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It was Dream’s idea for a date to rent and ride bicycles. At first, George protested with everything within him. Swearing he would never ride a bike with Dream ever again after last time. (His hip ached in protest at the memory) It took a lot of kisses, cuddles and promises of being careful to convince George to agree to the great (read stupid) date idea. 

“We rent two this time.” George pressed again while they were walking to the shop. His boyfriend just shrugged in an answer with glee. ‘Idiot’ George had whispered to himself. 

The taller did end up renting two bicycles this time, much to George’s relief. He had walked out with two bikes and a smile so bright it could easily rival all of the stars in the universe. His smile could so easily make George’s entire day so much better. Just a small hint of his boyfriend smiling and George will immediately feel better and forget all the bad stuff. George’s heart did skip a beat at the beautiful smile thrown at him. How could he not? His boyfriend looked so pretty when he smiled. Eyes were almost entirely closed, nose lightly scrunched and his cheeks puffed up. It was like coming home after a long day. Like getting a hug you didn’t know you needed. Like after you have wandered alone and lost yearning for something, someone, to finally find that person. George rolled his eyes but didn’t hold himself back from smiling. 

They end up biking around town and 30 minutes in, George stopped them. Dream looked alarmed, wide green eyes staring at him silently before quickly kicking into action. He put down the support to his rented bike before rushing to George before the elder got any words out. Before he could ask why Dream looked so alarmed. In a second the blonde’s hands were all over George’s face searching for any signs of hurt or discomfort. He ran his thumbs over George’s cheeks, forehead, and nose bridge. When he lifted his face up. George faced the sky. The sky darkened, they had to head back soon anyways. Dream continued to feel all over his boyfriend’s face, moving it in all directions to maybe find a hidden injury. When he found nothing he frowned and looked like a lost puppy. George really had to fight hard to hold back his laughter. His boyfriend really had the tendencies of a puppy at times and it was fucking adorable. It would always make his heart melt with love and affection, but he always would tease his boyfriend about it. Dream’s head tilted to the side, a frown and a pout, George wanted to kiss him silly. Instead, he settled for a quick peck on the lips. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the lips of his boyfriend. A slight blush dusted the younger’s cheeks. George smiled brightly and brought his backpack to his front. He opened it with one goal in mind. Maybe he could immortalize his boyfriend’s pretty blush. He always looked so lovely when George managed to make him blush. 

Once he felt the object he pulled it out and turned to his boyfriend. He turned on the polaroid camera and pulled Dream by the sleeve of his pink hoodie to get him inframe. George made sure both of them and the bike he was on were inframe by having forced Dream to take the picture. They counted down from three and smiled brightly. Dream’s blush was still visible. George grinned in glee mentally. As George was about to reach for his camera, Dream pulled the object away with a playful shake of his head. George raised an eyebrow in question with his arms crossed over his chest.

“One more.” “What? I- fine, then we’re going back, our time is almost up, idiot.” 

They got ready to pose for the picture and right before Dream was about the shutter button George surprised him. He turned his head and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek right as the flash went off. His hand was holding the blond’s face firmly, lips on his cheek. He lingered for a bit before pulling away and letting go of his face. Dream stood completely frozen and the film was just waiting for someone to take it to look at the developing picture. Dream looked like a complete dumbass in George’s opinion. Wide eyes, mouth hanging open, — almost on the ground if it were possible — the hand that held the camera frozen in the air. A tall ass statue looking like an idiot. The brunette laughed at his boyfriend before jokingly waving his hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dream?”

Dream snapped back to reality. “You- you kissed me?!” He stuttered, face much darker than usual. Again George laughed. He felt so full. Full of love. Full of happiness. Full of contentedness. Full of peace. This is what he wanted in life. A silly date with his boyfriend where both of them enjoy themselves. Where they are comfortable and living their dream life. They can be dumb and silly, making the other laugh so hard tears are falling and struggling to breathe. Past George would look at present George with stars in his eyes. This is more than he ever wanted and he would cherish each and every moment. 

“It would be cute for the photo. Also, you look so pretty with blush dusting your face,” George paused before grinning, “puppy.” Dream let out a tiny squeak and flushed even darker. 

George managed to get his polaroid camera back and put it back in his backpack safely. Carefully George pocketed both of the pictures in a sleeve before putting them in one of the pockets inside the backpack. He closed the pocket before facing his boyfriend, who was already staring at him.

George was taken aback by the amount of love Dream’s eyes held when looking at the brunette. The brunette could swear he saw stars gleaming in his eyes. Glowing prettily with their love for him. The love Dream has for him. It was like the whole milky way was in his boyfriend’s eyes, not that he would ever say that out loud. He could feel his face heat up, he ducked down his head as he heard the taller chuckle. Instead of giving the other a snappy comment he just gave him the middle finger before sitting properly on the bike again and rode back to the shop, pretending like he didn’t just think the mushiest romantic thoughts about his boyfriend. That was Dream’s job, being the mushy one in their relationship. He left Dream sputtering and scrambled to get on the bike himself to catch up to George, who laughed loudly. Both of their laughs mingled together, intertwined like their love, and echoed in the dark 

With the time they had left they both raced to see who could get to the shop quickest. Laughing loudly and full of love. 

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Getting Dream to do his bidding without any questions asked was much easier than he first thought. Dream really was a simp. Well, George couldn’t really say anything because he was just as easy as his boyfriend, just in a different way. 

