A/N: Suggestion/Request/Idea by @LanasCactus :) Also, twitter accounts mentioned in this story may or may not be real (I'm too lazy to check), but they're completely unrelated to this story in real life, so don't send hate or whatever lmao

GEORGENOTFOUND'S POV

George blinked his eyes open sleepily. The room was dark, and he could hear Dream breathing steadily beside him. He shifted in bed, cuddling closer to the blonde, trying to fall asleep again. After what felt like half an hour of lying awake, trying to calm his train of completely random thoughts, George sat up, rubbing his eyes groggily. He leaned over and picked up his phone, idly clicking open Twitter. After a few minutes of scrolling, he came across a tweet that made him freeze.

@technoblad_simp_145 tweeted: Wtf, I thought Dream would look better. I'm unstanning and unfollowing.

@boohoocrackerboi tweeted: Yoo, Dream really do be gae and that do be disgusting...

And about a hundred of similar tweets.

George widened his eyes. He quickly shut off his phone, gently placing it back down on his nightstand.

Better keep Dream off Twitter for a while.

He lied back down, but Dream was already awake.

"Why're you awake?" Dream groggily muttered, stretching and narrowly missing George's face.

"Nothing. I just couldn't fall asleep." George lied, an uncomfortable twisting in his stomach.

"Close your eyes, at least." Dream mumbled, pulling George closer, burying his chin in George's hair. George consented, shutting his eyelids, and slowly drifting off to Dream's steady heartbeat, drumming in his ear.

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When George next woke up, Dream was lying against his headboard, staring at his phone. The fact didn't register in his mind until a few seconds later, and he inadvertently tensed up. Dream noticed, and glanced down at George.

"You're awake! What's up?" Dream put down his phone, turning his attention to George.

"What're you doing?" George asked nonchalantly. Dream shrugged.

"Just reading some comments."

George bit his lip. Had the haters spread to YouTube as well? Dream picked his phone back up again.

George sat up, and leaned over, resting his chin on Dream's shoulder. He let out a quiet sigh, for most of the comments were supportive and kind.

After a few minutes, Dream put his phone down, and stretched, cracking his back. "Let's get up now. No point in wasting the morning if we're already awake."

George swung his legs out of bed, keen to not let Dream know there was anything wrong. Dream lazily sauntered over to his closet, and picked out a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants, and tossed an outfit at George's request. Once they both got dressed, George sneaked a look at Twitter.

Still a lot of hate.

George swallowed nervously, and hurriedly put his phone away. Dream was watching him curiously from across the room.

"What're you looking at?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just... just Instagram." George lied, stammering a little.

Dream did a double take, but decided to let it pass. For now. Once Dream exited the room, George sat back down on the bed, resting his head on his left arm, and his left arm on his legs.

How can I possibly keep Dream away from Twitter? It's simply too big of a task.

George finally stood up, stretching, groaning under his breath. He slipped on his outfit and walked outside of the room, leaning on the doorframe, watching as Dream meticulously cooked the breakfast. Dream turned around.

"Well look who's gotten changed."

George giggled behind his hand. "How are you doing this? If I tried cooking, I would probably burn the whole house down."

Dream smirked. "Probably would." The blonde turned back to the frying pan. George sat down at the counter, drumming his fingers casually. After a few minutes, Dream turned around, putting down a plate of bacon, and eggs.

"Not like you to spend this much time cooking." George commented, impressed.

"I don't know. Just felt like it." Dream shrugged, sitting down next to George, and they both dug in.

The pair finished the meal quickly, chatting amiably. At some point, Dream brought up his latest video.

"I haven't checked Twitter yet. What're they saying?" Dream asked.

George froze up. "Uh— um. Well, I mean, the stans are going crazy right now..." George bit his lip. Lying had never been his strong suit.

Dream didn't seem to notice, snapping at something behind George.

"What?" George turned around.

"Just a fly." Dream turned his attention back to George. "Sorry, what?"

"Ehh... The stans just being stans, you know." George repeated, more fluent this time. Dream shrugged, not paying much attention. Inside, George let out a breath of relief.

