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Dream never really classified himself as ‘hot’ or ‘attractive’.
He knew there were thousands of people who said he was attractive on a daily basis since his face reveal (and even some before his face reveal which he really didn’t understand).
He spent so much time before the face reveal practicing what angles were good in the mirror and through random selfies that he quickly deleted after realizing how bad they turned out.
Of course, keeping a few to post after he had done his face reveal. Knowing the fans would go crazy after seeing them.
He’d stressed for so long about how people would react to his face.
But he’d stressed for even longer about how George would react to his face.
He knew George didn’t care what he looked like. George had reassured Dream on many occasions that he didn’t care what the other looked like.
Dream was still incredibly stressed.
So you can imagine his panic when George messaged and said he got his visa.
He hadn’t FaceTimed someone in such a long time so seeing himself on his phone screen on the little box on his screen was weird.
George was absolutely beaming and Dream. Well, Dream didn’t know how to react.
He didn’t really know what faces to make and because of this, George made fun of him.
“I actually wasn’t expecting that” George had said which made Dream even more nervous, but he knew that he was being filmed so he put on the best acting performance he could.
After the call, Dream splashed his face with water because of how much he was blushing.
George hadn’t brought up much of his appearance which Dream was grateful for.
^*^*^*
Dream was laying in bed after the long and crazy day it had been.
He had met his best friend for the first time and face revealed on the same day.
As well as staying up super late to put off fireworks and spend some of the best moments of his life with his best friends.
He couldn’t believe it all.
Everything felt so surreal.
It was so late at night that technically it was the next day.
He had put his phone down after posting the pictures with George and Sapnap earlier. Picking it up the few times he wanted to take a picture or a video.
He thought the fans would enjoy a silly picture of him so he took one, put a little caption on it, and posted it to his Snapchat.
He was nervous to look at what people were saying.
He knew there were people out there who didn’t like him therefore they were going to tear into his appearance.
He didn’t know if he was ready to see any of that yet.
So instead of doing a Reddit deep dive, he opened Twitter and instantly smiled at the commotion that was still happening since the face reveal.
There was fanart after fanart. People saying how handsome, pretty, and beautiful he was. Also, the many people calling him ‘baby girl’ (which he found hilarious).
He was overjoyed at the reaction of his fans.
So many of them had taken videos during the reveal of their reactions and those made him so happy.
To see the people who watched his videos just as nervous as he was, react to his face for the first time, filled him with so much joy.
Of course, there were a few negative posts. When he saw those he just muted the account and went along with his scrolling.
Patches had made her way up onto his bed and snuggled close to him.
“Hi baby” he directed his attention towards the cat at his side. “Today was a big day wasn’t it?” He added.
When his attention went back to his phone he saw a message from George.
George💙:
Today was the best :~p
The little funny face made Dream chuckle.
Dream:
It felt so unreal.
George💙:
Oh it was real. Don’t need to worry about that baby 🤪
The joke use of the pet name definitely didn’t give Dream butterflies. Not at all.
Dream:
Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? I can bring you another blanket if you need one.
George💙:
Don’t worry about me. You need to sleep. You’re clearly so tired.
Dream:
How’d you know
George💙:
Well I saw your Snapchat and you were acting all sleepy before we all went off to bed.
Dream:
😴😴
George💙:
Silly. Goodnight. See you in the morning.
Dream:
Goodnight. Love you. See you in the morning 🤯🤯🤯. I can"t believe that’s real. You’re actually here.
George💙:
Shhh. I’m sleeping. 💤💤💤
Dream couldn’t hold back the fond smile that instantly lit up his face.
He shook his head closed out of all his apps and plugged in his phone.
He laid there for a while thinking about the crazy day that just ensued trying not to think about the wave of hateful messages he was getting.
^*^*^*
Twitchcon was more fun than he thought it would be. Antarctica was hell due to being sick but the experience was one he wouldn’t change for the world.
He couldn’t believe this was his job.
He would be more excited if he wasn"t so sick.