While the blond was making the sandwiches, George was roaming around in their apartment to get the things they needed for the surprise date. Just the thought of it had George smiling. Dream had no idea and probably thought they were just going to have lunch at home. Oh boy was he wrong. As much as George wanted to skip around and hum songs, he couldn’t. It would make it obvious he was planning something and he wanted Dream to be genuinely surprised. 

He used the same backpack that was used on their bike date. (It was the only backpack George had anyway) The dark-haired brunette did have one slip up, but he saved it so fucking smoothly. (By smoothly he means that he just kissed Dream silly until he forgot about questioning George and instead tried to follow the shorter’s lips when he pulled away) George was a fucking pro at this, he should do this more often. It was fun. While he ran back and forth Dream would stop him by gripping his hips and pulling him into a deep kiss. There were a couple of times when just a small innocent kiss turned into a full-blown hot make-out session where both would pant when pulled away. Each time George would leave with a playful glare and slap the taller’s ass before getting back to his mission. 

Finally, he was done packing everything, even the food his boyfriend made. 

“Dream~” he sang, walking slowly towards his blond boyfriend from behind. When close enough he hugged him from behind. “I have a surprise for you. Also wanna go on a date?”

Dream sputtered. George didn’t even need to see his face to absolutely know he was blushing. Whole face heated up, flushed in with a darker colour than usual. “I- you- s-sure.” To hold back a mean laugh, that would definitely make the other flush even darker and make even down to his chest, (George would never admit it to anyone else but the thought made him salivate) he cleared his throat and replied. “Cool.” But kept on hugging. 

“Uh, George?”

“Yeah?” His voice was muffled by his face pressed into his boyfriend’s shoulder. So comfortable.

“Is the date you just hugging me while I stand here?” Dream laughed, but his hands were laid over his own and gave a slight squeeze. 

George hummed. “You’re pretty like this, all for me to look at and do whatever I want.” 

Dream let out a high-pitched whine at his words and George smiled. “But no, it wasn’t my plan. I just wanted to hug you for a bit, idiot. I’ll give you some time for it to go down, then you have to dress warm and comfortable, okay?” The blond nodded and scampered to their shared bedroom.

When he was alone in the living room George finally let out the laugh he had been holding on to. While waiting he grabbed one of Dream’s favourite beanies and put it on. It was kind of chilly outside and George knew he would complain and just end up cuddling Dream while they ate. It was still early so it was allowed. 

“Dream hurry the fuck up!” 

Two seconds later said man stood in front of him, hair tousled, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and a hoodie that George had bought him two years ago. He pulls him in for a kiss before they walk out, backpack on and hands intertwined. George looked down at their hands and felt his chest swell with love. God, did he love his boyfriend. His cheeks were heating up, but he did nothing to hide it. Instead, he smiled proudly, swinging their hands back and forth. 

Dream kept on pestering him about where they were going but the only response he got from his shorter boyfriend was just a smug smile. George was almost skipping instead of walking by how giddy he felt, and Dream on the verge of whining heightened the feeling. He just hummed at whatever the blonde said, still walking with their hands swinging back and forth. The blond’s hand was warmer than his own, but it chased the chill away. Even if he wasn’t holding his hand, just being by the blond’s side made George feel warm and the chill had no fighting chance to lower his temperature. And seeing Dream eager to know what was happening kept his face warm by how much he was smiling. His cheeks hurt but he didn’t mind. He always smiled so much that his face hurt whenever he was with Dream. The blond could be doing nothing and yet George would be smiling like an idiot who just won the lottery. 

Finally, they were at the park. Dream stopped them both. 

“Please don’t tell me we’re still not there.” The blond whined, finally letting the pout form. George barked out a laugh, unable to hold himself back. Biting his lip George contemplated if he should tease him more or not. 

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll like my answer then babe.” George teased. Dream full-on whined and if they weren’t outside he would’ve definitely stomped his foot. George had to bite his lip almost painfully hard to stop himself from losing the façade. 

“Oh no, are you going to act like a baby? Want me to go back so you can go to bed? It’s way past baby’s bedtime.” He taunted, loving the way the taller man’s face darkened considerably. George let out a mean laugh, darkening the flush on the other man’s face. It was way too entertaining and thrilling not to do.

“Okay okay,” he tried to calm down, hands on either side of Dream’s face, stubble prickling the palm of his hands. It’s longer than usual. Hot. “ but to be serious, we’re there.”

Dream looked around like a lost and confused puppy. George wanted to squish his boyfriend. Instead, he put down the backpack and started to unpack. A big blanket, a few Tupperware full of food and a closed bowl. 

With some help, he placed the blanket down with barely any wrinkles. It was soft, perfect for him

to mindlessly run his hands through. 

Dream sat down on his knees, watching his boyfriend pull out the contents of the backpack. 

George clapped his hands. “There! Now, dig in.” He smiled softly at the blond. 

“George,” Dream was breathless, “you romantic little shit. You’re gonna make me cry. I- why did— how- why?” 

“Do I need a reason to take my boyfriend on a date? Plus I can’t let you be the only one that gets to take the other on cute surprise dates. I’m going to win that title.” 

Dream scoffed. “As if. I’m the best at cute surprise dates!” George laughed, knowing full well what he had done. Pulling out the competitive side of the blond was always amusing. 

“Oh really?” He taunted and booped Dream’s nose. That made him shut up. “Come here.” He signalled. The blond moved without protest and settled himself on the brunette’s lap. 

