@drestan32

Who tf is this??

[ a picture of Dream hugging a smaller, brunette man. They look to be caught in a very tight hug.]

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@0_duxkie_o

He looks kinda gay :p

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@swirlmaster

He does know that Dream's not gay right, lol

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@beeboy

He looks rather happy

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"Where the fuck were you? You're late again." Nick stared at Clay's panting figure, gripping onto his kneecaps for dear life. The next second he sprung up with excitement electrocuting Nick's tired stance, "Is he here yet?"

"Can you stop being smitten for one minute, yes, he's there! Hey, don't look!" Sapnap pulled Dream back from walking into the open like the idiot he was. Two days ago he was wondering where the hell the blond had gone for the night and now he wished he'd stayed wherever he went.

He sighed, tangling his hand in his white bandana. He hated photoshoots more than the next guy, and yet being with Clay and everyone else made it all the more bearable.

He was dressed in a black sweater, a think leather jumper over his shoulders with dark jeans and painted nails. Clay on the other hand wore a different knee length cardigan the same colour as Sapnap's, with a white shirt under and jeans.

"Don't tell me he's talkin' about George." Karl spun around from where he stood, sticking his tongue out at Clay when he dared to stare at him with his excited. His bubbly persona would never fit into black clothing, they all knew, so they put him in a more greyer jacket and a white sweater. He nodded to his makeup artist and as he walked away, Karl walked over to the two of them. "What the honk, the jacket's itchy."

"I know, don't even get me started," Nick rolled his eyes and glanced back at Karl. "But you look amazing."

"Hey, you look better. My man's wearin' a leather jacket!"

Nick laughed, "Shut up, nimrod."

Clay rolled his eyes at their bickering-flirting mess that needn't deserved it's own name. "Where's big Q, I need someone less flirty around here."

"Big Q's with your boyfriend," Karl laughed and one of the makeup artists poked their heads up. Clay shushed him and pressed a finger to his lips, "You can't say that!"

"Oh, yeah." Karl rolled his eyes and leaned onto Nick's shoulder. "I forgot about that."

Nick wrapped an arm around him and pat his back. "One day-"

"Why's Big Q with him anyways?" Clay turned around and from behind a curtain, watched Quackity and George spar at each-other with swords shinning with the bravery of their words.

"Slow down tiger, don't get your head in a net!" He heard a new voice speak and he turned to find none other than violet starling staring back at him. They fixed her up rather nicely; Gave her hair a few puffy curls, infected her face with makeup and gave her a black jacket that reached her knees with a white shirt and jeans.

She laughed when Clay blinked at her. "Sorry, Dream here doesn't know how not to be a screaming idiot." The blond bonked Sapnap's head with his hand.

She laughed once more and Karl advanced onto her. "Woah, your hair looks great!"

"Thank you!" She smiled at him, a posh practiced smile that Clay had known was manufactured the moment it reached her face. She looked at his clothes and kept her eyes a second longer on his painted nails before she chose to compliment him. "You look amazing, what'd they do to you?"

"'Made me look like a model." Karl spun around and flung his hair to the side. "D'you think I'd pass in the business?"

"Hm," Violet thought. "Show me your stage walk."

"Gladly." Sapnap held a hand to his smile, trying not to break into a laugh as Karl gave an exaggerated walk down the hallway, busting his hips to the side every step he took.

He turned around with a quick spin and ran back to the others, grinning. Clay and Nick shared a look before going back to both Starling and Karl. "How was that?"

"I'm going to be real with you, you'd make a great model. Maybe act a little more natural when you walk, but other than that, your good." She smiled with a hand to her hip and Karl grinned, wrapping an arm around her.

"Thanks, you're officially my new best friend because all these idiots suck." Starling laughed at his words while Sapnap drew in a sharp breath and placed a hand to his heart.

"Karl, how could you? I thought we were friends!" Sapnap proclaimed, only for Karl to pull his eyelid and stick his tongue out and for Starling to put a hand around Karl's waist.

"I'm sorry Sap, but you were too dorky." Karl flipped his messy brown curls and Sapnap bounded up to him, pushing his head down only to scratch his head, and for Karl to hold onto his elbows as he laughed. Starling eyed them weirdly as Karl dove in for a hug and Sapnap caught him, pulling him around.

"How do they do that?" Clay hummed in surprise as he found Starling standing beside him, arms crossed smiling. "There's something going on between them, right?"

For a moment, Clay was stricken, feeling the power of Zeus's mighty weapon fall onto his shoulders and electrocute his mind until all he could do was stare into her soul. He caught himself a moment later and realised not even a second had passed. "No! Of course not."

She tipped her head. "You sure?"

It took all of his willpower to nod.

One of the workers came to where they stood and announced that they should make it to set so they could start the photoshoot. Clay followed suit after Starling and found himself in a large room with a clean white sheet over a larger board, an abundant amount of lights and a small stool in the middle. Bad and Skeppy were already there, speaking to a man of the same height.

They turned to the others when they entered the room. "Good, you're here. I'd like the first photo to be you-" He pointed at Clay. "Then Violet. We'll do single and group photos for everyone."

Clay was pulled towards the 'stage' and sat down on the stool, raising his head to see George with his nose in a book. A moment later he looked up and his eyes reached Clay's. He grinned at him and George shook his head.

