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George thought his friends were idiots, for starters.
He loved them, of course, unconditionally. But come on , Dream was a fucking Florida Man and Sapnap was a fucking Texan . They were better than most of the other stereotypes and everything, but they were idiots, in the most endearing way George knew how to put it. Dream had recently had an up and rising Youtuber career, he’d claimed he’d really like to keep his face hidden but was planning a face reveal soon (probably when he finally made his way over to England, like Techno had - who was Dream’s boyfriend. George was really wondering when they’d tell the public, but no rush). As for Sapnap, the absolute Texan, had already made his way over to England for a few months because he wanted to visit his best friend, he claimed. Really? Like hell he’d believe that.
As for himself, he was an actor and model, with his looks how could he not? He likes to tease, he isn’t all the confident, but Dream claimed he was a very beautiful person and should at least put in some effort, so George started doing masterclasses over the pandemic and found out that the mega idiot of all idiots , Wilbur Soot, was also an up and coming actor, along with being a musician and streamer - did the idiot have any fucking burnout? George really wanted to punt that self righteous idiot into the sun ( Perhaps if he’d opened his eyes at the right time or looked at him a second longer, he’d realize just why Wilbur was such a tease ).
So, when his manager announced a new role where he didn’t have a love interest, he was delighted. George had never been in a role where he wasn’t co-starring with someone. Besides, Dream promised he’d show up soon. With his boyfriend and best friends being in England, George wasn’t surprised. George wasn’t madly in love with Dream like some of their fans, the paparazzi, and others like to hint at (even blatantly accuse ) because the blonde had always been infatuated with Techno; in fact, it had mostly been a sort of parasocial relationship until Techno had fell for Dream and when Dream had ceased to see Techno as a sort of God. and even if he still does, George doesn’t wanna know what kinda kinky ass shit those two get into behind the scenes (minecraft nerds, imagine not having a ‘real job’).
“Oh George~!” called a voice that sent goosebumps up his back but also made him grimace in a sort of painful expression, “There’s my Gogy.”
“Wilbur, I told you not to call me that,” George sighed, “What are you even doing here? I told my manager to not let you in. You don’t even have a role here!”
Wilbur’s grin turned wicked and all of a sudden George’s fight or flight kicked in, “Aw Gogy, it’s such a shame you hate me so much, especially with how pretty you are! But, I have a friend in management of this movie, and since you’ve already signed a contract you can’t leave!”
George felt his cheeks flush at the compliment, “Oh you can fucking suck it, Soot. Who’s this mysterious link you have in here?”
“Oh, that would be my dear ol’ dad, Philza Minecraft himself!” Wilbur grinned, “He’s the director!”
George’s face blanked, how was this family so fucking talented, “Oh. I guess old people can still work outside of minecraft.”
“He is your boss for the next few months, I’d watch your mouth,” grinned Wilbur, leaning down to look into George’s brown eyes, George tensed at the proximity, “If you give me a kiss, I’ll forget this entire conversation happened!”
“Like hell,” groaned George, “I’d rather end my own life.”
“Aw Gogy!” Wilbur whined, “Whatever did I do to earn such treatment?”
George was about to shoot back an answer when his phone was buzzing, he glanced down and smiled at the notifications- Dream.
dream<3
hey gogs
hows the new thing goin’?
wilbur show up yet
it’s ass. fuckin’
Philza Minecraft
is the director
and how did you
know he’d show
up
he always does,
havent u noticed
Like seriously
Pls tell me uve
Noticed
idc enough to notice
asshole.
maaaah
whatever am i gonna
do with such a dense
Idiot
it took u and techno
literal years to figure
out ur shit
THATS NOT THE SAME
THING! COMPLETELY
SEPERATE
ur always so damn
defensive when it
comes to that pig
techno is more than a
pig u asshole
he’s a pig in a crown <3
I hate u.
Love u too gogy.
Have fun w wilbur!
