george is the first person to wish dream a happy birthday on his birthday
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it's late when george comes to his room that night, so late that dream has almost fallen asleep.
most nights, he and george go to bed at the same time. sure, they brush their teeth in their own bathrooms, change in their own rooms, but after all that, george always appears dream's doorway, soft and smiley and sleepy.
they don't talk about it, but it's dream's favorite of the routines they've developed since george moved in. this safe space they've created for themselves for the end of each day.
he thinks george likes it too.
but tonight, george was still streaming when dream texted him about going to bed. 'u coming?' he had said, to which george replied, 'will be done soon, don't wait up' followed by a heart.
the heart definitely helped, but dream still found it strange to get in bed alone.
george keeps his word, though, not that dream ever doubted him. he slips through dream's half-open door about thirty minutes after his text, quietly making his way over to the bed.
dream stirs slightly at the soft noise, his eyes fluttering open in the dark.
the mattress dips next to him, followed by his duvet lifting, and then george is there; a warm, familiar weight at his side.
dream hums, snaking his arms around his waist. "you came," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
a hand slides up from his nape into his hair, brushing through it in the gentle way george always does.
"of course," he says. "did i wake you up?"
dream shakes his head, sliding his leg between george's in the same movement. "was like, half-asleep."
george hums, "that's good. sorry i kept you up, anyway."
"'s okay," dream says honestly. he moves his head up slightly so they're face to face on the pillow, "missed you."
there's no reply then, just soft fingertips running through his hair and tracing down the side of his face. when george's palm cups his cheek, dream's eyes flutter shut at just the warmth of it, his body relaxing fully into the mattress.
"you know," george starts, hushed, "it's technically your birthday."
dream smiles sleepily, nudging even closer to him on the pillow. "is it midnight?" he asks.
"mhm. or, like, two minutes past probably. so happy birthday."
dream smiles even wider, "were you waiting to be the first to say it?"
he feels george's breath on his lips when he lets out a soft laugh. "yeah, i guess i was."
and his laugh is infectious as always, or maybe dream just has a habit of always laughing when george does, but either way, dream laughs, too.
he pulls george closer as if they aren't already close as can be.
"well, thank you," he says, and he means it.
in the dark, every touch feels a little heightened. george's hand in his hair; the warm skin of his back beneath dream's palms.
and it doesn't matter how many times they share a bed like this, dream doesn't think he'll ever quite get used to it. having george this close.
"it's gonna be a good day, i think. i know, actually," george says eventually.
dream nods, "'m just so happy you're here this time. don't really care about anything else. just... havin' you here."
even though he can't see it, he knows george is smiling.
"yeah, i know," george whispers, and then there's something warm pressing against dream's lips
—george's lips, he realizes; real and soft and warm in a way that lights something in his heart.
this birthday might already be his favorite one yet, he thinks. (he knows.)
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happy dream day !! :) 💚