He was currently moping sick in his bed as Sapnap was back visiting his family in Texas and George was somewhere alone in the house.
Dream felt bad that George came all the way to America just for him to be sick most of the time.
He wished they could be out exploring more but his body was determined to ruin every good thing he had going for him.
Ok maybe he was being a bit dramatic but he felt like death.
His headache was getting worse and he could tell his temperature was going up due to the lack of clothes, fan blowing on him, yet still felt like he was on fire.
It’s official. He was dying.
He groaned and looked over at his nightstand to see it bare of any medicines.
In a moment of weakness, he opened his texts to George.
Dream:
Can u bring me medicine fr my head? And the tjermker
George texted back instantly. Making Dream feel guilty for being so boring that the other had nothing to do but be on his phone.
George💙:
Of course. What’s up? You don’t seem too good
Dream:
*thermometer
Sick
Dying
Patches gets everything if I die
George💙:
Ok drama queen. I’ll be there in a sec. Don’t die on me just yet.
Dream:
😵💀🪦
George💙:
I’m on my way up there dramatic ass.
Dream set down his phone on his nightstand and whined at the light coming in from his curtains that he hadn’t noticed before.
George opened the door without knocking and chuckled at the sickly boy in bed.
“What am I ever gonna do with you, silly boy?” George asked as he set the medications down on the bedside table. Dream just made an awful-sounding whining noise.
He walked over to the curtains and closed them, making Dream sigh in relief.
“Thanks,” He said closing his eyes and breathing in and out slowly”
“Mmm” George hummed as he did something with the bottles on the nightstand “Take these, D,” he said making Dream open his eyes and look at the other boy"s hand who was now sitting on his bed with him.
A few migraine pills were laying on his palm and he took them and swallowed them dry.
“Dream. You idiot” George huffed quietly “fucking hell drink some water,” he said as he passed over a fresh glass of cold water with a straw in it.
Dream smiled at the straw and started chugging making George roll his eyes.
“Drink slowly you dumbass,” George said as he put the back of his hand to Dream"s forehead.
“You’re burning up,” George said shocked.
“Mmm. Feel like ‘m dying” Dream said placing the cup on the nightstand before getting comfortable in bed again.
George stood up and walked over to Dreams’ bathroom. Dream wanted to protest but decided against it and waited till the other came back.
“Here’s this” George said as he laid a cold wet wash rag to Dreams forehead.
Dream sighed as a few tears collected in his eyes.
He felt so loved and cared for at this moment.
Suddenly he remembered where he was and what he was wearing. Or lack there of and he sat up starting to panic slightly.
The washcloth that was on his forehead now on his lap.
“Hey. What’s up? You’re ok. It’s ok.” George said as he placed a hand on Dreams wrist rubbing his thumb back and forth sitting down next to him in bed.
“Shirt. Please - get… Get shirt” Dream said as he waved his hand toward a shirt on the floor.
George instantly let go of his wrist and went to get the shirt.
“Thanks,” Dream said meekly as he put the shirt on.
He hadn’t been shirtless around George ever and he wasn’t comfortable with someone looking at his shirtless body yet.
His insecurities got the best of him and it made him panic.
Dream let himself calm down as George sat next to him, lightly rubbing his hand up and down Dreams arm.
“You should get some sleep,” George said looking at the exhausted man.
He began to stand up and Dream instantly grabbed his wrist and said “Please stay” In the quietest voice slumped over but still sitting up in bed, hoping George heard him.
“Of course,” George said so softly. “Let me go close the bathroom door and turn up the fan more. I’ll be right back” he added making Dream tap his wrist a few times and let go.
While George did what he said he was going to do Dream laid back in bed and put the washcloth back on his forehead where it relieved so much pressure.
Soon thereafter the bed dipped beside him and he felt a hand start playing with his hair.
“Mmm. Feels good” he mumbled letting his eyes fall shut.
“My mom used to do this when I got headaches. It usually made them go away,” George said and placed a hand on the others chest.
“Rest up pretty boy,” George said as he continued scratching Dreams head.