Fuck off!
seen at 11:56
George rolled his eyes, how dare that asshole text him only to leave him on read? Some fucking best friend he was. But, then again, Sapnap always ditched him to go facetime with Karl. Yeah , that was a thing too, not only were they smitten in lore, but irl damn. But, their interactions were always really cute, and lowkey made George jealous, but it wasn’t like he was… interested in anyone.
Hell no.
Not even brown eyes, brown hair, and a voice that reminded him of sirens.
“And cut! That’s good for the day everyone,” Phil grinned, “Thank you for all being so cooperative with the script. I think George’s really enjoying the self-love journey, slice-of-life that’s so different from the rest of his films, aye mate?”
“It’s an experience,” George smiled, and it was nice, he liked not having to hold some girl’s hand and pretend it was all he wanted, it was nice not having to act interested when all he wanted to do was be buried in the hands of a man who was entirely too friendly for his taste.
“George!” called that musician's voice, “Were you gonna leave without talking to me? How rude! I wanted to ask you something!”
George turned to Wilbur with that familiar apathetic gaze, “Alright?”
“Do you… maybe… wanna go out to dinner with me? Doesn’t have to be like a date, but I’ll pay! Tommy’s ditching me to hang out with his brat friends and Phil’s a married man, so you know how they are! And Techno’s busy texting Dream all the time and challenging him to bedwars games, please!”
He’s so pathetic, too bad it’s cute , George mused, “Sure. Only if you pay though.”
Wilbur’s face lit up, “Okay! Where do you wanna go?”
“There’s this cafe I’ve been meaning to go to, I heard that it has really nice coffee, I have to stream tonight, you know,” George grinned, “But, I guess I can make time for you.”
“Are… is… is the ‘apathetic, i-feel-nothing’ George smiling … at me …?!” Wilbur audibly gasped, grinning as he looked down, before the smile vanished and George threw a punch, which the other avoided… barely , “GOGY COME ON-”
“Stop being an idiot and let’s go get my coffee,” George snarked, “I’m sure they have good food there too.”
“I offered dinner just for this…” sighed Wilbur, but walked closely next to the other, carefully setting his hands into place where they’d subtly brush fingertips, and if George noticed, he said nothing.
“Dude, how fuckin’ long are ya gonna take,” laughed Techno, a snort almost coming out of his lips, pink hair tied back into a ponytail because apparently ‘Dream complimented it in this style’ and ‘therefore it’s the best hairstyle’ so ‘fuck you Wilbur I’m not a simp’. His red eyes were lidded from obvious lack of sleep because he’d started streaming more lately, and apparently he and Dream streamed together for the first time- just the two of them . They had stayed up really late, so late the bruises under the eyes of the Blood God that had begun to fade were back in full force, “Like dude, George is just fucking blind . He probably likes you and just doesn’t know. Cause I didn’t realize my affection for Dream till he confessed, lol.”
“First off, how dare you ‘LOL’ in lowercase out loud you heathen. Second off, we can’t all be as brave as your idiot boyfriend, man has balls of steel-”
“ Oh I’m aware ,” Techno grinned, “But continue.”
“TECHNOBLADE ARE YOU AND DREAM FUCKING-” Tommy yelled, bringing the attention off of Wilbur for a few glorious seconds, but with one dad-glare from Philza and another ‘shut the hell up’ glare from Techno, and the child was turning his attention to Wilbur, “But for real, Wil! You always look at Gogy like he’s the moon and sometimes, you know, the idiot blushes back! You always look away at the wrong moments, you idiot. And also, you’re a simp.”
“I am not a simp-”
“Right, and I’m unmarried,” Phil added sarcastically, “Mate, you look at him like he hung the stars and wrote the verses of the universe.”
Wilbur flushed, “ I do NOT! He’s just… pretty and funny and totally not interested in me. Like, have you seen when his eyes are hit by the sun at just the right angle ? Or when he is wearing his mushroom themed PJs? Or-”
“No, because we don’t simp for him, and none of us have ever seen his mushroom themed pajamaes, but then again, he’s a little obsessed with mushrooms, the gay bitch,” Tommy added with a smirk, “See, mushrooms = gay, that’s what Ranboo’s chat told me.”
