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Dream woke up, absorbing the warmth of Sapnap sleeping next to him. Turning over he reached for his phone, only for his hand to be slapped away. His head took a sharp turn to find the culprit. Sapnap leaning over him.

“Why’d you do that?” Dream whispered furiously. Not wanting to wake the still sleeping man on the far side of the bed.

“Because you were going to check Twitter.” Sapnap whispered back, tone accusatory.

Dream frowned, “I was not.”

“Then what were you going to do.” Sapnap asked, face smug.

Floundering Dream huffed, “I was going to look at fanart.”

“On Twitter?” Sapnap said, knowing he’d won.

“On Twitter.” Dream answered, finally admitting defeat.

“What are we doing?” A deeper than normal british voice asked. Both men turned finding George rubbing sleep out of his eyes, yawning softly.

“Convencing Dream to not open Twitter.” Sapnap responded.

George nodded, “good. Don’t go on Twitter. Come over here. Sapnap, move.”

Striking an offended face Sapnap rolled over Dream shoving him into the middle. “Get cuddled, bitch.”

“What? You can’t just- force cuddle me.” Dream objected. As it turned out, he was wrong. Force cuddling was totally a thing. And it happened to him.

Sapnap had shifted on his side, hugging Dream. George curled next to him, his leg intertwined with Dream’s. And Dream found he had no inclination to move, at all.

The morning was fairly early as they chatted it away. Random topics, weird topics, tiktoks they’d come across, just, boyfriend things.

It was pleasant. And Dream found the longer they talked the less he worried about Twitter, and he fanbase, and discourse. He just, wasn’t worried. He had these two loving people. Right here. On him. Literally.

Eventually the topic of breakfast came up. And eventually they decided to go to a small more local bakery on the fringes of downtown.

Slowly and reluctantly they got out of bed and started to brush their teeth and get dressed. Exchanging quick soft kisses the entire time.

Shifting through his third of the closet Dream eventually resorted to rooting through their dresser finding a large forest-y green he remembered George liked to wear occasionally. Slipping it on the sleeves were wide and the fabric soft.

Looking back through his part of the closet he found a pale pair of off-white overalls made of a worn feeling fabric similar to something you’d expect cargo pants to be made of. Slipping it on he buttoned the straps, shimmying to let everything fall into place.

Tugging out his necklace chain it revealed a small white clay disc with a smile on it. Running a hand through his hair he looked out the window. It showed itself to be a soft warm day. The sky big and bright blue, a few fluffy white clouds drifting across it. The sun shining brightly.

One of Sapnap’s beanies lays disregarded on the edge of their bed. The other two already migrated downstairs. Picking it up he tugged it onto his head. Ruffling the front part of his hair.

Grabbing his wallet and keys Dream headed downstairs. Quickly greeted by his boyfriends.

“Aww, you’re so <em>cute</em>.” George coo’d. Reaching up onto his tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Is that my beanie?” Sapnap asked.

“Maybe.” Dream answered evasively.

“It looks good on you.” Sapnap decided.

George opened the front door, giving Patches one last pet. “Come on, let’s go. I want to eat.”

“Alright, we’re coming.” Dream called after him.

George snickered immaturely.

“George!” Dream responded softly, smile evident on his face.

“Watcha need?” George asked curiously.

Dream shrugged, shuffling closer, “I need to not be Dream right now.

George nodded, opening his arms. “Who do you need to be right now then?”

Dream walked over, closing the distance between them. “I don’t want to be everyone else’s Dream, I want to be your Dream.”

“Alright, come on. Up you go.” George encouraged. Dream climbed into his lap, letting his head fall on George’s shoulder.

Settling down, Dream let his eyes slant tiredly, “thank you.”

“No problem Dream.” George responded, shifting his chair back to his desk. “I’m going to keep playing okay?”

“Yeah, you keep playing.” Dream said vaguely, already drifting out.

Ruffling Dream’s hair with his hand comfortingly he started a new game. Last game long time lost.

Dream was content to lay there listening to George talk occasionally as he played. It was comforting, just laying there. Everything about George, his voice, his smell, his general presence.

He needed this, to just exist as a person with George. Where they could pretend they were just average people. Where “Dream” was just a nickname, and George was just playing a video game for fun in his spare time.

And I distinctly remember thinking that how it would work would be a little like this:

When not controlling his character Dream’s Minecraft self would start moving towards George by itself

There would be a pull that would drag Dream’s character towards George as he ran making it hard to function or go straight in any way

If a certain distance away from George’s character Dream would loose his sprint ability

If George was to hit or attack Dream, Dream would be dealt x2 amount of damage and loose sprint as “temporary heartbreak”

The character would automatically try to follow George’s character unless Dream the person took control back and stopped himself.

If any other character was to interact with George Dream’s character would start loosing hearts until he was in a certain proximity of George and the other person.

