#dreamnotfound fluff

Count Your Teardrops - dnf, 10k words, 1/1, asexual george, angst and fluff, happy ending, rated M.

Dream helps George come to terms with his emotions, and George discovers a lot about himself amongst the turmoil of his life.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34056400

george is definitely BIG on cuddling dream, he just loves the feeling of being held in dream’s arms and being able to feel protected by his boyfriend.

george is very clingy, which dream loves. dream likes feeling like he is in control and george gives him just that. although sometimes george being clingy will backfire, such as when george, quackity and the rest of el rapids blew up the castle. although they claimed they were doing it to make a statement, i feel it was just george begging for dream’s attention without outright asking.

dream is VERY VERY over protective, nobody can mess with george. as we saw with george’s house getting burned down and how he dethroned george claiming he was “protecting him” sometimes dreams way of showing george affection is a bit odd, so at times it seems dream is controlling george when he’s really just trying to protect him.

dream really wants to gain control of the whole dream smp just to impress george and show him that in dream’s arms george will always be safe and protected. he truly loves george and would do anything for him.

can i just say george is most definitely the bottom/submissive in this relationship. no questions asked. he will do anything dream asks of him, even though he can be quite bratty from time to time if he wants something from dream.

Hi! Admin Anesthesia here! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ahahahahahah...sorry for being really inactive. I’m still having a really bad writer’s block and this is low effort, but here’s a story I spontaneously decided to write instead of doing my chemistry homework. As you can see, I am failing said subject. Enjoy! -------------------- Summary: Dream had been missing for the whole day and George gets worried. He decides to try and find him. When he finds Dream on the roof, he doesn't know what to think.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing -------------------- “Hey...I got your text, Tubbo. You can’t find Dream?” George asked as soon as he came into the house.

“Yeah, we-....did you run here?”

George was breathing heavily, nodding, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Tubbo shrugged, “No reason, it just seems kinda weird for ‘just friends’ to do.”

George tried to rebut but was breathing too hard to get it through his lungs. Of course, Tubbo would still bring it up after 7 years.

"Tubbo, it's been 7 years."

"Okay? And?" The younger raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't change anything. If anything, you two have been flirting a lot more since you rejected him."

George rolled his eyes, "Tubbo."

"Whatever. Dad and Aunt Puffy's in the other room. Tell them you're here."

George just scoffed, messing up Dream's younger brother's hair up before walking into the living room.

“George….what are you doing here?” Schlatt asked as soon as he caught sight of the teenager.

“Tubbo told me that you guys can’t find Dream. I didn’t see him in school today, so I got worried. I’m here to help you find him.”

Immediately, Schlatt and Puffy gave a look at one another, which George recognized as the same one Tubbo had given him.

“Okay, you can stop that!” George huffed, “Where did you last see him?”

“Going to sleep yesterday. He was missing in the morning, but we all assumed he went to school. Imagine our surprise.”

George sighed, “He's been missing for the whole day. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, so I don't think he'd run away. Alright, can I check his room and see if he left any clues?”

Schlatt nodded, “We’ll be looking around the school for any clues. Feel free to come join us afterward. We're going around the neighborhood to see if anyone else has caught sight of him. It's getting dark.”

“Cool." George smiled as he went up towards Dream's bedroom.

He looked around. It looked the same since the last time he had been in the room. Dream's bed was made and there were fresh clothes on his bed that he hadn’t put away. George looked around his desk, only finding a note written in scribbles.

They were romantic gift ideas by the looks of it. Chocolate, flowers, jewelry, song, etc. Probably for the guy that Dream had said he was desperately in love with.

George rolled his eyes. Dream had been so insistent on him moving on from George. Something that George would never admit hurt him. Because George was in love with his best friend.

He looked around for more clues, as to find where his best friend was.

Dream's iconic green sweatshirt hung from his chair. He never went anywhere without it, whether it was just cold or if he wanted to give it to George. A gesture he did often to tease how big it looks on him.

A breeze came in through the slightly opened window and George fixed his gaze on it.

George pursed his lips as he opened the window all the way before stepping out onto the roof.

As soon as he came out, he called for Dream's name, looking around. No answer came, so he tried to walk around the room. It was pretty dark and he didn’t see where he was going, so of course, he started to trip on one of the roof tiles.