“Yeah, apparently Ranboo steals people’s gender in the night, like the grinch,” Techno added, “But, we’re getting off topic, Wilbur, bruh, talk to the nerd. The worst that happens is rejection.”
“You say that like you didn’t have panic attacks for months over when Dream would text you ‘gm’,” Wilbur growled, and Techno let out a small puff of air in amusement, “ Look , I’m a simp for him, alright? But, that doesn’t mean he feels anything for me.”
“Dream, I think I have a crush on Wilbur,” George says over the phone one day.
“George, I am literally getting on the plane in 2 hours, I am at the airport, what the fuck do you want me to do over something I’ve know for months? Is it a hate-crush or just a crush? Who knows, but you feel something for him, but congrats on your self-awareness finally catching up to your body.”
“I hate you,” George tries to put extra spite in it but by Dream’s wheezing from the other line he knows he failed, “Wait. Where did you say you were.”
“Oh, yeah, lol,” Dream laughs, “I’m on my way to England, lol. I got lonely so I bought a ticket. Techno has a place for me to stay, rip whoever are our roommates.”
“Okay, moving on from you two assholes fuckin’ in every goddamn corner, why the hell didn’t you tell me? Does Sap know?”
“Nah, I made the decision hours ago, like the reckless SOB I am,” Dream cackles, “But I am happy that you’re starting to figure that shit out. What set it off?”
“Oh, uh, well…”
-
“Wilbur, I swear to god, I’m fine, you don’t need to walk me home,” George sighed, “It’s not even that cold.”
“But I want to!” Wilbur grinned, “Don’t worry, and here’s this if you want,” he offered, laying his heavy trench coat over the shoulders of the smaller, not to sound like YN but it almost ate him tf up, “Besides it’s on the way.” He said, you know, like a lair.
George simply rolled his eyes and when Wilbur turned around and walked where they came from, George felt like he’d be given the world.
-
“So, he walked extra far for you? That’s it?” Dream snickered.
“What do you mean THAT’S IT?” George growled, “It was touching, to me !”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dream snickered somemore, “To be fair, it’s cuter than Tech and I got together.”
“Ayo? DNB lore?”
“Shut your single ass up.”
“No you shut up Florida Man TM .”
“Bloody Brit.”
“Alligator kisser.”
“Teacup manager.”
“Child Manipulator.”
“Sleepy SOB.”
“Okay, okay, moving on-”
“As much as I would like to, I gotta hop on the plane. First class, baby! I’ll see ya when I land.”
“No you won’t.”
“Your right <3 I’ll see you and Sap after Tech.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, Gogy.”
“George!”
“Hey, Wilbur.”
“No ugly retorts today?” smiled Wilbur, something bright in those eyes, “Is today special or something?”
“Dream’s in town, best friend you know.”
“Oh,” and the taller man deflated like a fucking party balloon after hearing that and it made George want to cry because who would ever want such a sad expression on such a beautiful man’s face?
“What’s wrong?” George asked, pulling the taller man down to sit on a park bench and almost magically, it started to rain and the other looked at the other in shock.
“It’s wet we can go-”
“Not before you tell me why you look so sad,” George declared, holding the musician’s hands, they were calloused, probably from practicing so much with whatever he did, George really wanted to know, he thought he only sung, but maybe he played an instrument or something? That’s pretty cool, George thought.
“It’s not a big deal-”
“Wilbur Soot.”
“Alright, alright,” Wilbur laughed, “Well, I, I guess I’m jealous of Dream, because you’re dating-”
“Says who?”
“Uh- well- I… the paparazzi?”
“Do you hear how fucking stupid that sounds?” George asked, “Why would you even care?”
Wilbur sighed, “Why wouldn’t I? You’re so amazing and well, how could I not have a crush on yo-”
And suddenly, as if possessed, George pressed his lips against Wilbur’s. It was soft, it was theirs. There in the rain, holding each other like they were all they had. And oh suddenly seeing Dream wasn’t too important.
(Sorry Dream - xoxo, George)