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@OhOphelia
You hear that?
That's the blissful sound of @Dreamswife finally shutting the FUCK up and deactivating like she should have years ago 🥰✨
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@dreamalittledream
If a n y o n e says a n y t h i n g negative about Dream being a YouTuber then they will be forced to do the same 🥰✨
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@fleepfloop
Amen to that 🥰✨
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@BadBoyHalo
Language Ophelia!! ಠ_ಠ
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Sorry Bad, it was my autocorrect I swear
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"Most people are taking it really well." Vincent marvelled as he read from over Nick's shoulder while he scrolled through the comments of the video. They had just about managed to calm down to a happy buzz - having all leapt at Clay when he entered the room in order to raucously congratulate him with hugs, shouts and thumps to the back and shoulders.

Clay was sat at the dining table now, grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat, with George close at his side. George's feet were rested comfortably in Clay's lap, Clay's hands circled gently around his ankles, while Geo, Keres and Ophelia each had a hand on his shoulders or back. The one of Ophelia's hands that wasn't on Clay's back was on George's.

"A lot of people are saying the reason you posted it now is because you and George made up, they think you're together." Nick commented nonchalantly but it was clear as day what his intentions were. He was asking whether they were back together again and, frankly, doing a horrible job of pretending he wasn't.

Clay turned to George, softly squeezing his ankle. In turn, George smiled a small smile that was soft and warm and only ever made for Clay to see. The sight of the two was disgustingly sweet but, after everything they had been through, the others didn't mind letting them have their moment.

George was the first to break eye contact, looking up at Nick and looking all too joyful, all too young, after everything that had happened over the course of the last few days. Nick certainly wasn't complaining though. "We've decided to try again." George finally answered, fighting a smile. "No idea how he managed to convince me." He joked and Clay barked a laugh, tugging at George's leg. George kicked back in response, giggling.

There was a wave of warm congratulations and sarcastic 'finally's that followed the admission. "Does this mean Clark and I can give you back all the stuff you gave us?" Ophelia asked, dragging her hand up to squeeze his shoulder. George looked as though he was thinking for a moment before smiling up at her.

"Dump it all on Clay, then I get to steal it from him all over again." He decided with a mischievous glint in his eye and Ophelia laughed in response, shrugging. Clay rolled his eyes. Not so secretly, he was elated to have George wanting to steal from him again. What a weirdo.

"You're such an idiot, George." Clay murmured. The words were thick with a fond affection, eyes warm on George. George stuck his tongue out childishly, heart dragging together with the love so clear in everything Clay did. He'd believe it soon enough, he knew it, he just needed a little longer. Clay would give him all the time in the world, and George was beginning to see that.

"Clay, if you're not using it now, can I have your old room?" Geo chirped, eyes desperate and pleading. "I love Clark and Jethro, I really do, but the sexual tension is suffocating, I don't know how much more I can take." That caused a ripple of dirty giggles, Jethro's face blazing and Clark's cheeks a pretty pink around his wide, shameless grin. Clay took pity on Geo and agreed, quickly glancing at George for confirmation.

George sighed dramatically. "I guess we can share." He huffed, nudging his foot against Clay's stomach. Clay rolled his eyes but smiled none the less.

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@OhOphelia
I CANT ISHSBAKALAKLAPA CLARK JUST THREW HIMSELF INTO THE RIVER FOR THE LAST OF NICK'S CHIPS AND JETHRO JUMPED AFTER HIM HAHAHAHHAHAH

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@Sapnap
When I said I'd give the rest of the chips to the next person to jump off of the bridge I was j o k i n g
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@chiccennuggies
Clark being an absolute m o o d we stan
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Clark,,,, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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     You can do anything you want when you're
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Darryl watched with a small smile on his face as Clay caught up to George, wrapping his arms around around his waist from behind and laughing. George was laughing too as he placed his hands on Clay's arms, leaning forward to account for the tall Floridian plastered to his back.