“My pretty baby.” He ran his fingers through the blond hair, soft to the touch, almost as soft as the man it belonged to. George would always thank fate for letting them meet each other and get to know each other on a deeply personal level. Getting to know Dream’s darkest thoughts, dreams and desires had been a journey. The blond always wanted to present himself as a perfect human being, devoid of any flaws. Hiding those things he perceived as flaws. It took George a while to get Dream to kill those habits and embrace his flaws. ‘It’s what makes you human, you idiot.’ He had said while holding the other’s hands tightly. George wasn’t without flaws himself. Opening up with emotion hadn’t always been easy for him. Where Dream wore his feelings and emotions on his sleeve, George hid them deep inside in the darkest corners. Just as George helped Dream embrace his flaws, Dream helped George embrace his emotions slowly. They both sometimes fall back to old habits but the other would be there to help them out. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by something pressing against his lips. When he comes to it’s one of the sandwiches Dream made earlier and his boyfriend was trying to feed him. George flushed but opened his mouth to take a bite. He almost moaned at the heavenly food in his mouth. Dream was really fucking good at making food. Okay, so maybe he was biased and overdoing it a bit but he was much better than George at making food. Plus homemade food will always be better than store-bought food. George will die on that hill. 

He had almost forgotten and almost knocked their heads together when he remembered. He pulled out the polaroid camera and aimed it at Dream who was munching on a sandwich. Cheeks puffed up. He was slightly wiggling from happiness from the food. His hair was messy and the sun shone on it making it look like gold. Like the Gods had blessed him with locks of gold. A precious gift to the world. He held up the camera and pressed the button, his boyfriend the only one in the frame. 

When Dream heard the click of the camera he looked up like a deer caught in the headlights. George bit his lip to hold back from laughing but ended up laughing quietly either way. 

“Baby, you look like a chipmunk.” George choked out between breaths, his voice in a higher pitch than normal thanks to him laughing and trying to speak.

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They had been watching TV together when Dream stopped on a baking channel. The person baking was talking about different techniques while the two lovers shared a look. They turned off the TV and got up, but not before George left a sloppy kiss on Dream’s cheek. The younger shrieked and ran to the kitchen while George was left on the sofa laughing, almost falling off and hitting the floor. 

Once the oldest managed to calm down they both put on aprons. To retaliate for earlier Dream tightened the knot a bit too much (not enough for it to hurt his boyfriend but enough to make the other complain.) George glared at the laughing man who just cackled in return. Once George was done playfully glaring at his boyfriend, they gathered the different ingredients. The raven-haired man wanted to take the easy route and just use cake mix but Dream just rolled his eyes at the older while getting the flour, baking powder, cocoa powder and sugar. 

“Baby, stop pouting and get two eggs and the milk please?”

George continued to pout. That was until Dream leaned down to kiss him, the older man flushed pretty quickly and did as asked. While the dirty-blond man was gathering the rest of the ingredients, George went to get the speaker and put on one of the shared playlists on a low volume, just to have some background noise. 

Walking back to the kitchen he stops by the door frame and leans onto the wall, just watching his boyfriend. Just watching the younger man exist in their shared home. George’s chest felt warm. He couldn’t stop smiling either. No doubt did he look like a complete fool looking at his boyfriend mumble to himself, he would almost bet he had heart eyes looking at the man. An idea popped in. He ran to their bedroom to get his polaroid camera. When he returned to the kitchen the younger had yet to notice him. Good . 

A click forced Dream’s focus away from mixing the batter to look at his boyfriend with a camera covering his face, pointing at the dirty-blond man. The tall man stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Eyes wide as saucers, eyebrows almost touching the sky and mouth wide open. George tried his best, he swears, but couldn’t keep himself from keeling over laughing at how his boyfriend looked. His heart squeezed in affection at the other’s playful whine. After a few minutes of George laughing and Dream whining and pouting at how unfair life was, George managed to calm down enough to kiss his boyfriend in an apology. 

They end up with most of the ingredients in the bowl. Dream had flour in his air and two handprints on his pecs, courtesy of George. The elder got a loud squeak and a face full of flour at his antics. Dream wheezed at George’s face and the sputtering that had followed. 

“Dream!”

“I see no difference.”

“You- You little shit.”

“And you love this little shit, but if anything you are the little one here.”

“Dream, I swear to God, I will touch your ass with flour.”

“Don’t! These are my favourite ones.” And like it would help the taller covered his butt with his own hands. George just rolled his eyes and started pouring the batter into the cake form. 

“Can you open the oven for me, babe?” 

Silence. 

“Baby?”

“Ehh, George?”

“Yes? Did you open the oven?”

“We forgot to pre-heat the oven.”

George put down the bowl with a quarter of the batter down before turning sharply to Dream to see if the younger was pulling a prank. 

He was not pulling a prank. 

“Oh my god, we actually forgot it.” 

“Well, guess we gotta wait a bit longer then. “ Dream shrugged while turning on the oven. George groaned out of impatience. He wanted the cake now. The batter smelled so good. It was basically enticing him to taste it. He was about to stick his finger into the batter but Dream caught his wrist before he could do anything. ‘

“Absolutely not.”

“But, Dream, I don't wanna wait anymore,” George whined like a kid, normally he would never resort to it this quickly but he was impatient. Very impatient. 

“Well, that sucks because you have to.” The taller said before quickly kissing his nose and pulling him into a hug.

“I know what you’re doing and I hate to inform you that it’s working.” George muttered hugging his boyfriend back. Dream laughed before kissing the crown of George’s head. While waiting for the oven to heat up they sway back and forth while hugging. Dream leaves kisses on top of Goerge’s head and George draws patterns on Dream’s stomach. 

