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Dream is planning George‘s birthday this year, and that‘s exactly why he panics over every single little thing.
The cake has to be perfect, George doesn‘t like things being too sweet, which is why Dream ordered a custom cake, made by one of the top bakeries in town.
It was nicely decorated with a baby blue flower and pearls around. Dream found a way to place a little edible clay minion in there, and it was absolutely perfect.
The decorations were all blue, many different shades and tones, they were also custom ordered. The balloons were blue, his present wrapping was blue, pretty much everything he could make blue – was blue.
Sure, Sapnap had told him multiple times that maybe he went a bit overboard with the blue, but honestly, he wants George to experience his birthday in colour, and if blue is the one he can see the best, then so be it.
The gift was the hard part, from everyone he asked around (all George's friends, he even called his mum), all of them had the same answer: he‘ll be fine with anything, he‘s just glad you‘re there.
That made his heart melt in the best way possible, but it made his brain panic and start to overthink.
This is George‘s second birthday in Florida, the first one Dream was too sick to get out of bed for, this one has to go amazing, he needs to make up for last time.
“What are you up to?” George sneaks up behind Dream, who immediately slams his notebook shut.
“Nothing. Uh- I- I was just like, you know, writing music ideas.”
“You’re a terrible liar you know that?” George chuckles and opens the top cabinet to grab a mug. “D’you want tea?” He asks, the smile on his face audible.
Dream already knew that George saw at least a sentence of his birthday ideas for him, yet, keeping himself together, he played it off.
“Since when do you drink tea?” He asks, huffing.
“I’m in the mood now,” He says simply, turning to Dream, “Just like I’m in the mood for you to give me a kiss.”
Dream chuckles and walks over to the brunet, leaning down he presses a soft kiss on to the boy's lips and pulls away.
George gently puts his hands on the younger's cheeks, cupping them, “Don’t overthink this too much, okay?”
“I just want you to have a good birthday, while I’m finally not sick.” He holds Georges hands, he turns them and lightly presses another kiss, this time on his knuckles.
George smiles, “Any birthday with you, is a good birthday.”
Dreams heart melts just by looking at the brunet standing in front of him. To have that pretty smile, dough eyes and fluffy hair next to him every single day, meters apart. No ocean, just a simple, gentle touch away.
In his heart he knows George will be happy with anything that he gives him, but this time, since he has a chance to make things perfect, he’ll do his best to not mess up his birthday. He wants to impress his boyfriend, he wants to be the only one for him, and he wants George to be his.
With how much planning Dream has done, there really should be no problem setting everything up, he just needs a little help, and for someone to distract George.
“Don’t you need to be heading to Larray’s?” Dream reminds, chuckling softly.
George stumbles back, “Oh, I was like, running ten minutes late already.” He says softly. “He can wait for a bit longer, right?”
“George...” The blond sighs. “Come on now, chop chop.”
George gasps, “Wow, so that’s how much you love your boyfriend huh? You want me to leave?” he giggles, furrowing his eyebrows.
“You’re not getting the present I bought you if you stay.”
“Fine, Idiot.” He runs to the door, quickly putting his shoes on and grabbing his backpack. “Bye!”
Dream waves him goodbye and once the door shuts, he gets back to thinking where exactly he should put the decorations. Someone was supposed to help him (It was Sapnap), but he had to pick up people from the airport instead.
He sighs deeply, sniffing, remembering that he has a stuffy nose. George said it might be a cold, but obviously the taller absolutely refused, he can’t be sick on George’s birthday again. To him, it would feel like he was doing it on purpose, getting sick every November just to miss his partners birthday, exactly the reason why he tried staying inside two weeks before his birthday as much as possible.
With twitch Con, it obviously didn’t work out very well, but once he got home, he did pretty much everything to not get sick.
He had ridiculous amounts of tea, slept longer than he should’ve, anytime he sensed a headache coming, he immediately took something to calm it down. Every precaution that can be taken, was took. And he still got a stuffy nose.
Sniffling while hanging the decorations was awful. He kept breathing in too much and getting dizzy, almost falling of the chair when he tried to fix the fairy lights.
Then he had to catch patches, because her brilliant little mind decided to steal the blue streamers and run off upstairs with them.
“Patchy, baby,” Dream kept calling, gently shaking the bag of treats in his hand.
Once he finally found her, the streamers were thankfully okay, and she didn’t absolutely tear them apart.
When it came time to pick up the cake, he panicked, dizziness kicking in. Every single time he tries to do one nice thing for his boyfriend, it has to fall apart to matter what. It pisses him off and it makes him want to cry. Yet he has to stand up and drive that car about twenty minutes away from his house.
Getting in the car was easy, driving was the difficult part. His fevers get so bad to the point where his eyes blur and he can barely read sighs. Not that he’s sick, of course, it’s just a coincidence.
Sighing, he steps back into his house and calmly puts the cake down, being gentle and careful, he almost dropped it while heading out of the bakery, which would’ve probably been his last breaking point.
Last thing for him to do was to prepare the table, then Hannah is supposed to help him with the food.
The day she mentioned she was great at putting together charcuterie boards, he knew she was the right person to go to for birthdays.
Preparing the actual table was supposed to be easy, a simple task pretty much no one could mess up.
But, Dream with his fuzzy mind and wild headache, dropped multiple plates in the process, he ended up dirtying the cloth he was supposed to put over the table, and he had no idea how to build the cookie tower set.
Sighing, silent tears streaming down his face, he calls Sapnap.
“Sup, we’re like twenty minutes away.” He answers, happy, content.
