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appreciation

tw: at this point you should know what im writing

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The hug was the most precious part.

The two had stayed clung in each other's grasp, each of their bodies racking with sobs of joy.  They were so happy to be with each other, finally--to see each other, feel each other.  It felt euphoric.

"I can't believe you're here," Dream laughed into George's hair.

George sniffled, returning the laugh which was muffled in Dream's shoulder.

They held onto each other for a moment longer before both pulling away to wipe away their tears.  Dream's pounding heart throbbed for a while, just simply looking at George.  He was.. right in front of him, which was the most amazing sight.

"Two whole weeks with you," George mused, his smile lingering.

Dream's shoulders shook with light laughter.  "Yeah!  Isn't it great?"

"Of course, who else in the world would I want to spend two whole weeks with?"  The other replied, giving a playful shove to Dream's shoulder.

Dream's heart fluttered at the comment.  He helped George tote his luggage out to Dream's car before starting the trip back to Dream's home.

They talked about George's flight and about plans for the days George would be in Florida.  Laughs fell between the two, and silent admiration radiated off Dream.  Dream's eyes always lingered on George for longer than he wanted, simply studying the pretty man next to him.  A light blush spread over his face whenever he saw George's smile or heard his laugh.  He was truly head over heels.

When they made it to Dream's house, he helped George set up in the spare room where he would be staying.  Sometimes, Dream would catch George staring.  Something about it made him feel warm, knowing that George would look at him too.

It hadn't occurred to Dream that this was the second time George had ever seen him.  The first was with Wilbur, but now it was just them, which made it a different kind of special.

It was just him and George.

The day went on, both of them laughing as they shared stories and memories together on the couch, over faint music playing in the background.

"Dream!"  George scoffed and hit Dream's shoulder lightly.

"What?  It's true!"  They laughed together for a moment longer before catching their breath.

Silence fell between them.

They admired each other's presence, drowning the faint music out as they looked to each other.  Dream could see something glimmer in George's eyes.  Comfort?  Appreciation?

Slowly, gravity drew them closer.  Dream could feel his eyes flicker from George's lips back up to his gorgeous eyes.  They scooted together, before their lips connected.  Something about the kiss felt off, but Dream shoved the feeling to the back of his mind.  In place of the off-put dread, his heart began pounding with painful pulses of anticipation and euphoria.  The kiss was unbelievable to Dream.  It began slow, as if they were both hesitating.  But as time went on, their lips began writhing together.  They were running out of breath quickly as the kiss became more heated.  Eventually they silently agreed that it was enough, and simply held each other.

George was wrapped around Dream's torso, his head nestled in the crook of Dream's neck.  They laid on the couch in that position for a while, George just listening to Dream's heartbeat.

"Thank you for inviting me," George said.  His voice was muffled against Dream's skin.

Dream smiled.  "Of course, George."

Dream was startled awake by nothing.

He realized he wasn't in his bed quickly.  George wasn't with him, either.  He slowly sat up, becoming aware of his surroundings little by little.  He was in the living room, which was dark seeing as the lights had been turned off.  He must have fallen asleep on the couch.

Dream stretched, blinking hard for his eyes to adjust to the dark.  He made his way down the hallway and into his bedroom.  He noticed that someone was in his bed, and smiled to himself when he saw it was George.  Curled up and calm in Dream's sheets, his breathing slow and steady as he hugged onto a pillow.  The sight was adorable, and it was too bad it was dark, otherwise this would have made a cute picture.

Dream shuffled into more comfortable clothes to sleep in before carefully getting into the bed next to George.  He pulled George closer, to which George snuggled into his side.

Just a taste of a life so perfect.

This time, when Dream woke up, something felt wrong.  George wasn't next to him again.  His hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.  Why was he sweating?  It wasn't hot.  If it was a bad dream, he couldn't remember it.

He sat up, but was quickly pushed back down.

George was there.

"Dream," the Brit muttered, clambering on top of Dream.

It took a second for Dream's mind to register.  "George?  What are you doing?"

"I love you," George started.  Something in his hand glittered in the moonlight, but Dream wasn't aware enough to tell what it was.

"I.. love you too," Dream concluded.

Dream went to reach up for George, but the brunette quickly held his hands back down.  Whatever was in George's hands was now pressed against Dream's wrist as George held his hands down.

George's lips curled into a smile, "Let me finish."

Something about this felt wrong to Dream.

"I love you," George repeated.  "But I can't do it anymore."

Dream didn't understand.  "What?"

"I do all of this work for you, Dream.  I'm always the 'behind the scenes' guy.  You get the millions and millions and subscribers, and everything that you could ask for, and what do I get?  The money you earned, when it should be mine?"  George's grip on Dream tightened.

"George, what?"  Dream's mind still didn't grasp onto what was happening, or what was being said to him.

"Dream.  You're good.  I love you, I do," George continued.  "but I can't keep living in your shadow.  I want what I deserve, and it isn't a few lousy dollars.  I want the fame you stole from me."

He realized what was in George's hands now, but it was too late.  George had already swung up, planting it into Dream's stomach.  Up again, and down again, up and down, up, down.  George was killing him.  But Dream didn't feel it.

His vision slowly became more distorted.  He watched as George started to break down, a crazed but hurt smile spread across his face.

George finished his motions.  He took Dream's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.  He got off Dream, laying down next to him.

"You were too good.  I appreciate everything you've done for me.  But truly, you've done enough."

The last thing Dream could hear was George's faint laugh.

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psycho!george ahahaaaa in the tag video, he laughs maniacally so that's where the inspo for this came from. i havent written in a long time and i apologize hjfjhgajjh