“George?”

“Yes?”

“Wanna dance?”

“Sure.”

George thought Dream was going to put on one of those cute songs they sometimes slow dance to. Oh, how wrong the dark-haired man was. 

Dream had queued up a couple of songs. The first one was Likey by TWICE. 

Oh no. 

“No, absolutely not. Nuh-uh. No way in hell.”

“But you said sure.” Dream looked at him like a kicked puppy. That man knew damn well exactly what he was doing with that look. 

“I thought you meant slow dancing, not a whole-ass choreographed dance.” George gestured wildly with his arms. 

“Well, it’ll take longer until you get cake then.”

In the end, as always, George gives in. He always does. They both end up dancing with their hearts to the song. Looking at each other with wide dumb smiles, laughing, in love. 

Next song: TOMBOY by (G)I-DLE. George was the one that had shown his boyfriend the dance. They again danced their hearts out. In the middle of the song, Dream went to put the cake in the oven. He put on a timer on his phone before returning and continued to dance. 

Last song: LOVE DIVE by IVE. At first, both of them are dancing but after a few seconds, George stops and just watches his boyfriend dance. Dream didn’t shy away from how feminine the choreography really is. In fact, he embraces it. George just stood there watching the other dance. When the chorus hit George couldn’t help but whistle at his boyfriend. When both of them were dancing George was more stiff, just like how a boy group would do it if they were covering a girl group. Making the choreography more masculine and sharp instead of feminine and fluid. Dream was not shying away from the way girl groups would dance and George adored him for it. George just had to work on himself. He would feel embarrassed whenever he tried to do the same as Dream. But he was a lot better than a couple of years ago. Back then he would refuse to even dance choreographies from girl groups. 

The song looped. George at first frowned before realisation dawned on him. Dream wanted him to join. He shrugged and joined in the middle of the third time it was looping. He was still stiff but was trying his best. 

“Look at my boyfriend go!” Dream shouted, grinning like an idiot. George called him that and just got a smiling shrug back. When the bridge hit again George was going to give Dream the show of his life. 

Dream’s jaw was practically on the floor during the whole bridge. Mission accomplished. George felt good. Now Dream would feel how he felt watching the blond. Sat on the floor one leg bent up running his hands up it, he looks at Dream. The tall man was transfixed, frozen in place. When the song ended George paused before it could loop again. 

“Fuck, you looked so fucking hot.” 

“Now you know how I feel.”

“Wait,” realisation washed over Dream, “is that why you’re always so handsy after?”

Instead of giving a verbal response George just nodded before getting his own phone to cue more k-pop songs. ILLELLA by MAMAMOO was the first song he had queued. 

Both of them pumped their chest to the song, looking at each other with toothy grins. George was humming with the song and tried to loosen up his hips. Apparently, he was doing something right since the tall man was staring at him with wide, hungry eyes and completely frozen. The dark-haired man stopped dancing and walked to his boyfriend. He closed his open jaw. 

“You’re drooling, baby.” He purred. 

That seemed to snap Dream back to reality. “F-fuck off.” George decided to take pity on the poor man and sat down on the sofa to listen to the song. Both of the men had a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads and were lightly panting. They sat on the sofa through the whole song until the next one came on. 

George perked up immediately. It was his favourite song to dance to and always cheered him up. Plus it was the first full choreography he ever learned. But instead of doing the full dance, George decided to change it up a little bit. 

“You and me in the moonlight.” George pointed first at Dream from where he now was standing up, then at himself before looking up at the ceiling like a lovestruck teenager. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face, not like he was trying to hide it. Dream just scoffed. And George would almost bet his hand that he rolled his eyes too. He continued to act like a lovestruck teenager until the pre-chorus hit, that's when he started following the choreography. Both through the pre-chorus and chorus George couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. He sang along with the song and danced. He was overexaggerating all of the moves but that was what made it fun for the man. Just being silly and not apologetic for it. This was one of the few moments where nothing was holding George back, especially not his thoughts. 

Finally, the timer went off and Dream got off of the sofa. George turned down the music and sprawled down on the floor like an oversized starfish. He was breathing heavily but that was expected with what they had been doing while waiting for the cake to finish. 

“So?”

“Are the cakes out of the oven?”

George was met with silence, he frowned and raised his head to look for his boyfriend. Dream was standing in the doorframe wiggling his eyebrows. George groaned, done with his boyfriend. 

“You think with your dick too much.”

“You like it.”

“Shut the fuck up before I leave your ass.”

“But you love my ass, George.”

The dark-haired man abruptly sat up. “That’s it.” Then he tackled his boyfriend, making both of them chuckle before sharing a soft kiss. “Are they cooling?” Dream nodded. 

“Good, we’ll eat them later. Now, follow me.” George pulled on the belt hoops on Dream’s pants. 

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George had been lazing on the sofa when Dream came into the living room with a spring in his step. 

“What has you acting like a happy bunny?” He asked while sitting up with his elbow support. 

“So,” Dream started, lightly shaking his fists, “how about you and me on a restaurant date?” 

“Does it mean I have to change?”

“George, you’re wearing sweatpants and a dirty- wait is that my hoodie?” George shrugged in answer before laying down flat again with only one leg propped up. “Baby, please? I wanna see you all dressed up, and god your hair, fuck me. You look so fucking hot when you style your hair.”