Dream was incredibly grateful for the other. He hadn’t brought up the slight panic which made him feel validated in his feelings.
As George’s fingers filtered through his curls he could feel himself drifting further and further to sleep.
^*^*^*
Dream was laying in his bed crying.
Why? You may ask. He saw a hate thread about his body.
George had just gotten back from North Carolina after what felt like the 50th time while Sapnap stayed there for a bit to film some stuff with Mr. Beast and Co.
The two had been hanging out in the family room when Dream saw the post.
He instantly got flustered and choked up stuttering out a quick “Be right back” to George before making a beeline toward his bedroom.
Thus him laying in bed and crying.
He hadn’t looked much into the thread picking apart his appearance but he still saw the list of flaws they said.
-his beard is ugly
-his nose is a weird shape
-his jaw is strange
-his hair is all over the place
-he has too much leg hair
That’s where he stopped reading the list.
He felt terrible about himself.
It has been months since his face reveal and he had put his guard up so as to not see negative things - besides the hilarious memes he saw from the fans - but of course, he was bound to see the hateful things people were saying.
The worst part about it all is he actually liked his hair and beard. He thought his jaw looked nice and strong and he never really looked at his nose enough to find any flaws. Everyone grows leg hairs, that wasn"t a big deal.
So why was this affecting him so much?
He could think of a few reasons why. One being he was new to being seen by people online even if it had been 6 months by now. Another reason could be that no human is wired to be able to take that type of hate without it affecting them in some way.
He figured it was both those things combined.
George knocked on his door and Dream instantly wiped off the tears before jumping off the bed and going to his closet.
“Come in,” he said as he changed out of a shirt into a sweatshirt.
George walked into his room and saw the other in the dark closet.
“What happened back there?” George asked with a concerned look on his face.
“Nothing. Just realized I had something I needed to get done” Dream said as he stood in the closet.
“You sure? You seemed upset” George said sweetly tilting his head, making Dreams heart rate pick up.
“Yea. All good” he said walking out of the closet hoping his eyes weren’t so red anymore.
“M’kay,” George said as he walked toward Dream.
Dream could tell he wanted a hug so he opened his arms and the brunet wrapped his arms around him.
George wasn’t one to give out hugs to just anyone. But every once and a while he gave Dream hugs. It made the younger feel special.
“You’re important” the older whispered into their hug “Remember that”.
Dream almost teared up at that.
Later that night when Dream was laying in bed to sleep he thought about George and how important the older had made him feel.
He was in some deep shit.
^*^*^*
His fans were some of his most favorite people.
The community that he had made was something that he would be forever grateful for.
That being said his fans were great when it came to people hating on his appearance. He had seen it firsthand.
Someone would pick apart his face and his fans would post memes making fun of them.
You see. He doesn’t condone hating on people on his behalf, but when it’s harmless memes he doesn’t mind it.
There had only been that one time a couple of days ago when he saw the negative comments about his appearance unprovoked on his for you part of Twitter.
There was this really cute account that had only a couple hundred followers that was an account talking about all of Dreams attributes and how they were beautiful.
He followed them on his alt because he liked seeing them and they made him feel better about himself.
But of course, people saw that as him being self-centered. His self-confidence took a bit of a blow after. He realized it was stupid to let some drantis on the internet dictate his mood.
He didn’t let that bother him anymore after that.
^*^*^*
@dailydrmsbeauty:
I met him once and his smile was so radiant in person. I hope one day you will all be able to see that for yourself.
@sum1smom:
What a joke. I can"t believe he follows this account. Self-centered prick
@dailtdrmsbeauty:
Ur mom doesn’t love you.
@drmsnoseholes:
You just dragged their ass through the mud.
^*^*^*
Dream was home alone for the first time in a while. He didn’t really know what to do.
He had some work he could do but he had already tried and his focus had gone down the drain.
He had already cleaned his room, the kitchen, the family room, and even the others bedrooms.
Sapnap was out with Punz for one of their sleepovers and George wanted to go shopping alone so he took an Uber.
