This is a story based on the last twichcon event. Sorry if it took so long😅.
Hope you'll like it.
*No one's pov:*
In the second stream all the dsmp members that had been invited there were then asked to head to the stage and sit on the two couches.
At first they all greeted eachother before and after that they went to search for their place.
When in front of the couches, Dream who's sick of never having the opportunity to sit next to his beloved in public events, got closer to George and whispered at him "hey, can we sit close to eachother, if that's okay?", the blonde asked, he was afraid the other may feel uncomfortable being so close to him infront of so many people and not just their friends, but the brunet nodded seeming almost pleased by the request from his boyfried.
Dream sat down first leaving a little bit of space next to him (blud is massive), which was the one at the second end of the sofa. The space was a bit small, but enough for the brunet's petit body (🤨).
He plopped down pratically squezzed between the blonde's bulky body and the sofa's armstand.
Saying he didn't enjoy being so close to his boyfriend would be the biggesr lie he could have ever said.
While looking down at his lap he couldn't help but notice the size difference between his legs and Dream's.
George's were a lot smaller and the part under it touched the couche's cushion (I don't know how that part of it is called😭), but then he looked at the blonde's: the knees were certanly bigger, and the part under weren't even close to touching the couch as they were also stading higher due to their lentgh.
Without noticing he started to smile a little, but then looked up when he felt a sudden movement next to him.
He looked around and then at Dream who smilled at him before turining away.
The smaller blushed a little, cursing himself of how easily that happens, hopping no one noticed.
Soon the announcer annouced that they were going to be playing a game in which he will be asking questions, mostly from the chat, and they will have to write the name of someone who would be more likely to do what's asked.
Dream had a bad feeling about this, he really hoped no one would make inappropriet questions, on the other hand the brunet found this a really funny idea to pass the time.
But then the announcer read the famous question 'who's more likely to fall in love with their best friend', George froze, what was he supposed to do, he couldn't write himself or Dream, but at the same time whose name could he write?
The taller leaned down and then whispered in George's ear "let's write bbh", the older agreed, feeling himself relax thanks to the solution the other had come up with.
Later it was asked to show their little boards in which everybody had written bbh, Dream and George were both glad they hadn't written them, maybe because they knew about their relationship and didn't want to make them feel unconfrotable or maybe they thought it would be funnier to do this instead.
*Time skip:*
"Sorry guys but I gotta go, I really need to go to the toilet!", George pratically yelled in the mic, making some giggle.
He got up from his seat and ran to the backstage.
The lack of warth of the small body that was pressed next to him made the blonde a bit sad, but shrugged it off.
He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back from the toilet and finally be next to him again.
If it was something the younger hated was his obsession with always having to be so close to the brunet, it didn't really matter how he just needed, it makes him feel so relaxed and happy for no reason.
Just his presence can lighten even the end of the world.
In the meantime he just schooched to the side where the smaller once was, taking in the leftover warmth.
Unfortunatly when George came back seeing Dream having a better quantity of space for his body (I will never get tired of writting about their sizes😩), he just went to sit on one of the chairs behind the other couch.
"Wait what are you doing there George?", the announcer asked confused as he didn't understand why he changed his seat, "oh, I'll go back there then" he said a bit embarassed.
Instead of walking around the couch he decided to stand on the little table close to the middle, acting as he was doing something of really dangerous, while Dream just looked at him giggling.
The brunet then got down and waited for the taller to give his seat back, then he pratically jumped on sofa making the blonde slightly move towards him.
George was happy to be close to his boyfriend again, even though he wasn't the kind of person to enjoy physical touch, he liked being so close to him.
For George what mattered the most was his presence, the way Dream made him feel so loved and important like no one has ever done.
Unlike the blonde he had a really hard time expressing his feelings especially with him.
When he had confessed to the younger he couldn't believe it, he had never thought something like that was even possible for him. When he didn't answer right away he started to regret it, cursing himself for finding the courage to fail in such way and not for other things, but his boyfriend confessed to also be in love with him, making all the bad thoughts disappear.
Even though that he still has a hard time expressing them, but the taller doesn't mind or forces him to do it as he understands how difficult it is for him and loves him no matter what.