The day passed smoothly. Thank the gods, Dream didn't appear to check Twitter, instead absorbed in the editing of his video. George spent a long time simply sitting slightly behind Dream, leaning his chin on Dream's shoulder, watching as Dream did his magic. There was always something special about Dream's editing — a sort of magic touch that spiced up a video.

Dream sat back, scaring George and making the dark haired boy jump.

"Oh sorry." Dream turned around, and ruffled George's hair for the fun of it.

"Hello, Dream." George spoke sarcastically. "It seems that you've found out that I've been leaning on your shoulder for the past few hours."

Dream laughed, hiding his smile behind his hand. "I'm sorry that you're so tiny that I never noticed."

George rolled his eyes, playfully shoving Dream.

"Woah woah!" Dream lifted his hands in surrender, a look of feigned offense on his face.

George yawned pointedly, then turned his chair around, seemingly pushing himself out of the room. Dream stood up and chased after the Brit, catching his shoulders and planting a kiss on George's forehead.

"Well now, don't leave me." Dream protested. George blushed, then turned his chair back around, blocking the doorway. It was Dream's turn to roll his eyes, and he sat back down.

"Hmmm... I haven't checked Twitter yet today." Dream clicked open a new tab on his browser, typing in the Twitter url. George's eyes widened.

"Uh... Dream, there's no need to check Twitter." George rushed to Dream, blocking Dream's monitor screen, extremely conspicuous.

Dream frowned. "Is there something you're not telling me?" George froze, blood running cold.

"N-no." George bit his lip. Dream raised his eyebrows, skeptical. He gently pushed George away, and read the tweets, face falling at every line.

"You didn't tell me that the Twitter stans hated my face so much. You didn't tell me they were homophobic."

George stared hopelessly, as Dream slowly clicked off Twitter, shutting off his computer, and walked out of his office. Finally, George regained his senses, and followed Dream, desperately trying to make him see sense.

"No, Dream, it doesn't matter what they say." George pleaded with a stone faced Dream.

"They're my fans. I'll probably lose subscribers." Dream buried his face in his hands, sinking into the couch of the living room.

George sat down next to Dream, trying to console the upset blonde. "No, it doesn't matter, okay? I'm still here. Sap, Bad, Ant, Skeppy, A6d, everyone else, they don't care. I don't care what they say about your face."

Dream gave George a pained look, full of despair.

"Why did I do that face reveal?" Dream finally spoke, voice soft.

"No, Dream. Please, listen." George scooted closer, lifting Dream's chin up gently. "It doesn't matter what you look like. If they unsubscribe because of your face, if they were subscribed at first because they thought your face would... would live up to their expectations, we don't want them. Okay? It doesn't matter what they say. I'll still love you."

Dream sighed, breaking his chin out from George's grip, looking down again. "There goes my career. I won't be able to support my family. I won't be able to support you."

George shook his head, this time gripping Dream's wrists. "No no no no no. That doesn't matter. I just want you to be happy, okay?" George knelt down, forcing Dream to make eye contact.

Dream let out a dry sob, not fighting George's grip this time. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my face wasn't good enough for you." He spoke quietly, addressing someone other than George.

George sat back on the couch, once again lifting Dream's chin to meet his gaze. "No. It is. But that doesn't even matter." George leaned in, gently kissing Dream. His eyelids slid shut, taking in Dream's sweet scent, feeling the cold skin on the blonde's face.

"I don't care, okay? I love you for who you are." George watched Dream's face. Dream's eyes were still shut, swaying gently in the breeze that was streaming in through the open window. The sun had already set, and a darkness was setting over the living room. George planted his hands firmly on Dream's shoulders.

"Thanks." Dream finally whispered. George felt a slow smile spread over his face. He reached out and pulled Dream in his arms, gently rubbing circles in the blonde's back. Dream wrapped his arms around George in return, showing a rare moment of vulnerability, burying his face in George's hoodie.

After a few minutes in this position, Dream finally sat back up, looking George in the eyes. "Thanks." He mumbled again, this time blushing slightly. George leaned in and kissed Dream again, this time reciprocated by the other. Dream entangled his arms around George, forcing the dark haired boy to lean back against the couch.

"I love you too." Dream mumbled. George smiled in return, watching as Dream's figure breathed, chest raising and falling. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep.

A/N: Thanks @LanasCactus :)