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Over the years of meeting Dream, George suspected he was his soulmate, more than suspect he hoped. And his intuition didn’t fail him, because the moment he stepped foot into his new home, it happened. They were both thrilled, welcoming with open arms the new discovery.
The one person who was not as thrilled as they were was Sapnap, and it’s not that he was not happy for them. In fact he confessed one night when he was drunk that when they got together it felt like his parents got back together, but less weird. George has to admit that Sapnap’s aversion was justified, he would never utter those words out loud, especially not if Sapnap was around, but sometimes you have to be self aware.
It all started a couple of days after George got to Florida for the first time and it was not intentional. Dream and George were in the kitchen having breakfast when Sapnap walked in, looking half asleep. He mumbled a greeting to them and immediately opened the fridge and started to work on his breakfast.
Dream and George were just casually chatting amongst themself and eating their breakfast when Dream nudged his leg against George’s and said into his mind through their soulmate bond, “Look at Sapnap, he’s trying to use the expired milk we left outside, we forgot to throw it out.”
George tries to hold his laughter and barely manages to do it. “Aren’t you going to say something?” He conveys to Dream through their bond and lifts an eyebrow at him in question.
Dream smirks. “Should I?”
George scoffs. “I mean, he could get food poisoning and die,” he transmits in a rare burst of kindness, this is what being in the honeymoon phase will do to a man.
“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, bro has enough with his IBS,” Dream shrugs, taking a bite of his toast.
George couldn’t hold it any longer and burst into laughter, Dream following suit. Sapnap turns around holding the bottle of milk in his hand and frowns. “What?” He asks, confused.
George tries to say something but is unable to because he’s still laughing, Dream facing the same fate. Sapnap stares blankly at them. “Where you guys fucking talking through the stupid soulmate bond?” He asks, annoyed.
“I’m sorry,” Dream is the one who responds, having calmed himself enough to speak. “That milk was out because it’s expired, we were going to throw it out,” he explains, trying to make his breathing even.
Sapnap frowns and turns the bottle around to look at the label. “What the fuck? Were you going to let me drink it?” He turns to them, George giggles. “What is wrong with you?” Sapnap walks up to the bin and tosses the milk. “You idiots are fucking sick in the head,” he complains, opening the fridge again to look for milk that’s not expired.
“To be fair, I said we should tell you because you might get food poisoning and die, Dream didn’t want to tell you,” George finally weighs into the conversation.
Sapnap groans. “God, you two being fucking soulmates is going to ruin my life. I hate you both,” he exclaims, takes his plate of food and leaves the kitchen.
Ever since then George has made it his life mission to mess with Sapnap and lure Dream into it. It usually doesn’t take much convincing, Dream is that much of a simp. The amount of teasing had subsided exponentially since Sapnap and him had that talk about getting along, that doesn’t mean that every once in a while George doesn't feel the urge to go back to his previous shenanigans.
He was sitting on a discord call, getting ready to record. It was a video for Sapnap’s channel and he didn’t have the decency to show up on time. Only Dream and Callahan on the call with him.
“Ugh, is bro even going to show up?” George complained for the fifth time.
Dream sighs. “George, it hasn’t even been that long. Let’s just give him a couple more minutes,” he says tiredly.
“You’re tired,” George points out. “And besides, you’re supposed to be taking it easy on your wrist. Let’s just ditch Stinknap and go cuddle,” he suggests, more for himself than for Dream. He just wants to cuddle his boyfriend, sue him!
George hears the familiar ding notifying him that new messages had been sent in the discord chat, he turns to look at his second monitor.
Callahan:
????
You guys realised I’m also here right?
STOP BEING GROSS!!!
George smirks to himself, always ready to properly traumatize Callahan. “Hey, Dream, when was the last time we had sex? I’m kind of in the mood right now,” right as he’s saying the last part, he hears the sound of someone joining their call.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Sapnap says, alarmed.
“You heard me,” George says sassily. “You took so long that I started to get horny, so I was just trying to convince Dream we ditch your ass and go have sex,” George shrugs even though his camera is not on and no one can see him. He can hear Dream giggling in the background.
“I’m gonna have to stop you right there buddy, I don’t need to know all that,” Sapnap says with an exaggerated southern accent, asking Callahan in chat if everything is ready to go.
They log into the server and start the recording. They’re recording the second part of the Minecraft Task Master video and George was determined to win again, they each got their task and started to work on it. They do their own thing for an hour, making sure to have their little commentary segment in between each round.
It’s Dream’s turn so George is just scrolling through his phone, already bored out of mind. “Dream is doing something weird, I think he might be close to completing his task. We need to team up to stop him,” Sapnap says.
“What do you mean he’s doing something weird? What is he doing exactly?” George asks, suspicious of Sapnap’s tone.
“I don’t know, he always spawns me in weird places and I think he might be hiding stuff in a chest," Sapnap says, rushing because Dream’s turn is almost over. “Look, all I know is bro’s cheating and we cannot let him get away with it, not this time!,” he jokes.
George scoffs. “Yeah, you’re right. So what’s your plan?”
“We have-” he gets cut off by the switch, Dream’s turn is over.