“We all know Dream. You’re a huge simp and never even subtle about it.”

“Well, how can I be when I have such a handsome boyfriend.” Dream grinned, swaying his hips while walking to the sofa before crouching by George’s face. After a few moments of internal debating, George answers. 

“Fine, but I want a kiss first.” 

He opened his eyes and gently cradles Dream’s face in his hands. He lifted himself up to meet the lips of his boyfriend. They shared a soft and loving kiss. At times like this George realises how much the taller man actually loves him. He knows that he’s loved but to actually get the confirmation is something else. Each time they kiss Dream tries to show all of the feelings he isn’t able to say with words. George does the same. And in some moments like this, both of the men tear up. It’s one thing to hear the words ‘I love you’ but when it’s shown through actions it feels more impactful. George could get drunk on the love Dream exudes for him. The love he gives isn’t like coming home after a bad day to get a hug, instead, it is like standing in a field full of sunflowers and the sun shines down at you. The sun warms you up while the sunflowers subtly give out their scent, wrapping around you. Soaking through your clothes and make itself at home there, making you carry its scent all the time. And George wanted to drown in that feeling.

They slowly pulled away only to have their foreheads touching, their noses bumping into each other before giggling like two teenagers who just started dating. Before sitting up properly, George stole a quick kiss before walking to their bedroom to change. 

“Darling, how fancy are we going?” George shouted while looking in the closet. 

“How about you wear the dark blue blouse and I’ll match with the green one?”

George turned around to see Dream already walking towards him. “Plus, you will steal everyone’s heart when you style your hair too. Also, wear the black jeans.” 

“Well look at you, a fashion icon. Should I pay for your tips?”

“I know one way you can pay.”

“Fucking hell Dream, you freak.”

“What?” Dream pouted at him, “how does me wanting kisses as payment make me a freak?”

George groaned and covered his face to hide his blush. “Oh my god.”

Dream laughed and kissed George’s uncovered forehead. “I wasn’t the one who thought with my dick, as you put it.” 

“This was one time.”

Silence. 

He groaned. “Okay fine! It has happened more than once but it’s usually you who doesn’t think with the head on top of your shoulders.”

“Agree to disagree.” He just rolled his eyes at the younger man’s tactics. 

They both get dressed in a comfortable silence.

George went to the bathroom to style his head, only to be followed by a 6-foot man-puppy. If Dream had a tail George would bet good money that it was wagging violently now. He started by wetting his hair with his hands before getting the hair gel to get the shape he wanted. While concentrating on getting the shape, Dream had wrapped his arms around George’s waist and was now giving him a back-hug. When they made eye contact they couldn’t help but smile at each other, absolutely smitten. George went back to focusing on styling his hair. Once he had the shape he liked he got the hairspray and glued the hair in place. Apparently, Dream had not moved when he had grabbed the hairspray and was sputtering, swearing and harking. George felt bad for giggling but it was kind of the blond’s fault. He knew the hairspray doesn’t taste good and yet he didn’t move.  <

“Are you okay, you big baby?”

“Am I-” he coughed “am I okay? Do I look okay?” Dream croaked. George cooed before giving the man a kiss on the cheek, then patted the other. 

“I’m ready, darling.”

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Standing outside Dream’s chosen restaurant had George’s jaw on the ground. 

“Dream,” he hissed through his teeth, “we’re not eating here, too ex-”

“Calm down, I got it.”

“Clay.” A warning. 

“I saved up, we can splurge this once. Come on, Georgie. I made reservations and everything. Also, don’t order the least expensive. This is for us, you can enjoy yourself, my love.” Dream kissed his forehead. George sighed in defeat but took his boyfriend’s hand and squeezed in two quick pulses. Dream beamed and did the same back. Nonverbal ‘I love you’. 

They walk in and George was overwhelmed. Everything looked so expensive and he was terrified to just breathe. He felt so out of place. Everyone looked so formal it almost made him sick. How could someone enjoy doing this regularly? Just thinking about it zapped all of his energy. George wanted to go home, but he didn’t want the money Dream had used on their reservation to go to waste. So he powered through. He could get through this. Just ignore all of the people in unreasonably expensive clothes sitting and eating even more ridiculously expensive food. There was no way food could be reasonably this expensive. 

They walked up to the hostess who was standing by a desk trimmed with gold on the edges. George felt dizzy. 

They were nice. On her tag were her name and pronouns. Well, that was a plus in George’s book. He thought places like this were closeminded but he was pleasantly surprised. She/they. The Brit smiled. 

They show the two lovers the table reserved under Dream’s name. It was more secluded. George was thankful, Dream knew him well. 

They were seated by the host and given the menu. They both thanked her before she walked away with a warm smile. 

Opening the menu, George immediately slammed it closed. 

“Dream.” He hisses again at his boyfriend. 

“What?” George knew damn well Dream was playing dumb. 

He glared at the said man before speaking in hushed anger, “this is way too expensive. How the fuck- did you sell your kidneys or something?” Then George gasped. “You didn’t sell drugs, did you?”

Dream barked out a surprised laugh causing some of the people around them to look at them, some even frowned. George wanted to die. They could easily see they didn’t fit or belong in this stupidly expensive restaurant. 

“Baby, everything is legal. Please just enjoy yourself.”

“We could’ve gone to Mcdonald's and I would’ve been happy.”

Dream smiled sadly. “I just wanted to treat you.” He looked down at his hands, he was picking at his nails. A bad habit he tried to unlearn. 