“Woah, woah, woah. That’s really dangerous. What have I said about going onto dangerous things without me next to you?”

Someone had caught him and George looked up to see Dream.

“Hey.” He felt his breath be taken away as he looked into Dream's eyes. “Did I ever mention how good you look in the night?”

“Oh, very funny.” Dream rolled his eyes as he pulled George along towards where he was hidden. A place in the roof which wouldn’t be seen when you come out of the house nor when you came out into the roof. “I’m guessing because you can’t see most of me in the dark?”

George giggled as he sat down next to his best friend, “No, I just think you look really good underneath the moonlight.”

“...oh, well then thank you.”

“So...are you going to tell me what’s up?” George asked as he noticed Dream hadn’t let go of his hand yet.

“What do you mean?”

“Well...for starters, you ditched school and worried everyone for a whole day by disappearing.”

“It’s not like those fuckers care about me anyway. All they do care about is what power I could bring them.” Dream snorted. “Which is why I’m also asking...what are you doing here?”

“I was worried and scared that something had happened. I know that you won’t believe people when they say that they care about you because at the end of the night….you’ve been through some shitty things. I know that you won't admit how bad Schlatt was of a dad to you and how you never wanted Tubbo to feel this way, but they still care about you and Schlatt is trying to become better. Even if that isn't enough to convince you, I’ve been here since the start, haven’t I? And I’m not about to hurt you...so you can trust me.”

Dream was quiet, clenching his jaw as he looked off.

George sighed, “What did you do the whole day?”

Dream shrugged, pointing to a notebook on the side, “Writing.”

George raised an eyebrow and Dream just pulled the notebook away from him and just pushed George to lay down on the roof.

He was pointing at the sky, “Ursa Major’s right there.”

George glanced at the constellation, “It’s quite magical.”

“Will you tell me the story again?”

He looked at Dream in the eyes and sat up, pulling Dream up. George held onto his hands, “Dream….what’s going on?”

“Nothing! Why would anything be going on?”

George just gave him a worried look, “I won’t judge.”

Dream sighed, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“People leaving me. It just keeps happening. Over and over again. And I don’t know why I’m even telling you now...because I know that one day you’ll leave me too. Because no one….stays for me. Why would they anyway? I’m absolutely golden to everyone at school. Yet, I'm still the manipulative bitch to them. At one point, everyone realizes that I will never change and then they give up. They leave, wanting more than I can give and-”

George just pulled Dream into a hug. “I promise you...I will never leave you. Because when it comes to it, every part of you is amazing. Your flaws and all. Who cares what other people think? As long as I’m here for you, right?”

Dream seemed to stiffen at the hug for a second, but soon relaxed, “I guess.”

“So? Why would that make you skip out on a school day like that?” George asked.

Dream sighed, “As you know...I’ve been….infatuated with a guy.”

George's heart sank. Right. For a second, George had almost forgotten that the guy he was desperately in love with was desperately in love with another.

“Did he hurt you? Quick, tell me the name so I can hunt him down. I-”

“Nothing like that.” Dream chuckled, ruffling George's hair, “I’m just scared that if I tell him...everything will crumble down and he’ll leave. And when he leaves, everyone else will too.”

“I won’t,” George whispered, looking at Dream genuinely. “No matter who it is, I won’t ever leave you.”

“I doubt it.”

“What could make you realize that I’m not lying? That I would do anything for you?”

Dream sighed, laying back on the roof, “So...gonna tell me the story about Ursa Major or what?”

George laid next to him, humoring him as he told the story. At the end, George looked at him, “Are you seriously not gonna tell me who it is? He’s clearly hurting you.”

Dream didn’t say anything, just leaning his head next to George's and pointing to Orion’s belt.

He sighed, “DREAM!”

“Why do you want to know? Because I know that he’ll know as soon as I tell you. And I know I’ll be hurt because he’s desperately in love with someone else. I just don’t know who! I’ve known all my life that we weren’t supposed to be together, but I’m desperately in love with him and that little piece of hope is what is still keeping me going! I...want to move on...but I can’t.”

“Dream…”

“Forget it.”

George looked at Dream with pleading eyes, "Dream...please. Just tell me who it is and I’ll help you.”

And in that moment, George knew that look in Dream's eyes. Dream needed to tell someone, but he was scared.

All George did was place a hand on Dream's shoulder before Dream gave in.