Dream was laying in bed bored out of his mind when he decided a dip in the pool could be a good idea.
He hadn’t swam in a few months and Florida’s weather never really cooled down enough to have to close the pool. So with the new idea in mind, he got out of bed and changed into some swim trunks.
He grabbed his phone so he could connect it to the outside speakers and made his way down to the main level.
Swimming was one of the things that Dream had spent a lot of time doing while stuck inside.
The backyard at their old house (technically they still owned it but didn’t live in it) had a pool and a tall fence around the whole yard. Even though the house wasn’t close to others Dream had it built for safety measures.
He hadn’t told many people that he enjoyed swimming, besides Sapnap, but that was because they lived together and he had caught Dream out there many times swimming for hours at a time.
Once he got outside he grabbed a towel from the closet and put it on one of the pool chairs.
He got his phone connected to the speakers and played a random playlist.
The sun was behind some clouds so he didn’t feel the need to put sunscreen on.
He quickly took off his shirt looked around to make sure no one was there watching and mentally slapped himself because of course no one was watching because no one was there.
Once he did everything he needed to do he grabbed one of his floaties and threw it in the pool jumping in after it.
From a young age, he loved swimming. But with swimming comes vulnerability.
He doesn’t like having his shirt off around people.
The few times Sapnap caught him in the kitchen without one on, he played it off like it was nothing. Though he would think about it for the next few hours. Stressing over his chest hair and how his stomach had looked in the kitchen lighting.
He knew Sapnap wouldn’t make fun of him but he was insecure. And being insecure comes with some anxieties.
Being a kid swimming in a public pool was so fun.
Now that seems like a nightmare to him. Too many people looking at his body. Expecting him to look a certain way. Expecting him to act a certain way.
He never liked that kind of attention.
Swimming in his pool now as an adult was fun. Sapnap was the only person he had swam with in years due to these insecurities.
He had only been shirtless around George once and with that came a panic attack.
He knew he wasn’t the most fit guy out there but he still ate healthy and even did the occasional workout.
He thought doing these things would rid him of his insecurities and make him feel better about himself.
It rarely did.
He never looked at himself shirtless in the mirror for too long. Because when he did he’d just be disappointed.
He played Minecraft for Christ"s sake! Of course , he wasn’t going to be the fittest guy out there.
His exes had always said he was weird for not wanting to take off his shirt in front of them. They didn’t understand that it made him feel gross in his own skin.
Those relationships didn’t matter in the long run anyways.
He had always been stressed for when George came to America for many reasons. One being ‘What would he think about my body?’
He was so stressed that he would think he was ugly or too big and wonky. He didn’t want to ruin George’s expectations of himself.
George. The boy he loved so dearly. The boy who has been there for him through everything.
You see. He knew George wouldn’t judge the way he looked. Or hate the way he looked without a shirt on. But he was still insecure.
He wanted to impress George with big strong muscles, a strong six-pack, and toned legs.
But in reality, he knew that wasn’t possible.
He had worked out every day for 8 months, but when he didn’t get the results he wanted, he gave up and only worked out every once in a while.
George had told him on many occasions that he didn’t care what he looked like or what his body looked like. Dream was still insecure and anxious even with that reassurance.
After moving in, there were no indicators that led Dream to believe that George hated his looks or his body.
Dream was still insecure.
If anything Dream was inclined to believe that George loved the way he looked. But he didn’t think about that much.
During this deep thought session, he hadn’t heard George come back to the house.
He was still floating around on his floatie humming along to the music like it was nothing.
“Hey,” George said which made Dream jump let out a small yelp.
“Fucking Christ you scared me,” Dream said holding his chest, opening his eyes to look up at George who was standing there in swim trunks. “What’re you doing?” He asked hesitantly.
“Saw you swimming and wanted to join,” he said and shrugged.
“Oh. Uhm ok,” Dream said shakily. Trying not to let his insecurities suffocate him. “Come on in.”