If anything was to inflict any damage onto George if Dream were to hit them his damage onto them would be doubled.

dream throwing himself dramatically into george’s arms and being all giggly about when he ends up being held + trying to kiss his cheek. even better if it’s pre relationship and we have dnf go “haha i am feeling normal things about this :)”

Yay! An ask, let’s gooo!

“George, George,” Dream called dramatically, “I’m going to faint, catch me.”

Of course against his usual nature, George actually does jog quickly towards Dream as he makes his dramatized downward descent, and catches him. Unfortunately for George, this means his legs give out and he falls with Dream’s torso leaned against his lap.

Dream laughs, a bit surprised George had even put in the effort to try and catch him, “my savior, you saved me George.”

“Whatever idiot,” George rolled his eyes, his hand betraying him as it settled on Dream’s shoulder, almost possessively.

They stay there, saying nothing, Dream looks up at George, seeing him from a new angle. His jawline seems sharper, and Dream can feel George breathing as his stomach rises and falls.

George is looking at something else, the hand on his shoulder subconsciously moving to run through Dream’s hair. Dream’s eyes flutter as George plays with his hair.

Dream takes in more details, the small freckles, a small scar on his nose, how his cheekbones seemed ever so slightly more obvious, the way his lips were so smooth from his lip balm, how George’s lower lip jutted out and how his cupid bow dipped into his wide lips. And maybe Dream should be under George more often if this was how good he looked from below.

Where did that thought come from? Dream shook his head mentally, clearing it. He shifted his gaze back to George’s cheeks, a soft sunburn on the top, a small freckle just right to kiss.

George glanced down at Dream, smiling warmly, silently urging Dream to sit up higher on his lap with a hand. Obeying Dream shifted, looking down at the Tiktok George was showing him; unable to really take the video in, George’s face was so close to his.

Leaning against George’s chest Dream felt his heartbeat thrumming from his throat, he let his shoulders deflate. The sound was relaxing, George’s hand settled back in Dream’s hair, gently scratching his head. George’s bare skin was right against his cheek and without really thinking he kissed it.

George’s hand stopped carding through Dream’s hair, making Dream stifle a tired whine. “Dream?”

Realizing what he’d done Dream was quick to attempt and backtrack, “I didn’t mean- well- I wasn’t- it was a reward, for catching me,” Dream finished lamely, accepting his punishment.

George’s hand travelled down Dream’s face, holding his cheek, making him face George. “Oh? A reward?”

“Yeah, just a little reward. Yeah, that’s all.” Dream doubled down, ignoring his heart trying to break out of his chest.

“Then I guess I’ll could give you a reward for being the best person I could ever ask to be my friend?” George asked curiously.

Dream could only look up at him helplessly, at his hot best friend, “yeah, of course,” he said with as much false confidence as he could muster.

George smiled, “good,” and then he kissed Dream, on the lips; and Dream learned, George was good at this. He had complete control, even as Dream kissed back, and oh god he kissed him back.

George broke it off, leaving Dream with lips covered in spit and a craving for more. “That was a good reward, thanks for being such a great friend.”

There is something so interesting about sitting beside Dream as he played the newest fnaf game. Security breech.

He’d known Dream didn’t really like horror. Dream had told him before. So George didn’t know what was endearing to him watching Dream play this game, scared out of his wits.

Realistically George knew the only game Dream really could play was Minecraft. And it made sense. It was the one game Dream could really continuously focus on, a passion of his. Of theirs, although arguably it was a much stronger passion of Dream’s.

George was content to just kinda sit there watching Dream play, giving instructions occasionally. It was natural to him, he didn’t know why. But it was.

Dream was objectively one of the easiest people to jump scare or put on edge with any type of horror that George had met beyond maybe secondary. But that was part of what he found so endearing.

When Dream did get scared, and it was often. His eyes would either be wide open or be screwed shut. No in between. His voice was shaky and would turn to look at George.

Sometimes he just looked at George for reassurance. Others he would grab at George for that reassurance, a grounding feeling. Usually his shoulder or wrist. Holding on for dear life.

But the most endearing was where they were already scrunched together on the albeit wider than necessarily standard office chair Dream would turn eyes shut and bury his face into George’s shoulder as he complained about whatever current issue he was having with the game and how it “terrified” him.

George would gently comfort him and take over the game himself for a little bit and Dream would remove himself still leaning on George a bit and take over the mouse and keyboard again.

It was sweet to George. That Dream would instantly seek out his comfort. Or maybe that was just because he was the closest. Or maybe it was something else. Either way, it was sweet. Sweet to see Dream be something other than assured in his actions. Just as a person. As George’s friend, not co-worker.

Friend… that didn’t seem like the right word. But George didn’t have a better one to use. So friend would be correct, but it felt wrong. Like a puzzle piece that looks right for the missing spot in the puzzle but still doesn’t fit. It’s close, but not quite right to fit in without some shoving and struggle. So you know there’s a better one in that pile, yet it’s so close so you keep it close as a placeholder until you find the right piece and the right place for the other piece.