Dream huffed, looking at him, “It’s you….okay? It’s always been you. ever since that first day that I saw you, ever since the first time I asked you out, every single day...I fall in love with you more. And I know it’s not healthy because you don’t love me...but you told me that first day when I was rejected that you’d give us a chance in the coming years. And I’m waiting for that chance, but I know it’s never going to come. And...you’re going to leave me soon….so if you are, please...just do it now. Because I don't want to be stuck in this rut all my life, wondering what we could be.”

George stood there in shock. Dream laid back down, turning away from him.

Dream was...still in love with George.

George gave a small laugh, “I guess that makes the two of us, huh?”

“Just go, George. I don’t want any jokes.” Dream muttered bitterly.

“No, no, Dream, look at me.”

He didn’t move, so George sighed, standing up and making his way to where he was.<

Holy shit, George did not think this through. It was really high up.

"Oh boy. I did not think this through. I forgot about my fear of heights." George muttered and Dream sighed, holding out his hand.

He took Dream's hand as he successfully sat back down. He smiled, “Thanks, Dream.”

Dream sighed, nodding. He looked away from George, but was still holding onto his hand so that he wouldn’t fall if he tried to stand up again.

George took the one not holding Dream's hand and used it to help cup his cheek, making him look at George.

Dream wasn’t ready for any sort of rejection, George could tell.

George just leaned in until they were inches apart.

“George, what are you doing?” Dream asked quietly.

“May I?”

Dream didn’t do anything, seemingly frozen.

"It's now or never, Dream." George whispered, "Because...I love you."

All Dream did was close the gap between them. George melted into it and Dream let go of George's hand to pull him closer. George hung his arm from the nape of Dream's neck, going deeper into his kiss. As they realized they needed air, George was the first to pull out.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day you offered a lollipop to me. I wanted to say yes that day you asked me out. But we were so young and everything was terrifying. I was scared that you’d leave me alone. I've been abandoned by a lot of my friends. I didn't know if you would too. So when you talked about you being in love with this other guy, I just thought that you had moved on. But here we are...standing on a rooftop 7 years later and you’re still in love with little old me.”

“You...love me.”

George nodded and Dream laughed, pulling him in for another kiss.

george would have severe anxiety over storms, after an incident with a trident and a tall building george fears being electrocuted so he typically has dream come over to his house seeing as dreams house is top secret even to george.

dream finds george’s fear adorable, he enjoys being able to protect the smaller of the two. it makes him feel powerful and in control, although deep down he knows george probably holds all the power because of how in love he is.

they usually cuddle up and talk about current events on the smp, sometimes george scolds him for bullying the minors other times dream teases george for sleeping far to long and missing important events.

anytime there is thunder followed by lighting, dream tightens his grip on george and holds him close reassuring him that they’re safe and sound inside and there should be no worries about lighting striking them.

it would definitely be over something stupid, such as george refusing to admit he loves dream back or somebody flirting with dream and george getting jealous. their fights would never last long because of this.

dream loves to spoil george, meaning george has become quite the spoil brat. dream would most likely use this against him and tell him how he’s given him everything and doesn’t understand why he can’t just admit he loves him.

george loves being a tease and is as stated previously, spoiled. he’s a brat. so he’d definitely keep yelling nonsense at dream and acting as though he’s some king who deserves the world and that dreams just being irrational.

dream would say something to push george over the edge and make the boy cry. this would hurt dream more than anything. knowing he made the boy cry, george would instantly be forgiven and dream would go to comfort him.

after some fighting george would eventually give in and allow dream to give him a hug then end up crying into his shoulder for awhile. dream would give in and try to give george a present, gift giving is dreams love language after all. the gift wouldn’t do much but george would ask for reassurance

the argument would end in “you’re my king, you rule this server.” from dream and george going “i love you dream.”

