Nacho Cheese - OBLVN - Dream SMP [Archive of Our Own]

Dream wipes some cheese from George's nose during Kitchen League and somehow,

it changes everything.

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Hello lol long time no see, enjoy <3

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Flustered.

George feels the blood rise to his cheeks, the tip of his nose burns. The screaming from the audience sounds muffled to his flushed ears, but he turns back to trolley, choosing to ignore the hundreds of people who just witnessed Dream’s act of affection.

The remaining minutes of the competition are a blur, he hardly registers his own victory until Dream grabs his wrist and lifts it into the air. The second place he can feel his fingers burn a pattern. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the rupture of tingles inside his chest before, there’s no more turning back now. But it just had to happen during Twitchcon, hadn’t it?

This could have all happened at home, where George would have had all the time in the world to process his feelings. He could have retreated to his room without risk, he could have written down his thoughts on a piece of paper to get it off his chest and then send it through the shredder. He could have told Dream and Sapnap that he wasn’t feeling too well, spent the day supposedly sleeping, just emerging for some soup and some tv-time, but no. It has to happen in front of the entire fanbase.

All he can hope now is that the cameras weren’t facing their way. Maybe the camera people were actually focussed on the cooking going on, not on Dream’s thumb approaching George’s face like he owns it. It must have been only a split second, just a splinter of time that nobody recognised, but it heats up every inch of skin on George’s body. Perhaps if this was a standalone incident, it wouldn’t have had the same effect, but the past days have been close to torture.

It started at home.

Contrary to popular believe, it was Dream’s idea to add Heat Waves to the vlog. Whether it had been a joke or a genuine signal, George couldn’t figure out. He let it go.

On the plane, Dream insisted on sitting next to him. He let George have the window seat, as he preferred, and shielded him from possible prying eyes across the aisle. Then, the matching beanies came into play. One of them was tossed into George’s lap, and everything lit up inside. Dream had saved it, for this. For them to wear during their first public appearance. For them to match during their first public appearance. George had taken it with great gratitude.

The hotel rooms.