!Warning!

Implied Sexual relationships and dialogue

Dream POV

I stared at the phone. My hands shook as I tried to open discord. I had been too tired to get out of bed. I wanted to join George on stream. I did, really. But something was holding me back. Maybe it was the smile on his face. The way he had made my heart set on fire that kept me from logging on. Despite the endless texts from George in which he had practically begged me to log on with him and Sapnap.

Instead, I got into the chat and left a dono.

I can't log on. My PC is acting up, but I'm here in chat. I love you, Georgie.

I lied. I gritted my teeth. I glanced over at my PC that was perfectly fine and was lit up with life. A soft whirring coming from it while I had Spotify open. I glanced back down at the screen and caught George as his eyes playfully rolled. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Of course, you're so obsessed with me, simp." I smiled to myself. To be frank, I just wasn't feeling it today. I was perfectly content listening to George scream at Sapnap and be comfortable. Not have to worry about the genuine giggles that slipped from my mouth and be scared that someone would clip them.

This infatuation I had with George was unnerving. Truly, I loved him. He was my best friend, why wouldn't I? But never would I be in love with him. It wasn't like that, but there was no doubt in my mind that he made me happy.

I stared blankly at the chat while watching countless Awws and I miss Dream's. I couldn't help but smile.

I pressed the home button and watched the full screen narrow down into a little box in the corner of my screen. I thought maybe I could scroll through Twitter while listening. I searched up 'DreamTeam Fanart' in the search bar. That had never failed to make me happy.

I scrolled past different ranges of fanart. Some of them look so realistic that it had made my heart drop. Others had made me giggle with giddy from the wholesomeness. Then I scrolled to a comic. The colors had contrasted with each other and caught my eye.

"You need to be kissed so hard you forget your name." A sweaty looking me laid sprawled out on my bed. A hand hiking up my shirt as I covered my face. A phone pressed to my ear.

George's phone fell to the floor. His eyes catching the camera while pink dusted his cheeks. Then the next panel had been only a picture of the end of a stream.

I stared at the screen. My chest rising and falling quickly in sync with my breaths. I pressed the post's profile and searched for more. The comic coming to an abrupt end right when it had gotten good. I wanted more. It had lit a fire within me. I needed more.

Not once had fanart ever done that to me.

I bit my lip in anticipation. My eyes scanning the comments. Maybe a prompt, a link to the full comic, a-

DreamTeamStan: God heatwaves really been faking him out huh?

TechnoGod_Stan: "Probably smaller than yours." "Easier to hold down."

I felt the air escape my lungs. What the hell? What was this? To stop myself from going even deeper in this I shut off my phone. I put it on my nightstand, leaving George's stream behind as I wrapped myself in the blankets.

It had only been a few days and the same lines I read the other night had been everywhere. They were popping up in all of our donations and even trending on Twitter at this point. George, Sapnap, and I didn't really talk about it yet. Despite the urge of all of us wanting to know what it was. I was scared to pursue it. Only those few lines had wrecked me.

Some people were pissed. Some were horny. And others were just enjoying the destruction that it was causing. Watching the internet fall apart over supposedly a fanfic.

Then today I learned something even more destructive.

I was on a call with Sapnap and George. The three of us hanging out while we did some work. The three of us discussing a new plugin we could do. Of course, it was filled with the same stupid jokes.

"Minecraft but the entire world is a crafting table," George cooed before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Minecraft but gay," Sapnap said. "That would work for any video with the two of you." My heart raced and I felt my stomach start to feel bubbly and light. My mind when directly to the thought of those words.

Easier to hold down.

I shivered. The thought of George's writhing hands pinned down by my own. His jagged eager breaths on my skin.

I covered my mouth while George spoke this time. "Oh speaking of which did you guys hear about that fic that is trending?" He asked, not even knowing what thinking about it did to me. Let alone talking about it.

"Uh yeah, I have," I said cautiously. The call was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, George made me read it to him," Sapnap said trying to lighten the mood. I quirked up.

"What?" I asked.

"Way to throw me under the bus." I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

"I saw fanart for it," I said my voice uneven while trying to sound casual and not like it had destroyed my past week with images flashing in my brain of George beneath me.