George slowly made his way down the pool steps and pulled Dreams floatie over to him to rest his head and arms on as he floated around with the taller man.
“I haven’t swam in forever,” George said as they continued to float around slowly.
Meteor Shower playing quietly in the background.
“Me neither” Dream let out quietly.
He had to remind himself to breathe slowly so as to not start another panic attack.
In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.
George’s hand slowly made its way to Dreams arm. He trailed his fingers around his wrist. Dream started to calm down more.
He had to reassure himself that he was fine. George doesn’t care what he looks like. It’s been months. George is his best friend.
“You look so stressed, bub,” George said nickname making Dreams" heart melt.
George used that nickname on very few occasions when it was just the two of them and Dream loved it.
“I’m ok,” Dream said with a small smile.
“You just worry me sometimes” George sighed out.
“I don’t mean to,” Dream said sincerely.
“I know you don’t. I think I’ll just always be worried about you, bub” George reassured.
Dream couldn’t have asked for a more caring and thoughtful person to be in love with.
They floated around for a while humming along to the songs that played from the speakers.
They both silently agreed to get out and once they did George stole Dreams towel.
Dream couldn’t even pretend to be mad. The boy looked so soft wrapped up all snug in the big towel.
Precious boy.
^*^*^*
@dailydrmsbeauty:
He has the softest cutest looking tummy I’ve ever seen on a man.
^*^*^*
Dream never liked his stomach. He always thought it was just a little too squishy and a little too big. People had told him he looked like he had a dad bod which did nothing to help his confidence on that front.
He saw a few tweets on Twitter saying how he had a cute-looking tummy or how it looked so soft.
It gave him a shot of confidence. He never viewed his stomach as cute or soft but seeing people say those things made him start to believe them.
Of course, there were a few people saying how he looked like he let himself go. Which did sting his self-confidence a bit. But after seeing the people saying it looked cute his self-confidence shot up.
He had tried everything before the face reveal to get his tummy to go away.
He thought people would instantly hate him for having a little bit of a stomach but seeing (most) people think the total opposite was a breath of fresh air.
He caught George a few times looking at him when he was in a tighter shirt and it filled Dream with all sorts of anxiety.
Dream was a mess after one of the times he caught George staring. He went into his room and instantly started to spiral.
Did he think he was gross? Did he hate the way he looked? Does he not want anything to do with me? Did I look weird in that shirt?
It couldn’t be any of those things because George didn’t seem disgusted when they were in the pool together floating around and Dream had his shirt off.
Maybe he wasn’t even looking at him. Maybe he was just accidentally staring. Yea, that had to be it.
^*^*^*
Except it wasn’t. Dream had caught George staring on multiple more occasions over the next week.
Sapnap was clueless about George’s stairs and Dreams anxieties.
“I miss Karl,” Sapnap said dramatically, breaking George out of his staring.
“Go visit him,” Dream said with a shrug. “We already finished up videos and stuff for the next few weeks.”
“Ok. I already booked a ticket for tomorrow” Sapnap said, making Dream laugh.
“Why’d you make it a big deal?” George chuckled.
“Eh. I was feeling spicy” Sapnap said making the other two lose it.
^*^*^*
“Drm?” The younger heard from his door.
He quickly looked over to make sure everything was alright seeing a very disheveled George in the process.
“Oh, Georgie what"s wrong?” Dream asked, quickly sitting up.
“Can’t sleep. Headache. Too many noises. Brain won’t shut up” George whined.
“Oh baby. Come here” Dream said and motioned to his bed.
George instantly made his way over to Dream and when he got to the bed he laid on top of Dream.
Dream, who was still a little disoriented from the lack of sleep, lost his breath for a second.
“Hold me,” the brunette said sniffling and burying his face into Dreams knock.
“My boy. It’ll be ok” Dream said and started playing with George’s hair. “Did you take anything for the headache?”
George shook his head.
Dream reached into the bedside table and grabbed out some headache pills.
“Here baby you gotta take these” Dream said.
“Mmm hurts” George complained.