“i don’t know what to do with your kiss on my neck, i don’t know what feels true but this feels right so stay a sec… i wanna be alone, alone with you.”

a c!dreamnotfound one-shot based off the song “hostage by billie eilish”

WARNING: dreamXD is considered a figment of george’s imagination in this and george questions reality a bit so disassociation?

dreams pov (third person)

the room was hot, it felt like he was in the nether. but he wasn’t. here he sat, all alone. in a cell. of course he was one of the most powerful people on the server, but right now he was powerless. not because he didn’t have him to call upon technoblades favor, not because he could figure out how to break his way out. but because he was worn down to the shell of a person, he’d lost the one thing that meant most. the one thing he’d pushed so hard to get away. george. his george. that’s the one thing that mattered. what did the boy think of the masked man now? what had he heard? sapnap must have told him something, dreams old best friend had threatened him after all. told him if he escaped he would kill him all on his own. if he could say that to dreams face, what could he have said to his beloved george? that no longer mattered because here he stood, in this stupid cell. nobody could get to him without sams permission. yet sometimes he’d still here a familiar sound, the sound of someone so close yet so far out of reach. the laughter of george. it would remind him of the times when dream was out of prison, before all of this had occurred. when it was just him and his two best friends… his family. his brother and his boyfriend. so that’s what drove him insane. not the idea of what he’d done. but simply the idea of how his actions had completely destroyed his relationship with the only people he had ever loved. possibly his sentence was worse than tommys exile, yes he’d tormented the boy. but there’s one thing tommy had that dream never would. hope. there was no hope for dream. george was gone, forever.

george’s pov (third person)

the chilly breeze left goosebumps all over the brown haired boys arms, it was cold. so so cold. not only physically, but mentally as well. life had been so good… for so long. he was king, he had friends. hell, he even missed a war so he didn’t have to live through that pain. but one day it was yanked out of his grasp. dream was taken away, just as dream had snatched his kingship away. george knew it shouldn’t have hurt as bad as it did. dream hurt him. multiple times. yet here he stood, staring at the prison debating entering. recently things had gone crazy. a man had been popping up… but could he be considered a man? or a god? it was odd, when dream was gone another version of him had began popping up. first in small little time periods, such as behind trees which typically led to the smaller brunette chasing after nothing into the darkness of the woods or the gaping pit of what used to be l’manburg and now into full fledge conversations. then the god made him make a promise, to be his forever. then they went and the weird figure started scaring george’s friends away, but then when asked later… nobody remembered. they claimed george had been speaking to himself which left the boy wondering if he’d gone crazy. he needed dream, was he just making up this imaginary dream to feel less afraid? just so he could feel dreams protective grasp once more. so that’s how he found himself in the cold entrance of the prison, it was now or never. george needed to decide. was he giving up on his lover or not? after a moment of debating, he gave in. at least if they spoke he could feel dreams presence even just one last time. so there he went.

general/both (still third person)

“sam?” george called out in a soft tone, peeking his head in and looking around before rushing to the doorbell that summoned the guards. he pressed it and took a step back, looking around in a cautious manner. he propped up his glasses and set them on his head instead of over his eyes so he could see even in the dark atmosphere of the prison, holding his cape close and waiting for the creeper person hybrid to show up. that’s when he heard his voice. “george… what do you need?” echoed through the room and he took a deep breath, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders a bit. “i’m here to visit dream.” “what for?” “i’d just like to speak to him.” that’s when he was commanded to step into the portal. he rushed to it and stepped in, watching everything distort into a hue of purple before slowly placing everything together as you would a puzzle. suddenly he was in a separate room, he stepped out and looked at the white room. it was plain and small. but before he could decipher anything else he was told to step back into the portal and the same process happened all over again, except this time he was in a huge waiting room. he turned and there stood sam, tall and strong with his head held high. george’s head fell a bit and he rushed over to the desk sam stood at, looking around at the room. “hello, so may i see dream?” he repeated himself and sam just stood, staring at him with a stern look as if deciding what to do with him. “yes. but i must ask you a few questions and you have to read this book, then sign it.” george nodded to show his understanding. “what’s your relationship with the prisoner? do you believe he deserves to be in here?” what was his relationship with dream? they were boyfriends… kind of. they hadn’t been on the best of terms when dream was brought here. did dream even still love him? did george trust him? regardless, george knew he couldn’t answer the last question truthfully. he wouldn’t be allowed in. the dream he knew… that dream was different. sure he’d make mean jokes but never once did george believe he could harm anyone unless they dared lay a finger on george’s pretty little head. so george decided to stretch the truth because yes, this version of dream deserved to be here. but the dream george knew, george’s dream deserved happiness. so he’d just stick with sam’s version of dream. “we’re uh… we’re not on the best of terms, but friends id say and i do believe he deserves to be here.” with that, george went through with the prison process. soon he found himself standing in front of lava, it was suddenly very hot and it made george cringe. what was happening to dream? but before he could ask about dreams living conditions, he was told in a stern voice “step on the platform. walk with it.” then there it went with a small click he was on it.