George softened. “Oh, darling.” He took his hand in his own and squeezed their nonverbal ‘I love you’. “Fine, I may not like this, but I don't want to ruin it. You did so well saving up for this, we’ll enjoy it together.”

Dream preened at the praise, cheeks flushing lightly yet he was beaming at George. Worth it . 

He opened the menu again, gulping when seeing the prices, but ignored them. Instead, he looked at the appetisers. The names were fucking ridiculous. Why did they have to have such stupid names?

Mista alla Romana read one , but it was just a fucking classical Caesar salad. George wanted to bang his head on the table. Rich people and their stupid way of naming things to make it sound even more expensive. Absolutely ridiculous. 

The Insalata con Funghi did sound good from its description. Baby greens served with sautéed mushrooms in their honey mustard vinaigrette. George guessed this was okay for the entrèe. He did his hardest to ignore the price and how his stomach sank. 

Breathe in, breathe out. You can get through this, it’s only one time.

Next, he looked at the main course. If he didn’t know it was expensive he would’ve fainted at the price. It was making him sweat slightly at the thought of how much it cost and how many shifts he would have to take to even save up anything close to just one meal. 

“You picking an appetiser?” Dream asked softly. 

“Already picked one. The names are ridiculous though.” 

Dream nodded in agreement. 

“What did you pick?”

“The baby greens with mushrooms and honey mustard vinaigrette. Sounded interesting. You?”

“The soup.”

“Oh, are you going to ask the waiter?” Dream shook his head. 

“Want it to be a surprise.” 

“But you hate surprises? You don’t have to force yourself, baby.”

Dream’s whole demeanour softened at his words. “I’m not forcing myself,” George gave him a look, “okay, I may be but I have a good feeling about it. It’s not bad forcing.” They smiled at each other. “Want the dessert here or?”

George took a minute to quickly look at the dessert that was served at the restaurant. Nope. 

He shook his head. A strand of hair fell out of place and settled in front of George’s face. Dream choked a little. 

“We’ll go to the store or something.” Dream cleared his throat while tugging on his collar. George smirked. 

“Or you could be the dessert.” He deepened his voice and let his British accent bleed through more than normal. 

George wanted to howl at Dream’s face and at how he was stuttering, face darkening. Yet he restrained himself while they were in public. Inside he was gleaming, absolutely proud of himself. 

“Have you chosen your main course?”

George shook his head. He had only looked at the prices, nothing else. He scanned the list. Pollo alla Piccata , sounded fine. The menu said it was chicken, white wine, lemon, capers, and peas. He hoped it would taste okay. They both looked up at each other in sync and nodded. They had chosen their meals. 

A new waiter came up to them. George quickly looked at the person’s pronouns. He/him. 

They told the waiter what they wanted to eat and drink. He wrote it down and gave them a smile.

“Your drinks will be out shortly.” They smiled back in thanks. 

They sat in silence for a few seconds. George spent those seconds just admiring his boyfriend. The lights from the restaurant hit the man so perfectly that he felt out of breath. His skin was glowing. George was slightly jealous because he knew Dream didn’t really have a skincare routine and was just blessed. His hair looked like a halo with how the light hit it. Dream’s hair had gotten lighter now that he was out more often. With his job, he could just be inside all day but after a lot of nagging (lovingly) on George’s side, Dream went out more and worked outside of their home. 

Looking at his boyfriend felt more special than anything in his life. He would be forever thankful Dream felt the same towards him. Even though it was weird at first, George slowly got used to it and Dream learned George’s limits. 

“Are you done, baby?”

George felt his face heat up. “Shut up, I’m allowed to admire my boyfriend.”

“And I can point that out.”

“More like tease me for it.” The Brit mumbled. 

Dream grinned innocently in response, but George could easily see the glint of mischief in his eyes. 

Their drinks come and they thank the waiter. 

George puts his hand on the table with his palm facing up, a silent invitation. Dream sees it and George swore he lit up brighter than any star or sun. Immediately Dream grasps his hand and started running his thumb. They smile at each other. If it was a romcom George would’ve complained only to be shut up by Dream kissing him. 

Their appetisers came five minutes later. George did feel hungry so he was thankful. They eat in relative silence, only a few words were exchanged complementing the food. George could admit the food was good, nothing too amazing but it was okay. Not worth the price though. Not at all worth the price. Dream did seem to enjoy himself and that was enough for George. They finish the food relatively quickly and wait for the main course. 

Fifteen minutes later Dream’s dish comes and a few seconds later the waiter is back with George’s meal. They look at each other before taking the first bite. 

George was slightly disappointed but not enough to ruin the meal. He did not like the peas they had but they were bearable with the rest of the food. Again they eat in silence. There wasn’t much to comment on besides how tender the chicken was for George and how juicy Dream’s meat was. Other than that they didn’t say much. George still wanted to be anywhere but in the restaurant. To make it more bearable he zoned out. 

The next thing he knew he was in the car with Dream driving, somewhere. 

“Where-”

“Grocery store.”  

George nodded and zoned back out again. The restaurant had taken quite a lot out of him. He was just ready to get home and take a well-deserved nap. He would leave the decision of dessert to Dream, he was too exhausted to even think about it. 

The next time George zones in again, they are at their apartment. The Brit rushed to their bedroom. As he’s in the doorframe he stops. Picture. Shit. He got his polaroid camera and walked out to their living room where Dream was sitting on the sofa. 