“Here let’s sit up,” Dream said as he maneuvered to sit up with George in his lap.
He sat up against the headboard and grabbed his water bottle.
“You gotta take the pills to feel better,” Dream said and George obliged, opening his mouth so that Dream could feed him the pills and give him some water.
“Thanks, bub,” George said and laid his head back down nuzzling into Dream"s neck.
Dream brushed his hands up and down George’s back to hopefully soothe the boy.
“Pretty” George mumbled and moved his hand to cup Dreams face.
Dream grinned and let George trace patterns over his face with his thumbs.
“Love you. Love your body” George whispered making Dream freeze his movements. “So handsome. Soft tummy. Pretty face. Cuddly boy.”
George rambled on making Dream swoon.
“Strongest boy. So manly but so soft” George finished his ramble. Dream didn’t think he has ever blushed this much in his entire life.
Dream knew that George was delirious off sleep and pain medications but his heart still sped up at the words George had directed at him.
George trailed his hand down to Dreams neck and just left it there.
“Can"t believe you’re real” the shorter said, breathless.
Dream was on cloud nine.
He had his favorite boy on his lap loving him with his words and he couldn’t believe it.
Dream hadn’t spoken a word since George started his little ramble. He feared that if he talked the other would stop and he definitely didn’t want that.
“Baby. Sweet boy. Handsome. My Dream” George mumbled. Dream thought he had died and gone to heaven.
‘My dream’ could mean many different things.
He didn’t want to think too much about any of them.
All these sweet words made Dream feel light and fluffy.
George shot up off Dream and out of the bed.
“Uhm. Sorry. I’m. . I’ll go. Sorry again. Thanks for the medicine. . Uhm. Bye” George rushed out as he fidgeted with his shirt.
Dream was left there sitting in shock over what just happened.
^*^*^*
Things had been weird between Dream and George for the last few days that Sapnap was away.
Whenever Dream was out and about around the house and he saw George, George would just turn around and go back to his room.
He was certain that he had done something to scare George off and because of this, his self-confidence had taken a giant tumble.
To be on cloud nine to then have the blanket ripped from under you leaving you to free fall was not an emotion Dream had felt before. And honestly, he never wanted to feel it again.
He’d cried most of the day after the incident with George.
He hadn’t felt this deep pitted loneliness since he lived alone. Before Sapnap and before George.
Throughout those few days, Dream made sure to stay away from the other boys" side of the house.
Of course, staying in his room for so long came with doom scrolling.
He had seen so many things that would usually boost his confidence but nothing did the trick.
The night before Sapnap had gotten back Dream made himself some dinner.
After eating he realized he made too much -whether it be on purpose or accident he didn’t want to talk about it- so he decided to text George and let him know.
Dream:
I made dinner and there are leftovers if you want any. I’ll just leave it on the counter for you.
Dream wasn’t expecting a response or anything so he grabbed a water bottle and went back to his room. Patches following behind.
He decided to get some editing done so he went to his office and sat down at his desk.
As he got everything situated he saw his phone light up.
George💙:
Ok. Thanks.
Dream couldn’t help but smile.
God, he missed the boy.
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“What’s your problem?” Sapnap asked, coming into Dreams room after being back for a couple of days.
“My problem?” Dream asked, sitting up, confused as he set down his phone.
Sapnap nodded, expecting Dream to elaborate more as he sat in the bed next to Dream.
“Uhm, I mean I’m not good at making the best eggs?” Dream said still so confused.
“No you fucking idiot,” Sapnap said and huffed “You and George have been ignoring each other since I got back.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Dream said calmly. Not wanting Sapnap to have to be wrapped up in this weird situation himself and George had gotten into.
“Don’t act like that. If I wanted someone to act oblivious I would’ve went and asked George” Sapnap stated.
Dream weighed his options. He could tell Sapnap everything and risk the whole dream team dynamic being shredded to bits. Or he could lie and make up some excuse.
“Don’t even think of lying. I can read your face. Remember that” Sapnap pointed at him in a way that an angry teacher would.