“george…?” dream called out, his eyes snapping up as he spotted the british boy stepping off the platform. it took all he had not to let the tears fall. george’s eyes softened and his whole demeanor seemed to relax, there was dream and oh god did he look different. he looked so… tired. that shattered george’s heart. why did he still care about someone who had put him through so much pain? “dream.” george whispered, stepping up to the barrier and tilting his head. the lava fell behind him and he was let in, the barrier dropping. dream rushed to the smaller male and pulled him into his arms, george flinched slightly. dream had hurt so many people, would he hurt george now? that action hurt dream, more than could be imagined. that’s when he broke down, the tears falling. he gently cupped george’s cheek and looked down at him “i’m sorry… i’m so so sorry.” he whispered to him, which made george relax. here was his dream, his soulmate. not the dream sam or sapnap or tommy knew, just the dream he knew. the kind and loving dream. george leaned into his touch and pulled him close. “it’s okay. we’re okay.” he told him in a gentle tone, gently dragging a hand through the blondes hair as he quietly hushed him. “i’ve missed you so much” dream told him and tilted his head, looking down at george. the british boy smiled softly and wiped away his own tears, laughing a bit “i’ve missed you as well. i’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” he said sadly, although dream just smiled. god how he loved the boys voice. how he spoke so kind, yet his british accent held so much confidence. in dreams eyes george was perfect. “what have they done to you?” george asked, weakly pulling away and sighing softly. the sight in front of him was scary. his boyfriend seemed to be in so much pain. “well, i used to throw my clocks in the lava so that was taken away and i’ve been living off raw potatoes.” george’s jaw dropped at the boys statement. “i’m so sorry.” “it’s okay.” “no it’s not.”

then there was silence. the two stood, admiring each other for a long time. before dream suddenly broke it “i will get out. don’t worry. then you will be my king, nobody will be able to harm us ever again.” dream said softly and george took his head, leaning against dream as the masked man grabbed his waist and pulled him in. “how will you get out?” george asked and tilted his head, confusion filling his eyes. dream simply smiled “oh come on now gogy, you know how smart i can be.” dream assured him, george knew this should have unsettled him. the worlds biggest villain assuring him that he would make an escape. but he wasn’t scared. dream would never ever hurt him. “is there anything i can do to help?” george asked and bit his lip, staring up at him in shock. dream shook his head “i’ll be okay, i have a plan. i’ll escape.” dream stated and george smiled weakly, nodding to show his understanding. “our little secret?” george asked in a hushed down and dream chuckled, nodding his head. “our little secret.” dream stated and rubbed george’s back, that’s when he realized george would need to leave soon. “time to go, i love you george.” george’s heart sunk and he buried his face in dreams chest, quietly crying. “i love you as well dream…” george said in a quavering voice, that one hurt. george never convinced his love. but here he stood, clinging onto dream. that’s when dream knew he needed to get out. not for himself, but for his beloved george. “now go, but remember what i said.” george nodded and smiled weakly, wiping his tears away and calling out for sam. once everything was all set up, george stepped onto the platform and waved goodbye to dream. then just like that he was gone.

dreams pov (third person)

the lava fell down, covering the cell once again and he was left in silence. he stood there for a moment, the british boys scent lingering on his prison suit for a moment until it was just gone. that’s when the tears fell, he turned his back to the wall and slid down. he buried his face into his knees and sat there sobbing. he needed george back, he needed that comfort and now he could guarantee… he would do ANYTHING to get out.

i really hope you all enjoyed this! i’ve been thinking of posting some of my writings on AO3 so how would you all feel about that? also don’t forget to send feedback if you’d like and send me some requests <3

part one of my first georgenotfound X dreamwastaken series

in which a unlikely duo, a hockey player and a ice skater meet and become close.