He positioned his hands to his lap and lifted them up to his shoulders. George looked down at the book and picked it up, showing it to Clay. The complete history of Greek Mythology.

He tipped his head at George, smiling. "Such a gentleman." Starling stood behind him, smiling, and Clay looked up, getting up from his seat. "No- Dream, you sit down there. Starling, you turn around- Perfect."

Clay sat with his hands on his thighs, and Starling stood behind him, facing backwards and only giving the audience a piece of her face. Clay had to stop himself from grinning at the sight of George being right in-front of him, and he faced the camera with his greatest model face. (which for the record probably wasn't that good because he swore he heard Nick laughing.)

They took a couple more photos for the two of them until Clay was ultimately replaced by Nick, Karl, and Quackity. He walked over to wear George was sitting and gazed at his book. George raised his head and pushed his glasses up, staring at him. "I've seen you've finally understood that mythology is much better."

"Don't get so full of yourself. I bet you haven't read Harry Potter."

"Well- I've watched a few films-"

"The films are terrible!" George blurted out. "Well, some are. Don't even get me started about Goblet of fire, you- you didn't even read the books and you're making fun of me!"

"Have you even read Percy Jackson?"

"Yes."

George stared up at Clay and watched all the confidence slip from his face. Chuckling, he turned back to his book with a light smirk on his face. "So I have all the more reason to make fun of you."

"Oh, shut up."

"What, haven't found any of your remarks after I demolished you?"

"Why're you talking like that?"

"Thy know all and thou are the stupid ones if thee do not understand."

Clay laughed at him and pressed his hands onto the side of George's tall stool. "Thy are the worst if they act like thou."

"Oh, speaking Shakespearian are we?"

"O wild one with the minuscule brain the size of an atom, deceiving me."

"Wherefore do thou tease me, dear one?"

Clay snickered next to him and George tried to keep it all in beside in, pressing his hands to his mouth. "You're such a dork."

"Says you! I never knew you were into poetry."

"Same. I kinda screwed around when saying that, I had no idea what I was doing," Clay laughed. "But now I know you're a bigger nerd than I thought."

Clay put a hand on George's hair and began to ruffle it, "I had to listen to years of Wilbur reciting Shakespeare and Edger Allen Poe in his room, it's just stuck."

He placed a hand on Clay's head and ruffled his hair even more than he had for him. He grinned when he heard the sound of Clay's laugh ringing in his ears, as if he was standing in a lone forest with nymphs whispering in his ear, and the breeze placing tender kisses on his cheeks to welcome him home.

Home. That's what he felt, the personification of that content feeling of endless happiness is what he would forever feel with him.

"Hey, lovebirds! Dream get your ass over here!" Sapnap called from where he stood crouched under Quackity's nimble fingers.

"Ah, gotta run! Don't want my head to be chopped off today!" He saluted to George's figure and bowed. "Forgive me, my lord."

George stared at him weirdly before breaking into a giggle. "Whatever you say, my humble servant."

Clay muttered a small 'ruthless' before running back to where Sapnap was sat and hurriedly leaned beside him. "You're not even in position, idiot."

"Dream, fix your posture, and oh- That's perfect! Remember to keep a still face." The photographer fixed up his camera angle and took a group photo of them, with starling staring into the lenses blind soul.

They were asked to switch to another position, afterwords. Starling sat in the stool in the middle, while Bad and Quackity stood at her right and Sapnap aswell as Karl stood on her right, arms thrown around eachother carelessly. Dream stood awkwardly in the middle, glancing back to see George staring back at him.

George was laughing at him. He slipped a bit of his tongue out to George to show him that he was being an idiot before he got scolded by the director and made an even bigger fool of himself while also making George laugh harder.

"Hey, keep your eyes on the camera for one minute, will you?" Nick stared up at him and Quackity let his head role back to face him. "Yeah, stop flirting with him."

"I'm not-"

"Quackity, face forward. Sapnap stop fidgeting and Dream, would you please stand still?" The director spoke and Clay felt embarrassment eat him whole. "Sorry."

They took a couple of photos of them and when Clay looked up, he saw George laughing at him. He glanced at the director who was speaking to another man, while Karl and Starling were walking out of the stage. "Yo, we done?" Sapnap stood up to the camera man as Clay crawled back to where George sat.

"You!" He declared and George burst into tears of laughter. Clay placed his hands on his sides and began to tickle him, making the brunette laugh even more.

"Stop! Hah, please." He laughed and Clay turned to look at him, his face inches away from the other. But in the spur of the moment the two were blinded and didn't recognise how close they were.

"I didn't know you were ticklish."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, book boy's ticklish!" Clay taunted and George tipped his head at him, grinning.

"Book boy?"

"You work at the library, you're constantly reading- I just thought.." Clay trailed off as he realised their distance was inches apart and he pulled his head back. "Yeah, it's stupid."

"Yeah it is, bug boy." Clay's face went red at the words and he just so happen to mutter, 'what?' And then it was George's turn to go red.

"Oh, I just- I thought it on the fly, it's a dumb thing, I shouldn't have-"

"Alright, book boy." Clay grinned at him and George smiled back, pushing his glances up his nose. Their cheeks were rosy and their hands were inches apart, yet they were the happiest.

Sapnap snapped a picture of the two and typed on his phone. "Lovebirds." He muttered, slipping his phone into his pocket.