so Dream walked over, stole the potato or whatever the fuck he was cutting, and licked it. The brunet scrunched his nose in distaste and threw it at Dream’s back when he walked away.
The entire time the judges were well, judging, their food Dream was looking at George, smiling stupidly, and trying to bicker as much as possible. But George seemed focused on winning, and only laughed whenever Dream talked to him. Dream found it infuriating, but endearing nonetheless.
The results came out, and with each category announcement of which team did better, one of the two would grin at the other. It was mostly George, however, because his dish was apparently much better than Dream’s. Whatever.
So when George was announced as the winner, Dream wasn’t surprised. He immediately walked over and took George’s wrist in his hands. He wanted to hold his hand, but holding his hand in front of a crowd of people was much too nerve-wracking. So he settled for the wrist instead.
George won, and Dream was so happy for him that he could hardly feel upset about losing.
They ran out together, laughing until they were backstage. They walked back to the room, and as soon as they were behind closed doors, Dream kissed George. He was excited, and much too eager, and although George was laughing at him, he kissed him right back.
They were kissing in their hotel room again, and all Dream could think about was how much he wanted to kiss George publicly, to show the world that the brunet was his. He wanted to wear his wedding ring everywhere, wanted to have people questioning whether they were actually married for a visa or not.
Spoiler alert: they were.
They were kissing, and Dream was in love, and god, George loved him too, probably, assumedly. He couldn’t worry about any of it now, however, because they were kissing. He felt dizzy with each touch.
When George pulled away he was smiling again, and Dream thought he’d always like to see George smiling like that. “I have to get ready,” George said. “I have to be at the thing in like an hour.”
Dream nodded and distracted himself in his phone so that George could get changed. The brunet, however, came out a couple of minutes later, still in his Black Olives t-shirt. “I need a better shirt,” he said, looking to Dream like the blond had the answer.
“Okay,” Dream said, “Do you want to wear one of mine?”
The brunet shook his head. “I brought the red suit because the theme is red, and Karl is bringing me glasses to wear, but I didn’t think about the shirt.” He sighed, falling backward onto the bed with a groan. “I need a stupidly outrageous shirt to wear. It needs to look good.”
Dream laughed at the brunet’s neediness. He knew what George wanted, knew he wanted Dream to buy him an expensive shirt and spoil him so much that he looked stupid. He rolled his eyes, “Do you want to go shopping, then?”
George perked up at that. “Only if you’re paying.”
They ended up going to a Prada store down the street. They hid in the rows of shoes and bags and shirts and even stole a kiss in the back near the dressing rooms. A flowery shirt was their final buy. George had said it looked stupid, but Dream thought George looked stunning.
With the Prada bag in hand, they made their way back to the convention center. George whined about not having enough time to go back to the hotel and change, so Dream was tugged into his dressing room, forced to hold his extra clothes as he changed.
When the Black Olives shirt was finally discarded for the flower shirt, Dream was forced to hold it over his shoulder. George wouldn’t even keep the bag in the dressing room, and complained until Dream ended up just taking it with him.
He kissed George good luck before making his way out to the crowd, still wearing George’s stupid hat, and now holding George’s dumb shirt and leftover Prada bag. He sat by Purpled and other fans, and only when he waved to George from the crowd did he realize his wedding ring was still on.
George was going to kill him if the news got out.
He’d forgotten to take it off before Name Your Price because George had distracted him, and now everyone was going to know that he was married, that he was actually taken. So he hung his head low the whole time, only laughing at George’s jokes when everyone else did (although, he felt like smiling the whole time just because he was in love with the brunet on stage).
The show ended, and he met up with Sapnap in the crowd before meeting up with George and Karl outside the room.
George looked so good with his outfit and messy hair, that Dream involuntarily put a hand around his waist.
It was a mistake, obviously, since their entire fanbase was watching them, but at that moment in time, Dream was so used to holding George that after being separated for so long (a long, grueling hour) he just had to hold him again.
George smiled and shook his head and Dream was so in love that he had to distract himself so that he wouldn’t lean down and kiss George’s lips the way he almost had during Foodbeasts (he’d only seen that picture after the fact. When he actually leaned in, he didn’t even recollect doing so). So he filmed a video of the four of them and posted it on Twitter.
They had dinner with Karl and Sapnap before going back to their hotel room.
There, Dream kissed George again just because he could. He kissed him because he loved him, because George had dominated during Foodbeasts, and that even though George had lost Name Your Price, he was still a winner in Dream’s mind.
They kissed and cuddled together because George was ‘cold’ and apparently Dream was warmer than a blanket. And when the time came for sleep, Dream threaded his fingers through George’s hair and lulled him to sleep.
“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.
George hummed and scooted closer, “Love you too.”
Dream’s heart was bursting with his husband in his arms. He smiled giddily. He was in love, and George loved him too, and they were married.
Although TwitchCon was organized terribly, Dream felt grateful the event had given him this: a sleeping, serene George in his arms, a man that loved him as much as he loved him.
He fell asleep with a full heart and dopey smile, dreaming of he and George’s future, a future where the world eventually found out that they were married and in love. A future that sounded perfect.
He could hardly wait.