What the hell was wrong with me?

What were my fans doing to me?

What was I doing to myself by going along with it for so long?

"What do you think about it?" I suddenly asked, surprised by the words that had come from my own mouth. I could hear George's breathing come to a halt.

"How do you mean?" He asked hesitantly. His mic barely picked up the gulp that had slid down his throat. "Like quality-wise?"

"No, more like does it make you uncomfortable? I'm okay with fanfictions." I was beginning to rethink that statement. Especially since I knew what it was doing to me now. "We have always said we were cool with it. But George if it makes you feel weird then we can ask them to take it down. We can dial down the shipping." His response was fast.

"NO." He cleared his throat. "No, they enjoy it. Why not let them have this? Besides it's not harming anyone." I stared at my shaking hand. Right. Not hurting anyone. "And it's you, you know? It's better than being paired with Sapnap." I laughed. So did they.

"Geez, rude. I only want love, Georgie!" Sapnap made kissy noises into his mic. The tension was fading, and I was grateful. "I'll just only stream with Karl for this point on." He huffed.

"Thank God. A break for us," We all laughed. "So we up to stream tomorrow?" George asked, "Using this plugin?" I nodded then realized they couldn't see me.

"Yeah, we are. I'd say around six pm your time George. That work for you Sap?"

"Perfectly fine for me." He said. I could almost see him shrugging his shoulders.

"Great," I said.

"I'll go over the last details of the codes and then we can test it out again." I laughed.

"We tested it today George,"

"I know, I know but I just don't want any complications tomorrow. It's going to be a peaceful stream. On the DL." I nodded. On the down-low, I thought as we said our goodbyes.

I woke up early the next day. Even while unconscious my brain was still putting those thoughts in my head. I was dreaming about those comics, about the one I had seen a few nights ago. I could still imagine his face clearly, the way his eyes lit up with interest. The idea the fantasy of somehow making him feel like that made me antsy. Could I? Could I make George Speechless like that? The more I thought about it the more I became excited. I wanted him to want me.

I don't know if it was what I really wanted or if I just liked the idea. If it was just a nice fantasy to give myself when drifting off or well...

But I liked the comic. I liked fanart, George. Never had I thought about him like this before. Maybe I was just intrigued. The story had just grasped my attention and now I was determined to find out how it ended.

I liked the idea of our characters together. That's all, right? Right?

Me, George, and Sapnap had been streaming for about an hour now. Nothing more than just a quick run-through for our plugin that we would shorten and add to our youtube channels afterward. We don't normally do that but George was out of ideas and needed a reason to stream. So here we were.

"Guys remember I won't be reading Donations as much because I'm trying to focus. But I sincerely thank you all for them in advance and for the ones that have been given to me right now." Me and sapnap stayed quiet while he talked to his fans. The both of us were recording but not streaming.

"If you guys would rather me turn them off and you can donate another time where I will be able to see them that's okay too!" I heard the clicking of George's keys. "I'm seeing varied answers so I'll do a poll."

I let out a laugh. I looked over at my other monitor and saw George raise an eyebrow. A smile tugging at his lips.

"My fans enjoy a democracy Dream." I giggled again but quickly covering up my mouth. I saw George's head whip to the other monitor. His eyes looked cautious, but they looked pleased as well. Had he picked up on the foreign noise coming from my lips? George looked down and then back up, a smug look on his face.

It's going to be a peaceful stream. On the DL.

"I think they just enjoy having a say. They like having control." He scoffed and shifted in his seat.

"Who doesn't Dream?" I thought for a moment.

"You don't." Easier to hold down. "You could never be in control." Chat was wild at this point. I was only half-joking.

"Oh my God Dream." He laughed, obviously picking up what I was putting down. "Are heatwaves faking you out too?" Chat was going crazy, screaming and spamming of all kinds of emotes. Some were screaming THEY KNOW or NO!

That was the same comment I had seen on Twitter.

"I haven't read it as you did. What's that say about you George?"

"That I love the jokes," His reply was quick but not confident.

"Is it accurate? Is that how we really are outside of streams?" I asked, inching a little closer to my mic. A certain edge in my voice as I spoke. The same one I had any other time we had flirted.

Flirted.

