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Dream has been rejected a couple of times for the past two to three years for valentines day hence leading to him being alone for the day of love.
Sure, he could go out, have fun and hang out with some friends on that day but he spent it rotting in his room, spending time on his computer on a call with the same person who rejected him.
Sad, isn't it?
Well, he'd rather spent it with a guy who lives an ocean away than with someone who he barely talks to solely because his years of content creation and getting famous and also faceless leads him trapped in his room.
This year though, on valentines day, he has someone, and his streak of being alone on valentines day decreased to zero.
Furthermore, his valentine's date is the same person who's the reason he is alone on this same day for the past years.
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Dream has always been charming. The one you see on tv where the guy gives the woman a bouquet after work or before going on a date or asking them out. He's always the one who opens the door before they enter or hold their hand on a huge step.
His mom has always instructed him to treat his partner like he treats his car or jewelry but he has as never been a big fan of cars and such.
He wonders if the advice was better at all, objectifying a human being. And so, his curiosity about caring for partners guides him to romance movies and so on.
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‘The sheets felt cold’. His first thought was when he woke up. He pats the bed at his empty side, a certain warmth missing.
He rubs his eyes, ushering himself off the bed, stretching after his bones felt stiff. He plays with his hair, messy bed hair he was not so fond of.
He wiggles out of the room, looking at the hallways as if he lost his mother. The stairs seemed longer than initially and his steps were heavier in the morning causing him to slow down.
There was a little sound of sizzling and a small humming heard from the kitchen so he fasten his pace.
‘George!’ his mind shouts as if he was a dog who found his owner. If he has a tail, it would probably be wagging right now.
Dream wraps his arm around his partner’s waist, hiding his face in George’s neck. George jumps a bit, shocked by the sudden warm contact.
“Hey, baby,” George murmurs, his unoccupied hand rubbing Dream’s hand. “Did you sleep well?” He questioned, looking up at Dream, he looked so soft and cuddly. The way his t-shirt was wrinkly from sleep and the size of the shirt a little massive.
Dream nodded furiously and smiles.
This was their first valentines day, together physically and as lovers. They didn't have any plans, a ‘surprise’ George said after he asked him to him his valentines day the other day.
It warmed Dream’s heart when George’s hands were filled with a bouquet and a chocolate box. He's such a romantic.
Dream snuggles into George’s neck deeper if possible, leaving small kisses on his neck.
George sighs, patting Dream’s head as he moves to transfer the food to a plate.
“Breakfast is ready,” George’s words lace with a smile. They eat together, with their hands clasped together and the kitchen filling with sweet murmurs of love.
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“Do I look good?” Dream looks up in the mirror, glancing at George who was leaning at the doorframe.
George couldn't look more in love than right now. He nods his head down, instructing Dream to come forward.
He paddles toward his partner with a slight smile, his hands behind his back.
His hands were like magnets to George’s waist when they were mere inches near, attaching oh so easily.
George fixes Dream’s collar, sleeves, and tie.
They were going to a fancy restaurant which alarms Dream, spitting panic words, ‘but I don't have a suit! I would look bad wearing casuals’ and he pouts and George just wants to put him in his pockets.
George surprises Dream by buying him a suit, matching his which was royal blue and dark green.
“You look handsome,” George breathes out, pecking his lover’s lips which causes Dream to blush deep red.
George laughs, patting Dream’s chest. “Let's go or we’ll lose our seats,” and off they go.
It was valentines day, so the restaurant was crowded and full of couples wouldn't be so shocking.
They were right for wearing a suit because everyone looked like they were made out of gold.
The waiter led them to their seat and Dream fiddles with his suit, aware of how ‘rich’ everyone in the room looked and he worries he would look like the odd one out.
“You look fine love,” George smiles at him, pulling his hand out and putting it on the table in front of them.
Dream sighed in relief and clamped their hands together. They weren't really scared of being out, not afraid of showing their love in public.
They wanted everyone to know they were together since they have an issue of being ‘jealous’ when someone flirts with one of them.
It wasn't that they didn't trust each other, they both just were insecure, a guy and a guy dating was a ‘weird’ odd situation everyone with eyes that judges would see. Homophobic is still a thing and they are afraid of criticism.
They have tried, multiple times, to overcome their fear of it happening to them. Afraid that someone would come to them and starts to talk about God and how they will go to hell.
At first, it was just walking side by side closely and then it improves to holding hands and kissing each other, not so intimately but on the cheeks, to calling them their nicknames in public.
It progresses as they go on and they still have that fear but overcoming together wouldn't be so hard.
Their food arrives, and the waiter gave them roses as a gift for valentines day. They eat and chat, and normally they would quickly finish their food and go home, but they were here to spend time.
As they pay, Dream holds George’s waist, nudging him closer and murmuring soft words to make George giggle and blush.
George brings up the idea of walking after waiting and Dream, who couldn't disagree, agrees.
“How was today?” George asked, tightening and squeezing Dream’s hand. Dream squeezed back, humming a ‘yes’.
“Would you like to do anything after this?” George smiles up at him. All day was spent with George's ideas and plans and now it was Dream’s turn.
Dream stops.
He pulled George to him and held his waist, smiling at him as if the whole universe is in a front of him. Might as well be it.
“I love you,” Dream murmurs, and George hums ‘mhm’. He wasn't very verbal at times like this when he was shy. “I love you so much, I wish to spend my life with you,” he continues, reaching up to cradle George’s face.
“You're my universe, my path, my life, and my light. You're everything that I couldn't get in this world. You're someone I could afford to lose. Someone, I would die for. I love you so much that this world couldn't afford to explain how strong my feelings are for you,” Dream confesses.
The tears in George’s eyes build up and he laughs, hugging Dream so right he fears he would lose his breath. George laughs out through the tears.
He laughs and cries when Dream starts pecking his lips, nose, eyes, cheek, forehead, and the corner of his lips, and he cries when his lips linger on George’s.
“I love you too,” George manages to get out, petting Dream, and George’s eyes could tell a whole universe, tell them how much he loves this man in front of him.
“Happy valentines day, my love” Dream whispers to George.