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The stream went live at 8:03 PM.
Chat exploded before either of them said a word.
“THEY’RE ALIVE”
“GEORGE ARE YOU OKAY???”
“DREAM WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT TACKLE”
“YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY IN LOVE”
“I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT.”
“THE FANFICS WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG”
George sat cross-legged in his desk chair, wearing one of Dream’s hoodies. Dream leaned against the edge of the same desk, arm slung casually around the back of George’s chair, like it had just ended up there without thought, but stayed on purpose.
George looked exhausted, but he was smiling.
“So, um…” he started, glancing at Dream. “Hi.”
Dream snorted. “Yeah. Hi.”
Chat went feral.
“OH MY GOD THEY’RE SMILING I’M GONNA CRY”
“WAIT ARE THEY OKAY?? LIKE FOR REAL??”
Dream raised a hand. “Okay, first things first. Yes. We’re okay.”
“We’re fine,” George added. “Physically. Emotionally… still processing. But fine.”
Dream nodded. “And we wanted to say thank you. To everyone who checked in. And also to say: please don’t watch that video anymore. Or at least, don’t share it. We didn’t ask for that to be posted, and it’s kind of… weird, seeing it everywhere.”
George’s smile dimmed a little. “It was the worst moment of my life. And now it’s trending. So, yeah.”
The chat slowed for a second. Then filled with hearts and apology messages.
“Thanks,” George said quietly, and leaned just slightly into Dream’s side.
Dream, without thinking, moved his hand and ran his fingers gently through George’s hair.
Silence.
And then:
“DID HE JUST—”
“HAIR PETTING. CONFIRMED. THIS IS REAL.”
“OKAY BUT… ARE YOU GUYS… y’know…”
George groaned into his hands. “We knew this was coming.”
Dream laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s just get it over with.”
There was a pause. Long enough to let chat absolutely combust.
Then Dream said, gently, “We’re together.”
George glanced up at him. “Like… dating.”
“Yeah.” Dream smiled down at him. “That.”
“SCREAMING SOBBING THROWING UP”
“I’VE BEEN SHIPPING THIS SINCE 2020 I WIN”
“THEY SURVIVED A HOSTAGE SITUATION AND SO DID MY SHIP”
George rolled his eyes affectionately. “You guys are so dramatic.”
“You tackled a guy with a gun for me,” he added, quieter.
Dream’s smile faltered just a little, something tender creeping in. “You’re worth it.”
And that was it, the chat lost its mind again.
George ducked his head, hiding a very obvious blush. “Okay, that’s enough. We just wanted to check in and… clear things up.”
“Yeah,” Dream added. “So no, it wasn’t a prank. Or a stunt. Or a joke.”
“It was real,” George said. “Scary, and awful. But real.”
“And so are we.”
They both sat there for a second, quiet.
Then George grinned. “Also, if any of you start writing fanfiction where Dream fights off an entire SWAT team for me, I will read it.”
Dream laughed. “I won’t. But I’ll make him read it out loud to me.”
“THIS IS THE BEST TIMELINE”
“CONFIRMED: THEY READ THE FICS”
“THIS STREAM IS CANON”
“Anyway,” George said, fighting a smile. “Thanks for caring. We love you guys. Please be normal.”
Dream waved at the camera. “Spoiler: they won’t.”
Stream ended at 8:42.
The internet didn’t recover for days.