“I’m back, did you miss me?” Dream says playfully.
George scoffs. “No,” he says blankly but smiles to himself. “Sapnap thinks you’re close to completing your task,” he snitches.
“What? I’m nowhere near, especially ‘cause you idiots keep dying,” Dream complains.
“Hmm,” George acknowledges. “Sapnap thinks you’re hiding things from us, are you?” He asks.
Dream chuckles. “I’m literally not.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, Dream. Would you?” George says in a sultry tone, mostly playing it up for the cameras.
Dream giggles nervously. “Of course I wouldn’t, I-” He gets cut off when George gets switched to play.
George chuckles. “What an idiot,” he says into his mic for the video.
He opens his inventory and sees Sapnap forgot to hide the things he was using for his task. “Well, well, well… What could Sapnap do with an anvil and leads?” He says for the video.
Then he continues his turn mostly in silence, concentrating on his own task. Before he realizes he gets swapped back, he sees that Sapnap is muted on the call, most likely going to the bathroom. He stares at his screen, pondering if he should just open RuneScape and play while he waits for his turn but decides against it. George fumbles with one of his fidget spinners but gets bored almost immediately, he has no other choice but to bother his boyfriend.
“Hey Dream, what’s your tasks?” George says through their bond.
“Why would I tell you?” Dream responds.
“Because,” George pauses dramatically. “I wanna win! Besides, I’m asking nicely.” The only downside of their bond is that George can’t use his dirty tactics, like bat his eyelashes, to make Dream fold faster.
“Well, I wanna win too,” Dream says.
George groans out loud but before he responds to Dream, Sapnap unmutes on the call. “That was quite the shit, I feel like five pounds lighter,” he says, the sounds of him rearranging himself on his chair coming from his mic.
“You are disgusting,” George complains.
Sapnap starts saying something but George tunes him out. “Whatever, we should team up against Sapnap though,” he continues his conversation with Dream.
Dream responds immediately, “Now we’re talking.” George can almost hear the smirk.
Before Dream responds again his turn is over and Sapnap gets swapped into the server. George doesn’t say anything out loud, he speaks directly to Dream’s head through their soulmate bond.
“Do you think he’ll be too mad if we just left?” George asks.
He hears Dream scoffs on their call. “I’d said so, yes,” Dream responds. “And also we’ve been recording this long, we can’t waste this footage,” George rolls his eyes at Dream always thinking about content, but knows he’s right.
“Fine,” George relents. “What can we do to troll him though?”
Dream takes a couple of seconds to respond and George gets swapped, he plays in silence this round. “You have access to the console, right?” Dream asks.
“Yeah,” is George’s only response, fighting for his life in the Nether.
“I have an idea,” Dream pauses, George rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “Sorry, Sapnap was trying to get me to team up with him. Anyways, why don’t we cheat? We’ll help each other with our tasks, when we’re ready you’ll fake your game crashing and you’ll make it so I swapped with you that time. We’ll win together, Sapnap will still have a video and we will be laughing at his crash out,” Dream concludes with his plan.
“Wow, they don’t call you the idea’s guy for nothing,” George teases and immediately gets swapped back with Sapnap on the call.
He listens to Sapnap trying to convince him to team up against Dream again, George opening up the console and working on modifying what they need. For the next three rounds Dream and George help each other with their tasks, communicating through their soulmate bond. Sapnap complaining between rounds and accusing them of doing weird stuff.
“It’s done,” George finally says to Dream and types in chat.
George:
Hey, can we pause?
My game crashed, we need to restart the server
George goes back to the call and pushes the update, Sapnap complaining about the disruption the whole time.
“There, it’s ready,” George says when the changes were saved. “You’re such a whinny baby, it literally took less than five minutes,” he tells Sapnap. “I’ll go back to finish my round,” he logs into the server and gets disconnected from the call.
“Log in, now,” George instructs Dream.
Dream’s avatar appears in front of his and they complete both of their tasks. George starts laughing out loud and looks down at the in game chat.
George has won!
Dream has won!
Callahan: ????
Callahan: HOW???
Callahan gets Sapnap into the world, Dream and George go back to the call. “What? What happened?” Sapnap asks, confused.
Dream and George giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “What the fuck did you two idiots do?” Sapnap sighs in defeat.
“Language!” Dream admonishes. “You’re editor is gonna have to cut that out, congrats,” and he joins George in their laughter again.
“You got trolled, pathetic,” George says rather lamely, but he doesn’t care, he’s enjoying this way too much.
“Did you plan this beforehand?” Sapnap asks, clearly annoyed but trying to be chill in case he needs to use the footage for the video.
“Nah, we just decided to do it, like twenty minutes ago,” George answers.
“Were you communicating through the stupid soulmate bond?” Sapnap asks.
They both laugh. “To be fair, George wanted us to leave. So you're welcome for still getting you a video,” Dream says.
“I hate you both so much,” Sapnap groans. “I’m gonna include all of the DNF bullshit you did in between rounds,” he says with annoyance laced into his tone and disconnects from the call.
Dream and George giggle again. Fair enough, George thinks.