Thank you @terra1ncognita your mild fluff shot, jealousy style, garnished with established relationship, served with a domestic family dynamic right here. Enjoy!

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“George, help me with my math homework. Please!” Dream heard his younger sister whine from the living room.

“Yeah sure, what do you need help with?” Dream heard his boyfriend asked. George. He wanted to see George. Maybe he’d drop by the kitchen.

Walking down the hall Dream headed into the living room. Looking at his sibling and his boyfriend sitting at the bar that separate the kitchen and the living room. A piece of paper in front of his sister.

Dream walked into the kitchen taking a bowl and three glasses down. Filling the glasses with orange juice and the bowl with goldfish he slid the bowl and two glasses over. Taking his own glass and heading back upstairs. Not thinking much of it.

-

So that moment in the kitchen might’ve been the start. Of his cat, his mom, his dad, his sister, stealing his boyfriend.

Whenever they were over, which was often. George was always talking with one of them. Chatting with his sister about ideas and chaotic things. His mother about life and things they’d seen. His father about stories about Dream, the more technicalities of life.

And then Patches. Who loved snuggling with George, sitting in his lap, grabbing his attention away.

Unfortunately this left little time alone with Dream. Well there was plenty time alone to most. But to Dream who was used to having George’s attention 24/7. He didn’t particularly like it.

So he decided to actually talk about it with George.

“So, what did you need?” George asked, looking at Dream from beside him on the couch.

Dream glanced down at his hands awkwardly not sure how to start, “you know how my family comes over a lot to see us. And stuff?”

George tilted his head confused but nodded nonetheless, “yeah?”

“It’s kinda stupid now that I-”

“Dream your feelings aren’t stupid, keep going.” George cut in, cutting off Dream’s to be ramble of making himself shut and down and invalidating his own feelings.

“Yeah sorry, uh. I don’t know. You spend like a lot of time with them when their here. And you kinda spend less time with me?” Dream finished weakly.

“Are you jealous baby?” George asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Dream looked embarrassed, “may, be?”

“It’s okay, it’s fine. I’ll include you more in the discussion and stuff. Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

Dream visibly relaxed. “Thank you George, your the best.”

“I try.”

-

Dream hovered by the doorway watching George talk with his mom. Just watching. George glanced up, spotting him. “Dream!” He said cheerfully, “com’re love. We were just talking about that bird we saw yesterday. The one we couldn’t figure out the name of?”

Then that feeling of dripping guilt and anxiety hit. A cold sludge that oozed down his shoulders over his chest down to settle in his stomach. Vines climbing up his throat.

Panic filled him. His voice was distant as he kept talking. As the words kept spilling out. The next thing he really knew was the podcast had ended and the server crashed.

He took in a breath. Exhaled. And then it was over. His door creaked signaling someone had entered the room. Sapnap. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Dream responded. Words floating off his tongue. Airy and light.

“Feeling jealous huh? Of who?” Sapnap asked, walking closer.

Dream let his shoulders drop, “does it matter?”

Sapnap inhaled softly, “not really. Do you just want to kiss someone?”

“Maybe,” Dream shrugged. Not sure of his own noncommittal answer.

“I’d kiss you.” Sapnap said, a small smile playing on his lips, “You shouldn’t have said that though. Live and all? That’s bad. Y’know?”

Nodding Dream sighed, “I know.”

“George isn’t happy. But he’s willing to brush over this. Because he realised he wasn’t paying attention to you huh? You want attention? I’m surprised you went so long without doing something like this.” Sapnap told him, using a little of that nurturing, understanding voice. Making his mind fuzzy.

The next thing he registered was George’s voice. “Hey Firefly.”

“Hi George.” Dream greeted.

“Are you feeling abandoned? Unwanted? Have I done that to you?” George asked kindly.

Dream nodded, “a little. I’m sorry I did that thing.”

George spoke honey-tones and soft words, “I imagine. But it’s fine. Just don’t do it again. Can you be a good boy for me and remember what information we keep to ourselves?”

“I can.” Nodding eagerly Dream blinked obediently. Waiting for the next words from the distant but oh so familiar voice.

“Thank you love. I’m sorry I can’t kiss you, but y’know.” George sighed and another weight gently pressing on Dream’s chest, “soon. Bye for now my lovely firefly. Chat later.”

A small ping sounded and George left the call. Sapnap soon after leaving the call himself. “So.”

“Hmmm? Oh.” Dream watched as Sapnap tugged Dream down to the floor with him.

“Even though he can’t kiss you, y’know who can?” Sapnap breathed.

Dream paused, not daring to guess even though he knew the answer.

Sapnap smiled, “me.”

“Oh, are you going to?” Dream asked.