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It was not Dream’s day, first he woke up to Milo’s shit on his bed, then there was no more greek yogurt left and the cherry on top, his wrist might never completely heal. When the doctor said he needed surgery, he thought ‘easy, just the surgery and a couple of weeks of wearing a cast’, how stupid of him.
He was sick and tired of the stupid cast, he doesn’t have to wear a cast anymore, just a brace but it’s still annoying. Dream is trying to keep it together but he’s obviously scared of not being able to do his job anymore. He’s aware that at this point he can retire, he has enough passive income and investments so as to not worry for one single day in his life. But that’s not why he does it, he likes playing Minecraft, he likes being a good player and most importantly he likes making videos, Dream is not ready to give that up.
He sulks all the way home, not even bothering to take a detour to get some food or to go to the grocery store to get more greek yogurt. Before realizing it the gate of the house opens for him and he drives to the garage, he parks the car and stays behind the wheel staring at the wall in front of him with the car turned off. It starts to get hot after a couple of minutes so he sighs in defeat and gets out of the car.
Dream enters the house, George is sitting at the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone. When he realizes Dream is there he looks up from his phone and smiles. “Hey, how’d it go?” George asks kindly, but his smile quickly disappears after he realizes Dream is not in a good mood.
Dream inhales deeply and shakes his head, not feeling up for talking.
“What? What happened? Is something wrong with your wrist?” George hops off of the counter and walks up to Dream.
“It’s cooked,” Dream laughs without humor. “I’m such an idiot for waiting so long to get it checked,” he groans in frustration.
George stands in front of him. “You are, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You went and you got it fixed and you’ll be okay,” he stands next to Dream and rubs his back soothingly. Dream avoids eye contact at all costs.
“You don’t know that,” Dream says a little snappy, George’s hand on his back stops for a second but then he continues his comforting motion. “The doctor said that it’s not looking good, he said that there’s a possibility I won't recover the full function on my wrists like, ever,” he sighs shakily.
George brings his other hand up and squeezes Dream’s bicep. “But that also means there’s a possibility you will, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he removes his hands from Dream and stands in front of him again so Dream is forced to make eye contact with him.
“I guess,” Dream says reluctantly.
“Did you eat?” George questions. Dream doesn’t respond, just gives George a loop sided smile, he rolls his eyes. “Well, I haven’t eaten either,” George shrugs, turns around and starts walking towards the living room.
Dream frowns. “Let’s just order something,” he follows suit.
George turns back around wearing a self-satisfied smile. “Great idea,” he drops on the couch. “But none of that weird healthy food that you usually order, I want a steak or something,” George asserts.
“Fine, what if we get those burgers from the place I was telling you about?” Dream says sitting down next to George on the couch.
“Fine, but for your sake I hope they’re not trash,” George retorts.
Dream scoffs and takes out his phone from his pocket opening Doordash. “What do you mean for my sake?” He asks amused, starting to add things to his cart.
“You heard me,” George responds sassily. “I’ll ban you from ordering food to this house,” he leans closer to see what Dream is ordering. Dream turns the phone so George can see better, when they're done and Dream places the order he groans.
“It says it’ll be here in between forty five minutes to an hour,” Dream complains.
“Yeah, well. That’s what we get for living in the middle of nowhere,” George shrugs.
Dream drops his phone on the couch next to him. “Ugh, I should probably take a shower,” he lays his head on the back of the couch and stares at the ceiling.
George hums. “You should, you stink.”
Dream frowns and turns his head to George. “No, I don’t,” it’s his weak retort. George smirks and stands up from the couch. “Wait, where are you going?” Dream pouts.
George rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, I’ll draw you a bath,” he says and turns around, walking towards Dream’s room.
Dream feels his cheeks heat up and his stomach flutter. He obediently gets up from the couch and follows George into his room. George doesn’t waste any time and is already filling up the bathtub, rummaging through Dream’s bathroom counter looking for his bath products. Dream stands at the door smiling fondly at the sight in front of him, George can be really sweet when he wants to.
“I knew you’d have a stupid bath bomb, salts and all that shit,” George exclaims when he finds what he was looking for.
Dream giggles. George turns around, facing the tub, and starts pouring in the things he retrieved. When he’s satisfied with the level of water and the amount of products in the bathtub he turns off the faucet and stores the bath product back into the counter. George stands in front of Dream and just stares at his eyes for a seconds, George’s eyes wandering through Dream’s face, he feels exposed and blushes furiously.