the soft crunch of snow underneath george’s feet as he stepped into a familiar place he considered home, the ice skating rink, left george excited for the next two hours of his life. when he was only ten years old he had began ice skating and in all honesty, he could see a future as a professional ice skater for himself. it was something he loved and treasured deeply. a after school activity that had soon turned into a full fledged hobby. he was now a college student. the brown haired brit had decided to finish his schooling in the united states, finding the new country to be interesting and a seemingly nice change from the united kingdom. he had even managed to find some wonderful friends to speak to including a boy named karl jacobs and another boy who happened to be from mexico named alex, people called him quackity. george wasn’t quite sure why, but he still respected his friends boundaries and called him what he had been asked to. quackity was a hockey player for their colleges team, while karl was a fellow ice skater. the three were incredibly close.

george stepped into the warm lobby of the ice skating rink and smiled softly at the receptionist, giving her a small wave before heading into the locker room. he slipped off his scarf and gloves, along with his hat and sweatshirt. he found it easier to just wear a tight fitted t-shirt to avoid any fabric getting caught on him while skating and a pair of sweatpants. you’d be surprised how warm you get while skating. it was best to always keep outfits simple, tight fitted and not to warm. that was a mistake george had learned back in london when he’d first started ice skating. george sat down and hummed a song to himself, taking his shoes off and slipping on his snow white ice skates with a small smile. he checked to make sure the skate covers were taken off before slipping his headphones in and pressing play on his practice playlist. he headed out into the rink itself, skating towards his coach and of course his friend karl.

“hello george, today we’re just going to be improving on our stamina so you’ll be doing whistle stops and you will be practicing your routine for next weeks competition afterwords. karl here will help you. you stretched before coming, correct?” she told him with a soft smile, awaiting his answer to her question. george nodded “yes, mrs. johnson.” he responded, skating off with karl.

“did you hear that the hockey teams starting practice early today?” karl asked, skating next to george. the boy had a very similar outfit, consisting of a hoodie and sweatpants. he tended to get cold easier so he wore warmer clothes than george. the british boy shook his head “nope, i guess we’ll have to hurry up then” he responded with a small chuckle, before throwing karl the whistle and awaiting for the familiar sound of the whistle to go off. phwwwwwwht. then he was off, skating at top speed to the other side of the rink. phwwwwwwht. he came to a halt. phwwwwwwht. he came racing back to his friend. this lasted for a good while until it came time for george to practice his routine. the boy spun in intricate, well thought out ways. his delicate hands moving in beautiful ways, his legs moving with him to create a magical dance like routine.

“it’s our turn, time to get off the ice.” echoed through the rink

george’s spins came to a halt and he turned to karl, flashing him a soft smile. “well, ready to go?” he asked his friend and skated off towards the entrance. somebody caught his eye, a blonde male. he sat next to a boy with a mischievous look in his eyes, they were speaking with quackity. for a moment george wonder why until it crossed his mind, quackity was a hockey player. how could he be so dumb to forget that? before he could snap out of his thoughts he heard karl exclaim “do you see how that guys looking at you? it’s like you’re naked or something.” that comment made a small giggle escape george’s lips. “oh please, i doubt he’s looking at me.” he exclaimed and turned, heading into the locker room.

meanwhile, gathered on a bench dream, quackity and sapnap the trip spoke amongst themselves “hey quackity, do you know that guy?” dream questioned, turning to quackity who let out a small laugh. “of course i do, who don’t i know? that’s george. he’s a foreign student from london or something, he’s really sweet” quackity explained and stood up, going to step on the ice. “you think he’d give me his number?” dream asked rather quickly, which left both quackity and sapnap laughing. “i don’t know man, go ask and see for yourself.” quackity stated and skated off. sapnap turned to dream and flashed him a smile “go ask man, i’ll tell coach you went to the bathroom” he responded before following close after quackity.

george stepped out of the locker room, with a slight limp. his legs hurt from all the physical activity and he was about ready to go home and sit on the couch, just eating ice cream and doing his homework. on his way out, the blonde boy from earlier stopped him. “hey, hey, wait!” he heard from afar, george turned with wide eyes and glanced over at him. “yes?” he spoke and holy shit, did that smooth british accent catch dream off guard. he knew george was british, but how could somebody’s voice sound so heavenly? dream stood up straighter and coughed a bit, flashing the shorter boy a smile. “i was... i was wondering if i could have your number? maybe we could hang out after my practice ends? i could take you out for dinner or something.” dream rambled on, gaining a small chuckle from the brunette as he rolled his eyes. “i don’t see why not, give me your phone.” “what?” “give me your phone.” “why?” “so i can put my number in dumbass.”