sink in you (dreamnotfound)

lemonade

George is currently living the dream life of many a teenage stan.

Seriously. It's some time around five or six in the morning, and he's curled up between sheets with Dream, watching him breathe as he sleeps—his chest rises and falls in tandem with every breath, and George finds it peaceful.

Dream is sleeping peacefully, clad in only green boxers and a necklace he never took off. The necklace hangs over a small bruise on his neck, a bruise of George's doing.

George's definitely done it again—forced himself out of his comfort zone in order to feel "normal" or like he's not "broken".

Maybe it's just what boyfriends do. Maybe boyfriends are supposed to give up their comfort to make each other happy.

It's not that George didn't want it. It's that he didn't know if Dream would want to, if Dream would want him. He didn't know if he'd be pretty enough. Twitter says he's too skinny but Dream says he's perfect.

Just yesterday, he said he'd save himself for when he was ready. But Dream asked George to be his boyfriend, and George accepted, and it all went from there—who would George be to stop the romantic flow?

Part of him regrets it, but part of him...doesn't. They're much closer now. George trusted Dream with the one thing he's been put off from with every partner he's had, and he's loved Dream for years and finally let him take over in full, let his love and warmth completely encapsulate him.

You got what you wanted, Dream. Are you satisfied? Was I good enough?

George hopes he was. Dream is so perfect, so beautiful. Especially when he's sober.

Dream is sober. He showed George so much love and care last night.

George is honestly surprised. Once it was over, Dream showered with him, and then brought him food in bed. Sapnap scolded Dream for walking around in his underwear but Dream said he was in a hurry to bring George snacks.

The entire apartment heard, probably. Sapnap asked George to talk to him in the morning. George's probably going to get lectured for the choices he made about his own emotions, his own body, his own partner.

He knows Karl's not happy with him. Karl might yell at him for choosing Dream, or slut-shame him for the fact that he did something in general.

But realistically, Karl wouldn't. He'd judge silently and maybe make a backhanded comment about George "enjoying his night".

Somehow, that hurts more.

But Dream will be nice, especially after last night. Especially after they got even closer.

They're boyfriends now. They're in love, together, dating. Dream is his boyfriend.

Dream promised not to drink anymore. Not even at parties. It was George's greatest condition—don't drink, don't cheat. Dream promised both of them. They kissed. Did a little more. Ate food and bathed and went to sleep, cuddled up and peaceful.

And now it's the early morning, peaceful and loving. Dream sprayed their room with air freshener and now it smells like vanilla.

They're in love. They're okay.

They're okay.

They healed from the fight. They cuddled and talked and apologized and forgave each other. Dream popped that question and George agreed. They kissed, and then got up to lock the door, and it's all a blur from there.

Sapnap tried to come in. This time, George frantically told him that he couldn't—"we're busy!"—and Dream laughed before continuing making out with him.