“Hey babe, can you come here for a second?” Dream turned his head to look at him and smiled. He stood up and walked up to George. Dream decided to wrap his arm around George’s waist, pulling him closer to the blond. He only rolled his eyes before lifting up the camera pointing at them and took the picture. His collection was growing. Of both him and Dream on their dates but also of their friends hanging out. The pinboard was filling up and George couldn’t be happier. 

They wait to see the result together. They sit on the sofa, George on Dream’s lap facing him. They wait for around fifteen minutes until the picture was fully developed. 

They are both grinning into the camera, George’s once nicely styled hair was now untamed. Dream looked like the definition of contentment. Just because he could, George kissed Dream’s cheek before walking to their bedroom to hang up the picture and change into more comfortable clothes.

Chapter Text

It wasn’t even planned, it just happened. They were already sitting on the sofa about to watch a movie.

“Can’t we make it into a date night?” 

Dream turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. “You mean now?”

“Duh,” George rolled his eyes. He’s in love with this idiot, “we watch movies until we fall asleep.” 

“Who’s making popcorn?”

“I’ll make it sweetheart. Go and get blankets.” 

Dream nodded thankfully and George got up to put the popcorn in the microwave. When he reached for the box with popcorn he had to stand on his toes. The American had done this on purpose, he fucking knew it. He would get his revenge. Maybe while they were watching movies. Maybe he should just bite Dream’s arm as revenge. Pull his hair- no, the little shit liked that so that wouldn’t be a punishment. 

He opened the packet and put it in the microwave. While waiting he got bowls and filled them with sweets and crisps. Doing all of this he deserved some sweets so while the popcorn was not fully done he nibbled on some sweets. He strolled through TikTok when he got bored of the sweets. 

“It’s over now!” He yelled once the popcorn was finished, two seconds later Dream came trotting to the kitchen with several blankets in his arms looking like a kid on Christmas. Since he could he put both of his hands on Dream’s cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn’t one of the soft ones he would usually give. This one was more firm and commanding. 

Before Dream even gets to think about kissing him back he pulls away with a smirk and puts the popcorn in the bowl. Setting all of the bowls down George giggled when he sat down. It was always so fun to surprise Dream like that. He never knew what the Brit would do. Always on his toes trying to anticipate what he would do next. What next trick George would try to pull. It was nice. George loved it and he knew Dream did too. 

George was fine with platonic PDA in public like holding hands and hugging. But he wasn’t a huge fan of the romantic ones. He was still struggling with guilt. With help from his friends he was much better, the guilt wasn’t as debilitating. It wasn’t chaining him now. Every now and then the rusted chains of guilt would squeeze his heart when Dream would kiss his cheek in public. Stiffening and looking around nervously, getting ready for a punishment. A punishment for liking boys. For being in a relationship with one. 

He was pulled out of his own head by Dream’s hand on his left chin, thumb rubbing back and forth. Dream was looking at him with worry and patience blended seamlessly together like the sun and moon. One uplifting the other, both able to be present at the same time. One filled him with warmth while the other was a comfort. 

“Hey there, idiot.” Dream sounded so found if it was anyone else George would’ve gagged, but this was his boyfriend. His boyfriend who usually didn’t have a lot of patience, but with him, Dream seemed to have the patience of infinity itself. 

“Hi.” George whispered, didn’t dare to speak louder. He clenched his fist. 

“Still wanna watch movies?” Instead of answering verbally, he nodded. Dream nodded back and they got comfortable on their sofa, blankets wrapped around them and bowls with sweets, popcorn and crisps. 

First move, Lilo and Stitch. 

When the title card came and they started singing Dream clapped his hands; an oversized happy puppy. He could practically see his tail wagging back and forth at a vicious pace. His heart felt full. This is all he wanted. A life with his boyfriend, a shared flat together. 

When Mertel said Lilo bit her Dream yelled “Deserved, bitch!”

They were both cackling when the social worker showed up. “Lilo knows what’s up.” 

“It’s kinda funny tho, imagine him being gay and having a husband at home.”

The scene where Stitch had scared away everyone from the beach and Lilo and Nani sit down defeated had just finished and them surfing with David. Dream put his arm around George’s shoulders and put his head on his own. The Brit smiled to himself and got two pieces from the sweets bowl, popping one into his own mouth and nudging the other on Dream’s lips. Without hesitation, Dream opens his mouth to accept the sweet. They continue to watch the movie. 

“We have to try to surf once.” Dream whispered, “Even Stitch loves it.”

“Stitch is an alien babe.”

“So, doesn’t negate what I said first.”

“I wanna kiss Stitch’s forehead.”

Stitch walked up to Lilo, who was making what looked like a sandcastle but was just a heap of sand with a starfish on the top, and bumped his head against her back to get her attention. His ears were pulled back and down. He looked apologetic. George cooed. He had signalled to Lilo he wanted to surf again, she beamed. 

George looked up at Dream, who had moved his head to better watch the movie. He had never felt so complete before. More like being with Dream was like getting a dessert, not necessary but really nice and appreciated. He knew he wasn’t absolutely dependent on Dream but it was nice having him by his side. 

George teared up at the hammock scene. Lilo and Nani sat on the hammock together, Lilo in between Nani’s legs. When Nani finished her song George let a tear fall. Family movies always hit close to his heart and easily tugged at it. If it was possible he would hug both of the characters and tell them he would fix it, make everything okay again. His hand found Dream’s and he squeezed twice in quick succession, he got two quick squeezes back. George relaxed and continued to watch the rest of the movie in relative silence. A few comments here and there, but that was it. 