Ok, scratch the second option.
Sapnap wouldn’t judge him; he knew that. But Dream was insecure.
“Well. Uhm. I’m in love with George and the other night he came in here and he was crying and I was worried so he-“ Dream got out before Sapnap interrupted.
“Wait back up. You’re finally admitting that you’re in love with George?” He said, making Dream blush and nod his head.
“Proud of you, buddy,” Sapnap said patting Dreams leg. “Ok continue. But not so fast.”
“Ok well, the other night he came in here and he was upset about something and he said he had a headache so I told him to come in bed, and when he did he laid on top of me and latched onto me. So I comforted him and gave him medicine and he kept snuggling me while calling me all these cute names and telling me how I’m beautiful and stuff” Dream rambled trying to keep his breathing calm.
“But then he shot up and started apologizing and thanked me and left. Which confused the hell out of me.” He added.
“And as you kind of know I’m not good with my confidence and my body image so when he was telling me all those things about how I was beautiful and I have a nice body I felt better about myself than I have in a while.” Finishing his rant he looked up at Sapnap to see the man nodding.
“Thank you for telling me everything. I think you should have a chat with George and see what he says.” Sapnap suggested and instantly Dream shook his head.
“Before you object. I don’t believe there is anything you could do or say that could ruin the friendship you guys have. Anytime you get in an argument you work it out and are good in the end. What I do believe is that you guys are perfect for one another. The way you treat each other with so much love and care is beautiful to see.” Sapnap paused before adding “I know this type of stuff is hard for you but you’re the strongest guy I know. I know you can do this.”
“That’s what George said” Dream responded through some tears.
“Well. Then you better believe him because you are” Sapnap said with a small smile.
He couldn’t believe how intelligent Sapnap sounded throughout the conversation. He was such a level-headed and smart guy. It was like seeing a little sibling grow up. He was getting a little emotional over it.
“When did you become so wise?” Dream said looking up at his self-named brother as he wiped tears off his face.
“Well it all started when I banged your mom,” he said with a shrug making the other boy laugh.
Of course. He could never stay too serious for too long.
“But really. Talk to him. You may be surprised” Sapnap said as he got up and walked out of the room.
He trusted Sapnap.
^*^*^*
Dream:
Can we talk? I’m in the family room.
Dream took the leap. He already let Sapnap know that he was going to talk to George and Sapnap said he was leaving the house to go hang out with Punz to let them have their space.
To say he was nervous was an understatement.
George💙:
I’ll be down in a sec
Holy fuck. Holy shit. Oh my god. He’s not ready.
Before Dream could panic anymore George was standing in front of him.
“Uhm. Hi. You can sit wherever” Dream said with as much confidence as he could muster.
“Hey,” George hummed and sat down to Dreams right closer than he expected he would.
“Before I say anything I just wanted to say sorry in advance. This is hard for me to talk about but I want to be open with you” Dream said and faced his body toward George’s.
George sat in silence which allowed Dream to continue talking.
“Well uhm. I’m very self-conscious. I’ve never really had a positive self-image of my body. And you may be like ‘What does that got to do with me?’ I’ll explain in a bit. Before I face revealed I did so much to lose weight. I was worried about what you would think of me when you moved in. I know you didn’t care what I looked like or what my body looked like but I was still nervous” Dream said taking a break to breath so he wouldn’t panic.
“I was also nervous about what other people would say about me. But I was most nervous about what you would think of me. Then you got here and didn’t say anything and treated me like normal but I was still not good at all with my self-image. Like the time I had my shirt off in my bedroom,” Dream paused looking up at George to see him nervously fidgeting.
“That’s why you panicked,” he said quietly.
“Yea. Or the time I was in the pool and you wanted to join. I tried so hard not to start up a panic attack. I’ve never liked having my shirt off in front of people. It has nothing to do with you but it also has a lot to do with you” Dream waited a few before talking again.