(Back to the story when Dream started to talk about the positive things about George, which I'm gonna summerize a little because I don't really remember it too well)
"George, George, George...... you are a bit of an idiot", Dream started while the brunet stood there listening curious of what he could ever say about him, looking down at the board he was holding on his lap, "you have this goofy appearance, but when you are a really loving person, when I need you to be serious you're always there, you always try to help me or at least try to find a solution for my problems, and for me you are a very dear person, I'm so happy for knowing you since (the year they met) and that now I get to see you everyday in real life..", the blonde kept on going, the smaller's eyes started to get glossy, the words he was saying and the way he was talking was something of unbelievably gorgeus and gentle.
Once the taller was done with his loving speech he fully turned his head towards the other, he was met with George starting to tear up with a slightly red nose and eyes. The older looked at him in the eyes for a few seconds before turning away, probably embarassed for crying infront of so many people (feel ya mate😭).
In that moment all the younger wanted to do was to just wrap his arms around the smaller's body and squeeze him against himself, conforting him by whispering sweet nothings to him.
He wanted to old him in his arms so bad he could die, but he couldn't do that with they're friends watching them, overhaul with a whole ass oundience before the stage.
"W-wow thank you so much...", George blurted out emotional from all those sweet words. He was about to say something, but got interrupted by the announcer "well, guess it's your turn now George, you have to say at least a good thing about everyone", the brunet's heart started to pound in his chest, how was he supposed to do that?!? He started to panic but pushed those negative thoughts away, it's not like he had a choice, "ehm...., oh my god,...so", he couldn't even start a sentence he was doomed!!!
His thoughts were once again interrupted by a fan asking him a question, making him waste time which he was gratefull for.
"Seems the time has run out, I guess we have end it here! C'mon guys you can go in the backstage now!", the announcer yelled in the mic.
Everybody got up, George speedwalking to his camerin (is that how you say it??), followed by the blonde worried for him becuase of what happened on the stage and for how fast he left it.
The smaller had closed the door behind him without locking it as there was no reason to do that. He didn't think it had been that obvious that something was wrong, but he was wrong.
When he started to splash cold water on his face he heard someone knock at the door, he knew it was probably Dream as he tends to oftenly notice if something's off.
George sighed drying his face with some toilet paper (it's more delicated on the skin), he walked up to the door taking in a deep breathe and then opening it, before him stood his concerned boyfriend who went for a hug the second he saw him, "everything all right?", the taller asked softly while holding him tight in his muscular arms (🤨), resting his chin on the other's hair, "yeah, why are you asking that?", the brunet asked back curious, "nothing, I saw you tear up and wanted to check on you thats all" Dream answered, "thank you" George whispered but the younger still heard him anyway, "for what?" he questioned, "for caring..." the smaller said softly, "well it's my job to take care of you" the blonde spoke gently tightening his grasp around the older in his arms.
"Also I'm sorry for making you cry...." the younger apologised, "your words were just so soft and gentle, they really touched my heart", George explained, "I'm glad you liked them" the other said softly sighing in relief.
*Time skip:* (at home)
"C'mon let me at list go to the bathroom!", the brunet said playfully with the blonde clinging onto him like there was no tomorrow as he felt so touch-starved for not being able to be as physical as he normaly is due to the event.
While the blonde kept his arms around the smaller's waist, George had to pratically drag him to the bathroom with him to brush his teeth, with his head between the brunet's shoulder and neck. He didn't care how much it hurt for him to hunch down that much, he just wanted to be as close as possible to his boyfriend
"Seriously Dream you need to let go, how are we going to climb the stairs like this?!", George wondered, the taller let go of his waist and then he suddenly felt himself being lifted up, "wha- DREAM!!" the smaller yelled in surprise, "relax I'm not going drop you" the blonde resured him while heading towards the stairs.
Once in their bedroom, with the older still in his arms, he lied on the soft matress, quickly hugging the brunet close to him once again, normally George doesn't like to be this squezeed together, but this time it was like he needed it and just hugged Dream back, burring his face into his chest (classic), slowly falling asleep.
The end.
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