Darryl's smile only grew as he felt a warm hand slip into his, threading their fingers together. "Everything alright?" Zak asked softly, voice gentle with an undertone of worry. Darryl closed his eyes and squeezed Zak's palm, sending silent thanks to the heavens for blessing him so.

"More than alright." Darryl murmured in return, eyes opening to meet those of his boyfriend. He tugged softly on Zak's hand, pulling him in closer, and pressed his lips to Zak's temple. "You were right." He spoke against the others' skin and Zak grinned, closing his eyes and basking in the affection and praise.

"When am I not?" He quipped in return, grin wide and proud. Darryl giggled softly, oh so fondly, and hummed as though he were thinking. "Don't answer that." Zak warned and Darryl couldn't help giggling again, pressing his nose into Zak's hair. They stayed like that for a moment, soaking in each others presence, before Darryl spoke up again.

"I love you." He mumbled gently, pulling back to look into Zak's eyes. Zak looked around them for a moment before turning back at Darryl, satisfied that they were safe. He rocked onto his toes and pressed a warm, chaste kiss to Darryl's lips.

"I love you too." He returned before pulling at Darryl's hand, eager to join back up with the group that were beginning to make their way away.

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@Sapnap
@DreamWasTaken genuinely just stole @GeorgeNotFound and ran, we can't find them

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@fleepfloop
Dream thinks he's so sneaky, just say you're in love and go 😖 stinkey pissbabey
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Don't worry, we don't know where we are either
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Okay but like 🥵 Georgie is one thicc bih 🥵 what I gotta do to tap that? 😏
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"How long do you think it'll take them to find us?" Clay asked, leaning back on one hand and holding an ice cream in the other. George looked over with a grin.

"Are you kidding? I bet they've gotten bored and given up by now." George giggled, happily licking at his own ice cream. Clay chuckled his agreement, basking in the comfortable company.

It felt good, not having to constantly worry about their actions and who would see them. The only thing that Clay and George had to worry about were the winding rollercoasters surrounding them, and there was no one around to force the two onto them so there really wasn't anything to worry about at all.

Clay smiled, pulling his phone from his pocket and holding it in front of them. George laughed and ducked for a second, attempting to wipe any ice cream from his face. Clay just waited patiently for George to be ready. He almost didn't comment that George had missed some.

"Hang on, you've still got some—" Clay gestured to the corner of his own mouth. George wiped again and just about missed it - Clay didn't need to know that George had missed it on purpose. "No— here, I'll get it, hold this." Clay passed his ice cream to George and reached to wipe his thumb at the corner of George's mouth, hand with his phone in lowering.

The ice cream was gone but Clay's thumb stayed rested at the corner of George's lips, a gentle and familiar weight. He couldn't tear his eyes away and George simply watched silently, scared he may break the moment by breathing too quickly.

Clay eventually sighed and pressed his lips to George's forehead instead, lingering there. George swept away his disappointment and lent into the warmth of Clay's breath fanning across his hairline.

Eventually, George passed back Clay's ice cream and shuffled closer for the picture. He pressed himself warmly down Clay's side, one arm wrapped around Clay's - they both distantly remembered a night of George teaching Clay to play minecraft and falling asleep on his shoulder, arms wrapped around one of his.

Clay smiled, holding up his ice cream and George mirrored it, trying to build up the courage to try something. Right as Clay took the picture, George tilted to press his lips to Clay's cheek.

Clay's eyes widened in surprise and George giggled, deciding that might just be the cheesiest and therefore best photo they had taken so far.

"What was that for?" Clay asked, flustered and George simple smiled, licking his ice cream innocently. Before he had the chance to answer, they were found. Clark was quick to attempt to scrounge for some ice cream and the moment was successfully broken and chased away.

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@quackquack
Wait wait wait wait hang on hold up a sec hold on,,, am I the only one that remembers #gray??? And George's massive crush on Clay??? What happened to them?? @Dreamishot @GeorgeNotFound
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I have a theory but I don't have all the evidence yet so I'm gonna stay quiet 👀
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Wait wot
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As long as George is happy, that's all I need :)
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