“It’s hard to talk about because it seems so stupid for a guy to have those types of insecurities. But I’ve had exes in the past pick apart my appearance and judge me for having a bit of a tummy. There’s been a few things I’ve seen on Twitter that have made me feel not good about myself” Dream rambled on more.
“It’s not stupid,” George said making a small smile light up Dreams face.
“It just makes me feel stupid” Dream shrugs.
“Anyways that’s not the important part. The other night when you came into my room and told me all of those things about how I was beautiful and you loved my body. I felt so important. I hadn’t felt that good about myself in a while. But then you panicked and left and I don’t know why.” The blond explained.
“I’m sorry if I did anything to scare you away. I didn’t mean to.” He finished apologetically.
“I’m proud of you,” George said as he played with Dreams fingers. Dream wasn’t sure when George grabbed his hand but that didn’t matter right now.
“Thank you for trusting me with all of that. I can’t imagine how that feels. Especially on the scale that you feel it on.” George said softly.
“I can’t believe people would belittle you so much. Especially someone that you were close to. You deserve so much love” George said, sounding so fond.
George scooted closer to Dream.
“Pretty boy” George softly stated, hand going up to Dreams jaw. “I’m so sorry for making you feel bad the other night.”
“I thought I was pushing too much on you and got nervous and panicked. That’s why I left. You don’t need to be sorry” George explained softly.
“I love you” Dream blurted out shocking himself and George.
“Holy shit. I’m so in love with you” Dream said, sighing. Feeling so relieved.
George was beaming.
“My god I’m in love with you too,” the brunette said, falling into Dream.
Dream wrapped his arms around the boy. The biggest smile lighting up his face.
He couldn’t have been more happy that he trusted Sapnap.
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“Hurry up” George whined from the blonds bed.
“I’m hurrying,” Dream said as he changed from a hoodie to a t-shirt.
It had been a few days since he and George had talked through everything and he couldn’t be happier.
George had been so gentle with him and the topic of self-consciousness.
He hadn’t pushed Dream to do anything he didn’t want but he did encourage him to do things that would push his limits a bit.
“No shirt?” George suggested.
Dream felt himself start to get a bit anxious.
George got up off the bed walked over to him and grabbed both of his hands.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. I just thought I should ask” He reassured as he rubbed circles along the backs of Dreams hands with his thumbs.
“I want to. But I don’t want you to look until I get in bed” Dream replied slowly.
“Ok. Anything to make you comfortable, Angel” George replied, “just let me get into bed again and I’ll close my eyes.”
Dream was obsessed with the pet names George had used on him. He never took George as the type but he’d never been more happy being wrong.
“Ok baby. My eyes are closed” George said from his spot on the bed.
Dream took in a deep breath and took off the shirt quickly.
“Great job my love. Don’t worry I’m not looking” Dream melted at the reassurance.
He walked over to the bed and laid down next to George.
“You can open now” Dreams confidence surprised even himself.
He got comfortable under the covers as George got closer to him.
“There’s my boy,” George said as he laid his head on Dreams chest. He nuzzled his nose into Dreams neck.
“You have my favorite body” George added making Dream chuckle.
“You make no sense,” Dream said fondly.
George rubbed his hand up along Dreams side making the blond sigh in relief.
“Are you comfortable?” George checked in.
“Mmm very” Dream said nuzzling his nose into George’s hair.
“I’m proud of you” the shorter praised making the other boy mumble something inaudible.
“You’re so handsome,” George said. “Love your beard. And your hair. And your legs. And your arms. And your tummy. Love all of you” he listed off as he brushed his hand along each part.
“Stop you’re making me blush” Dream mumbled.
“You deserve to be praised. I’m so obsessed with you. Can"t believe you’re all mine” Dream could’ve melted at those words.
“You make me feel so loved, baby” Dream replied.
George giggled.
“Nicknames ‘r cute,” George said squeezing the other tighter.
“Thank you for being so understanding,” Dream said lovingly.
“You deserve it,” the brunette said and pecked Dreams cheek.
Of course, Dreams insecurities weren’t washed away within the few days of them being together.
George did make everything one hell of a lot easier though.