“Let me help you,” George says softly, Dream nods.
George brings his hands down to the hem of Dream’s shirt and tugs lightly, Dream gets the message and lifts his arms, allowing George to take off his shirt. George helps him undress gently and innocently, not taking it anywhere. Dream feels like crying at being treated with so much care and understanding.
When he’s down to only his boxers George brings his hands to Dream’s wrist. He looks up at Dream asking for permission, Dream nods, indicating it’s okay for him to continue. George unfastens the brace and removes it delicately. When he’s done, George takes a step back, his cheeks pink. “You can keep those if you like,” George says flustered, signaling to Dream’s boxers and looking everywhere but him.
Dream rolls his eyes and giggles. He takes off his brief without a second thought, it’s not like George hasn’t seen him naked before. He walks past a wide eyed and very flustered George, getting in the tub and sinking into the suds. Dream immediately relaxes into the warm and comforting water, enjoying the smell of the bath bomb and salts George chose.
He closes his eyes for a second and hears footsteps coming towards him, he opens his eyes and sees George sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “You shouldn’t do that, your shorts will get wet,” Dream points out.
George smirks but doesn’t take the opportunity to make a dirty joke. “That’s okay, I don’t mind,” he says fondly.
Dream feels like crying again, his chest filling with love. George takes Dream’s shampoo from the side of the bathtub and pours some on his hands, lathering the product and bringing his hands to Dream’s hair. He massages Dream’s scalp and makes sure to thoroughly wash his hair, Dream with his eyes closed and enjoying George’s ministrations. When George is satisfied with his work, he reaches for the body wash and follows the same process but this time to wash Dream’s body.
When he gets to Dream’s injured wrist, he stops and brings Dream’s hands to his lips, leaving a delicate and soft kiss on the mildly swollen area. Dream smiles and blushes. “It’s going to be okay,” George whispers and lets go of Dream’s arm. “Even if the odds are not in your favor and your wrist doesn't fully recover, it’ll be okay,” George reassures.
“But what if it’s not though?” Dream inhales shakily. ”What if I’m not able to play again? I’m not going to be able to make videos anymore and I will literally have to retire, what will I do then?” He slumps into the bathtub, sulking again.
George scoffs. “You’re such a drama queen,” he says fondly. “If that’s the case then we’ll figure it out,” George runs his fingers through Dream’s damp curls. “We’ll come up with something for you so you can continue making videos, you made it once I know you could do it again,” he smiles softly at Dream. “You could be on my streams and videos,” George gasps, getting an idea and dropping his hands from Dream’s hair. “Maybe you can be my manager, I want thirty million subscribers and you could live vicariously through me,” he says excitedly.
Dream scoffs, finally letting George’s reassuring words sink in. “You’re such an idiot,” he smiles fondly at George.
George leans down, his face just a breath away from Dream’s, and stares intensely into his eyes. “It’ll be okay,” he whispers. George’s eyes dropping to Dream’s lips, Dream swallows, his lips opening slightly in anticipation. George’s eyes wander back to Dream’s, apparently finding what he was looking for because he closes the small distance between them and interlocks his lips with Dream’s.
Dream sighs in relief, this kiss being exactly what he needed it to get out of his head. Every time they kiss is always magical, a kiss from George could make Dream forget his own name. The kiss is short but sweet.
“Okay?” George whispers against his lips when the kiss is broken.
Dream nods, still slightly out of breath. “Okay,” he whispers, still dazed.
“Good,” George says and pads his cheek condescendingly. He sits down properly and takes a towel from the rack and stands up from the bathtub. “Let’s get you out of here, the water’s getting cold,” he holds the towel up for Dream.
Dream stands up and gets out ungracefully, stepping directly into the towel George offers. George helps him to wrap it around his body. “Thank you George,” he smiles down at George, he returns Dream’s smile.
George takes out his phone from his pocket and checks the time. “Ugh, I think the food will be here soon. Why don’t I take care of it, you get yourself dry and join me in the living room afterwards,” George instructs.
Dream smirks. “What? You want me to go out there naked? What if Sapnap comes back from wherever he went?” He teases.
George rolls his eyes but smiles fondly. “You’re an idiot,” he complains. “Get dressed and join me on the couch,” he turns around and gets out of the bathroom.
Dream stands there smiling like an idiot, George always knows how to cheer him up.