Is that what we were really doing?

"It's beginning to. You haven't even read it but I think you're starting to act like Heatwaves Dream." I froze. What had he meant by that? What was heatwaves Dream like?

"Do you like it?" He didn't respond. Instead, he got the plugin ready to run and began explaining the rules.

"Okay, everyone! So what will be happening is that every three minutes that go by the mobs will double. We changed it up a little from last time since it got so out of hand." Chat was spamming Pog in the chat now.

"Good, now we can get started."

Later that night I was scrolling through Instagram I crossed my path with more Heatwaves Fanart. It was the same as last time, just someone else's art style. And as if he could read my mind, George sent me a message.

GeorgeNotFound: I think you should read it. You seem like you need to.

Heatwaves Archive of Our Own.

Me: I don't need to read it, George. Did you have to? I facepalmed. That was stupid.

GeorgeNotFound: See this is what I mean. Dream, you're acting like that dream and it's scaring me. You haven't even read it and this is how your acting.

He began to get bold.

GeorgeNotFound: Read it and talk to me afterward.

Me: George.

Me: I'm sorry if I have made you uncomfortable. You know how it is. Fanservice.

GeorgeNotFound: You're not making me uncomfortable. Just be aware of what you're doing. That way none of us get hurt.

Me: Am I hurting you?

GeorgeNotFound: Only if you've been doing this to mess with me. Then playing with me is hurtful yeah.

Me: George are you...?

GeorgeNotFound: No. Just read it, okay?

Me: Okay. Okay, I'll read it.

I was up all night. Reading and scanning the words on the screen. Dream. Me. He was in heat. The way he had wanted George and had been so bold. George had read this. And I'm sure he didn't stop at chapter one. I couldn't.

The idea of George reading this made me shift. Had he enjoyed it? Had he ached for more of it despite him needing to put the phone down. Had he in every spare second of free time, opened up the pinned tab and keep reading?

I let a breath escape my lips. "God Damnit." My sweaty palms gripped my thighs. I was shaking. I was on the screen. Not just my character.Me.

How did this random person on the internet describe how I was feeling down to the point?

I texted George right after chapter five.

Me: I wont tell you how I feel until you do. How do you like it?

GeorgeNotFound: I... I liked it. I thought it was really well written actually.

Me: I liked it too. I'm on the screen.

GeorgeNotFound: What do you mean Dream? You're constantly on a screen...

Me: Its accurate, and that's freaking me out.

GeorgeNotFound: Oh Dream...

I couldn't stop myself now.

Me: George I...

GeorgeNotFound: You can talk to me. I won't judge you for how you feel.

Me: I want you. And I need you, George. fuck.

Me: I don't know why. I don't know where it came from. And it's not just sexual I want you to be mine. I think the fans and flirting and ships are getting to me.

GeorgeNotFound: It isn't a phase? This is how you really feel? Or is it something that you're only thinking about now because of the fic?

Me: Thinking about it, I think it's always been there. I think I'm just not trying to shut it out anymore. I think I like you, George.

I watched as his name filled my screen. He was calling me.

You'd leave bruises.

They'd look good on you.

"I swear Dream you better not be messing with me," His tone was stern and jagged. LIke he was stifling a cry and would break any minute.

"I'm not. How do you feel about it?" The call was silent.

"Like I want you too." His voice was husky and rough.

I imagined my fingers trailing over his abdomen. His eyes snapped shut in pleasure as he whimpered my name.

"You want me?" I asked. I hadn't believed it.

"I do." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck, why does there have to be an ocean between us?" His breath hitched and so did mine. He was falling apart without even me touching him. I had barely even said a word. I couldn't imagine what I could do to him when he was in front of me. Perfect and vulnerable.

I would let him do the same to me too.

Maybe he could try out taking control.

"To test us." I smiled, trembling in ecstasy. My words were shaky and nearly incoherent. "We wouldn't ache for each other as we do now," I said, knowing that it was a lie.

"I would ache for you with you right next to me." He let a small breathy moan slip his lips. I let out what seemed like a whimper, but instead, it had the urgency of a growl. There was a rumble in my throat. But by George's response, he liked it. "I've always ached for you."

He bought a ticket to Florida that night.