He almost thinks selfishly for a second, wishing that someone else cared this much and not him. Caring hurts. And he hates that it stings like a wasp.
“Hey,” His voice breaks, and he chokes on his own tears.
Crying because he wanted so bad to please his lover, so bad to give that love back to George, he was so excited to spend his birthday together, dancing, having fun and eating cake.
Yet no matter what, the world never plays out that way.
“Woah, woah, woah. You alright man?” Sapnap asks on the other end. He hears him speed up a bit, rushing to get home.
“I’m sick. Tell- tell George and,” his breath shakes. “Say that I’m going to miss it.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he hangs up and goes upstairs to his room.
Lying in bed he overthinks. Am I being a bad boyfriend?
He’s always tried to do his best for everyone, he gives his everything to George and he never complains about anything. He loves.
And George loves too.
When he thinks about love, he sees two different things. His type of love, and George’s love.
His love is words, affection, physical touch. He’ll tell you he loves you and will shower his boyfriend with kisses any time he asks.
George’s love is different. It’s soft looks and sentimental value. It’s objects and it’s memories.
It’s light-hearted smiles and tiny giggles. It’s the love for love.
Thinking about his love, Dreams sleepiness kicks in. Like a lullaby, he hears George’s voice tell him I love you, and closing his eyes, he falls asleep.
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Waking up, he hears a soft hum from his side, then, a soft touch follows. It lightly slides across his cheek, forehead and gently stops at his nose. A singular tap, and then it slides to his cheek again.
Eyes fluttering open, the gentle touch backs away, and Dream sighs.
At his side, is George, sitting on his bed. Dream’s head on the brunet's lap, while he gently plays with his hair.
Dream sighs, content. He shuts his eyes once more and relaxes into the elder's hand.
He hears the same tune hummed as before, this time quieter and more careful.
It reaches into Dreams heart, and it melts for a moment. He’s never felt so full of love.
“Hello,” A soft whisper above him, it echoes in his head a few times before he can hear it.
Opening his eyes, he’s met with a soft smile and a blush-filled face.
“Hi,” he whispers back, voice crackling, hurting.
George giggles and gently puts a finger on his own lips, muttering a ‘sh’. “I made you tea.”
Dream stills, confused for a second. Then, it all floods back.
“Holy shit George- I’m so-“ He quickly sits up, then he’s interrupted by a hand pressed to his mouth.
The brunet holds back a tiny giggle, and kisses Dream’s nose. “I said to be quiet, there’s nothing to worry about.” He smiles gently, “I know you’re upset, and I know you wanted this to go perfectly,”
The blond frowns, he failed at his one and only task.
“But I care about you, Dream. I care about your health, and I want you to rest.” The look of worry on George’s face is evident. It breaks Dream into a million pieces, and he wants to cry again.
And at the same time, his heart melts, he falls into his boyfriend's hands and hugs him tighter than ever before.
As George rubs soothing circles into his back, he sobs. He sobs for love, for things going wrong. He sobs for the most important thing in his world – George.
The brunet gently pulls away, and kisses his nose, smiling fondly.
And it’s like Dream is falling in love all over again. His eyes shine bright, and his smile makes his heart beats faster.
George cups his cheeks, sighing, “Now, about that tea?”
Dream smiles back at him, and when handed tea, he sneaks a quick peck onto George’s cheek.
“You’re gonna get me sick too, idiot.” He laughs, pretending to try and rub the kiss away.
He gently sits up and tells him to wait a minute. The blond watches as he stands up and walks out of the door.
His heart shatters and he can’t help but cry again. Never in his life did he think he’d end up with such a loving, caring boyfriend.
And he can’t give it back.
No matter how much he tries to, it will never be enough.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” George appears in front of him, holding a plate with a piece of the blue cake he bought.
Dream smiles, “Hmm, brought me the cake I bought for you huh?”
“Yeah, honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen this much blue in my life.” He laughs as he sits down next to Dream, handing him the plate.
The younger goes red for a second, thinking about how much blue there really was. He guessed that Sapnap would’ve been right, hr did do too much with the blue.
George notices his red face and giggles, “At least I can see my own birthday.”
Dream’s face gets ever redder and the brunet next to him can’t help but start laughing. He gently hits his shoulder and kisses his cheek again.
“Oh! I have a present for you!” Dream suddenly remembers, standing up, putting the cake down and opening his drawer to take out a small blue box.
“I mean, I hope so,” George giggles. “What type of boyfriend would get me nothing for my birthday?”
“Wow, so I’m not enough, Georgie?” He asks, sitting back down.
“Nope.” The brunet giggles again.
Dream rolls his eyes, and carefully passes George his present.
The older takes his sweet time to open it up, laughing and making jokes while doing so, but when he opens the box, his face stills.
“Happy birthday, baby.” Dream smiles.
A heart pendant, with a picture of him, Dream and Sapnap inside. It’s silver and it shines once the sunlight hits it. In the very middle, the letter ‘G’ is carved out. It’s cursive and it’s pretty.
“Dream...” he smiles, eyes glossy. He carefully puts it on and then looks at his boyfriend.
The hug and kiss was sudden, but it was one of the best things he’s ever felt.
Love and passion shared between the two minds, lips dancing together in union. The kiss almost felt magical.
The both of them wanted this moment to never end. To stay in Dream’s bed forever, just like this.
Without a doubt, no matter how much Dream thought he messed up this day for his boyfriend, he was happy. And George was happy to.
The happiest birthday he’s ever had.