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5 - pretty boy ; helium | glass animals

george had a slight change in his routine, he always made sure to bake something in the early morning - for he knew dream would come to visit him, dream has been visiting him for almost a year now - both flirting without thinking of the consequences that come after. george actually likes dream's company, with his witty jokes and weird laugh - george was hooked.

however, he does not know much about the man, only that his parents died when he was ten and that a family friend adopted him, now he has four other siblings, also, more importantly - dream's favourite flavour in everything is chocolate. well, george knows that much, but he doesn't know about his current life. but, he trusts dream not to hurt him, because if he gets killed - no one would know for george lived almost nowhere near anyone.

"george!" dream greeted him, hopping off of his horse.

"hi dream! how are you today?" george inquired, noticing that dream is holding a picnic basket.

"everything's good, come! my siblings insisted on making us something for a picnic." he smiled, charming george, "well, techno, tommy and tubbo made a mess while phil and wilbur spearheaded." dream chuckled.

"okay then! tell them i said thank you." george sweetly replied, "can you wait for awhile though? i'm going to go get the cinnamon pie i made. also! i made you a little something."

dream gave george a small smile as the latter cheerfully hopped away to his house, happily packing a basket of his own. he was absolutely smitten, and he secretly hopes dream is too.

george exited his house, carrying the basket he just packed, and hopped on dream's horse.

"hold on tight." dream reminded, ignoring the blush creeping up on his face from the feeling of george wrapping his arms tightly around his midsection.

the king took george to a river, with a curtain of leaves and vines covering the area. the area was filled with birds and creatures who have immediately taken a liking to george. dream felt soft watching the scene before him; after george hopped off the horse, the animals approached him, with george letting out an airy laugh at.

they then set up their picnic, george sat down on the blanket, waiting as dream pulled out the food his siblings have made; they were mostly jam on bread, but it still made george smile.

"you said you had something for me?" dream lightly teased, and george went red - it's irrational for him to be flustered, after all, dream just asked him a question.

"yea." george mumbled, pulling out the pie, and a box of chocolates he made himself, "i know how much you liked chocolates, so, i made you some."

dream felt his heart melt at the gesture, and smiled. he moved closer and leaned forward, pressing his lips against george's forehead.

"thank you, my little daisy." dream mumbled, breathless and flustered.

"daisy?" george giggled, "how awfully sweet can you be?"

"it's true though! you're plain, and simple yet angelic - like a daisy." dream trailed off, "i know it sounds cheesy but-"

"don't worry, i like it." george reassured dream, placing a hand on top of his, and with that, dream smiled back and moved his hand so he was holding george's.

they then start eating, dream said he'll save the chocolates for later because he wanted to savour it but george just laughed and offered dream to make it again for him whenever he liked.

the two boys then talked about their problems, george's was about living alone, and dream's was about the pressure of keeping up a strong front. they trusted each other to tell them about their struggles and they felt lighter, like a weight has been lifted off of their shoulders.

"are you sober?" george asked before taking a bite out of a sandwich, what he meant to ask was if dream was doing okay, but dream got the point of his message anyway. george's eyes stared deeply into dream's, reading and interpreting his expression like tarot cards and webs of destinies. dream averted his eyes away, for he refused to be torn apart and examined piece by piece like a science experiment - he refused to burden george with his problems regarding loneliness.

"i am indeed sober, not by choice." dream replied, and george smiled - gentle, bright and uplifting, taking what dream said at face value.

"that's still good! i mean, for the long run." george tried to cheer dream up, and that gave the king a burst of confidence, one greater than what he had when he gave george that forehead kiss.

"see, the problem is george, i don't have anyone to spend the 'long run' with." dream looked up at george, "and now i've finally decided that i wanted to spend the long run with you."

george then closed the small book he was reading and took another bite out of his sandwich, choking after hearing what dream said. and the confidence dream had? disappeared as fast as it came.

when george finally calmed down, he laughed.

"confident, are we?" he grinned, "well, good to know you like me too pretty boy."

dream didn't hesitate and pressed his lips against george, tasting strawberries and chocolate from his lips, the kiss was sweet and full of yearning between the two boys. george smiled and broke the kiss.

"gosh, you didn't know how terrified i was." dream nervously laughed, "i mean, i liked you from the start, and i didn't know if you'd reciprocate, i was so scared."

george placed a hand on dream's cheek, caressing his face. "you don't have to be afraid, dream. you're wonderful, who wouldn't like you?"

dream leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and smiling. he then put his hand over george's, moving it closer to his lips, kissing his knuckles.

"my pretty daisy, my pretty little daisy." dream whispered, he then opened his eyes and looked at george's - admiring his sun-kissed face and rosy red cheeks, "then this makes us?"

"boyfriends, if you'd like." george smiled, bigger than the other smiles he had today. and with that, dream gave george a peck on the lips once again.