They both stretched when the movie ended, George accidentally hit Dream in the face while stretching. “Whoops.” He said while not looking sorry at all, Dream rolled his eyes but said nothing. 

George chose the next movie. Treasure Planet. 

“George, why?”

“Why not? Plus it's god.”

Dream pouted. “The pink floaty thing creeps me out.”

“Of all of the characters Morph is the one that creeps you out?” He was trying his hardest not to laugh at his boyfriend pouting and crossing his arms like a child. “Baby, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” 

“Fuck off.” 

George laughed. They got settled again, George had his back against the armrest and plopped his legs on Dream’s lap. Just to be even more comfortable he got the bowl of popcorn and put it in his lap. Perfect . The movie started and George was gone to the world, entrapped by the movie. 

He was always amazed at the blending between 3D and 2D animation the film had gone with. The transition from child Jim to older was one of George’s favourites from the film. 

“Should I get his hair cut?”

“No,” whined Dream, “I won’t be able to braid it.”

“Dream, I can always grow it out, idiot.”

“No.” He said like a petulant child. 

“Fine, I won’t,” the American grinned in victory and looked back at the screen, “I’ll just shave my whole head.” Dream huffed and hunched his shoulders in defeat. George smiled and focused back on the movie. 

Jim was doing tricks in the air in a canyon. George smiled whenever he noticed the 3D. 

“-know that I let you down.” Dream grabbed the remote in one sweep and paused the movie. 

“Absolutely not, George!” 

“What?”

“A fucking warning next time.”

“What?”

Dream stared at him. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh shit . Right, Dream and his parents. 

“I uh, I didn’t really think of it that much, plus I don’t know every single line.”

Dream sighed. “I know you don’t. Sorry.”

“Baby, don’t apologise. You’re fine, I’m here and you have your friends.” He squeezed Dream’s bicep in comfort. “Want to continue or watch another one?”

“We can continue.” He unpaused. 

George could see Dream tear up but said nothing. He knew if he mentioned it, it would only get worse. Couldn’t do that to Dream, so he just focused back on the movie. 

“I hope it dies.” Dream commented when Morph appeared. 

“Dream, be nice.” 

He could hear Dream repeating what he said but in a higher pitch. Just ignore your lovable idiot . 

A quick glance at Dream during the montage between Jim and Long Silver John made George want to chastise the American’s parents. Fuckers . He settled with cursing them out in his mind. He settled with putting his hand out for Dream to hold if he wanted to or needed it. 

“Nevermind, I hate him instead:” 

Jim, Doctor Doppler and Captain Amelia had crashlanded on Treasure Planet when B.E.N showed up. George would agree, he disliked the character too. 

“I actually wanna hit him with a bad so bad.”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

“Motherfucker is guilt tripping! You scum.” Dream was getting more into the movie than George. 

The movie was close to the end. Jim and John said goodbye to each other. Both of the men teared up. At least it had a good ending. Dream was smiling with tears streaming down his face. 

“They get a happy ending too.”

“Too?” Asked George. 

“Yeah, I have mine and they got theirs.”

“Dream, you’re going to have me bawling into the bowl of popcorn.”

“Good that there’s barely anything left.”

“Oh shut your mouth.”

Both of them reached for the controller in sync. 

“George, no.” 

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I know damn well what movie you want next and no.”

“Oh really?,” George crossed his arms, “tell me then because I haven’t said shit.” 

“Aristocats.” Dream deadpanned. 

Shit . His boyfriend knew him too well. George had no reason to love the Aristocats but he did. It brought him so much joy. He would watch it several times in a row when he was younger. It was the only movie he ever wanted to watch. His parents always gave him a playful glare when they asked him what movie he wanted to watch. Little George would play along and with a grin say ‘Aristocats’. 

The movie wasn’t a masterpiece by any means, as he grew up he found a lot of slip-ups that had managed to sneak itself through the production and into the finished movie. Yet whenever a song was played around George his mood would immediately brighten. He would dance and sing along with a huge grin that Dream had told him lit up the universe. George would admit he had blushed at the comment which in return earned him a kiss on the nose. 

“I’ll suck your dick if we watch Hercules.” 

“Slimy little shit.”

“I know how to play my cards, Georgie.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Play the movie.” 

“I love them.” 

Dream was singing along with the movie. Usually, it would annoy George but it was adorable seeing Dream singing and dancing along. Plus he couldn’t fault the man, the songs were catchy after all. 

Instead of watching the movie, George just admired his boyfriend. Admired how his hair would look like a bird's nest after showering. Admired how his eyes shone with the happiness of a million galaxies. Admired how his jaw would jut out while focusing. He was completely sucked into the movie. Admired how his stubble had grown more and seemed fuller. Admired how the light hit his face in just the right way enhancing his beauty. A painting to only be admired and never touched by anyone but its maker. And George could make Dream the most beautiful canvas to exist.  

“Pause the movie, please.”

Dream did as he requested, confused. 

He said nothing, unwrapped himself from the blankets and ran to their bedroom. His polaroid camera sat innocently on his desk. Quickly he grabbed it and rushed back into their living room almost landing flat on his face rounding the corner. 

Dream sat there and cackled, hands over his stomach and eyes scrunched. 

He put the camera up to his face and took the picture. Immortalising the moment forever. 

They watched the rest of the movie cuddling in each other's arms. Dream would occasionally kiss the top of his head while George would draw some shapes on Dream’s chest. Their own cosy bubble. Their own little world.