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Unfinished warped tour dnf fic
I'm leaving so heres the self indulgent fic i wrote before leaving
The sun has been hot this summer, hotter than normal. Maybe the sun is hotter on Bishop stage than on Volcom. When he repeated these thoughts to George last night he just laughed.
“The sun doesn’t get hotter, idiot” he had scoffed, “it’s been warmer though.” They were on the balcony at the restaurant they were eating at, looking out at the sunset. Well, George was looking at the sunset, Dream was looking at George.
“I love high fives again. Totally back in love” he had written on his blogpost, maybe it was too early to say but he was a songwriter after all. He wrote his feelings into songs that he sung to thousands, he knew feelings. He also knew he liked George. Looking at George under the hues of pink and orange made him realize how bad he wanted this. He wanted George and all his silly quirks. He loved his passion for music, quips, and silent affection.
He wanted this so bad, he wouldn’t care about winning an award show ever again if he could have George. But he was scared to fall in love with a boy who wouldn’t love him back, more so he’s scared to fall in love and George stops loving him. So all his unspoken words to George went onto his livejournal page.
George consumed his thoughts. Watching MCR during a set, it was George George George all the way down. Event in the heat of New Mexico, playing in front of thousands all he could think of was George.
George had kissed his cheek while they walked back to the buses. Blushing slightly before running up ahead to talk to Sylvee. Dream walked in a daze, almost stunlocked. Dammit George, you’ve done it again.
Sapnap had stopped him before he could climb into the bus.
“You really like him, huh?” Sapnap questioned, cocking his head.
“Are you gonna give me the shovel talk or something?” He looked out to the night sky, the stars shining above.
“Well,” Sapnap spluttered, “that depends if you’re going to break my bandmates heart. We can’t lose our bass player.”
Dream scoffed, shaking his head. He wouldn’t even dream of breaking George’s heart.
“No way man. I really like him, "he murmured, his voice going soft.
“Good for you then,” he patted him on the shoulder, “don’t fuck this up.”
He just shook his head, heading into the van. I don’t wanna fuck this up either.
As he fell asleep in the humid van, all he could think of was George.
He woke up slowly, the lingering feeling of sleep leisurely leaving him. Somehow Dream felt even more exhausted than the night before. He grabbed a granola bar from the box, prepared to stay awake and write. Sam had only taken one look at him before ordering him back to bed. He slept the whole way to the next ground-site, the soft voices of his bandmates in the background.
When he woke up, they were in Arizona. Which was just as hot as New Mexico, and he was just as in love. When he left the van to start soundcheck, it was humid and misty. He was lost in his head as they started sound check. Looking out over the grounds, The fog covered the campsite. It looks like a ghost town, he thought to himself. He strummed his guitar lightly while Sam and Puffy warmed up, and Bad chatted with a stagehand. They went over the set and a tricky part of “I slept with someone”, the sticky feeling left the air and Dream was starting to feel calmer.
“Okay guys,” Bad exclaimed, clapping his hands together, “we’re gonna kill it like we’ve done all tour! We’ve got a couple hours til we go on, but please stay nearby. I’m looking at you Sam! It’s hot as heck out here, don’t wear yourselves out!”
“Looking at you Dream,” Puffy coughed, raising her eyebrows.
He rolls his eyes, batting his hand at her. He’s definitely staying close since MCR is warming up after them. He looks out to the side of the stage where George and Sapnap are watching, Gia and Sylvee chatting behind them. He waves at George, smiling softly as George waves back. Sapnap elbows George then cups his hands, yelling “hey idiots, get off our stage!”
“Looks like our time is up,” Sam joked as he packed up his guitar. Dream just chuckles, shaking his head before moving to pack up his bass. After moving their equipment and clearing the stage, he sees George still waiting for him.
He waves again before walking over, bumping their shoulders together.
“Hey idiot,” George says smiling up at him, “you guys sounded pretty good out there.”
“Yeah yeah,” he says, batting his hand, “it’s just practice though.”
“Oh yeah?” he wiggles his eyebrows, “you guys sound even better than that? Guess I haven't heard it yet.”
Dream laughs. “Ooh, sick burn. Maybe you should watch our show today, see how good we can get.”
George rocks backwards on his heels, “Maybe I will,” he hums, tapping his chin,“depends on my schedule. I’m super busy you know.”
Dream chuckles, turning to look out to where the rest of MCR is setting up. Gia and Sylvee are talking to a stagehand they had made friends with the night before while Sapnap is watching him and George with a knowing look. Bad and Sapnap are going to be the death of me, he thinks t0 himself. Sapnap just wiggles his eyebrows before going back to setting up. When he turns back George is watching him with an emotion he can’t quite place.
“I guess you should start warming up,” Dream prompts, “I’ll catch you later though.”
“You’ll watch our set right?” George cocks his head, smirking slightly. Watching other bands play on Warped Tour has made Dream realize why he liked music so much in the first place. Also because George looks hot when he plays the bass.
“Yeah of course man,” Dream says, “after your show and mine we should hang out. I need some quiet, maybe we can take a nap in the van.”
“Wow,” George leers, “the great Dream wants to sleep with me huh? Take me out to dinner first idiot.”
Dream stammers, he can feel his face turning red. He feels so confident up on stage or interviews but everytime he talks to George, he turns into a mess. Like silly putty melting on the ground.
“Can you two please keep it in your pants for once?” Sapnap shouts, saving him from his word vomit. “George get your ass over here and stop flirting, we need to start sound check!”
“Yeah George! Leave your boyfriend alone,” Sylvee heckles. George walks over to his band, speaking too softly for Dream to hear before looking back over.
His face must be the color of a tomato now, but he just shakes his head and walks away. He heads down to where his bandmates are standing, grabbing a water from the cooler.
“You’d think you were about to join my chem with how much you’re with them, man,” Puffy remarks.
Sam jumped in, “Well, he’s definitely interested in something from George.”
“Maybe that bass,” Puffy retorts, “when a bass player and a bass player love eachother very much”. She’s not wrong, he’s been spending a lot of time with George lately. It’s definitely not because he’s trying to join MCR though, he doesn’t want to think about what would happen if he and George became a couple. Them becoming exclusive would require them to define what they are, and George doesn’t seem interested in defining anything.
“What are we?” Dream had asked one night, “like everyone thinks we’re something and you’re the only person I’m interested in so like are we anything?”
George had responded “we’re you and me. George and Dream, that’s enough for me.” Before rolling over in the bus bed and falling asleep.
So, no to switching to MCR or worrying about being a couple in different bands. Because they are not a couple, they’re just themselves. The ambiguity of it all is beginning to get to him, it makes him itch. Instead of voicing this to Puffy and Sam, he just laughs and moves to watch MCR.
As he watches Sapnap jump around like a maniac, Bad moves to stand next to him. He studies Bad’s face for a moment, contemplating saying something before turning back to the band. They sounded incredible, even during sound check. Watching George play bass is always so incredible to him, he admires George and his music so dearly. He also looks hot playing bass. When he said as much to George, he just smiled.
“Y’know,” Bad starts, “George isn’t the worst person you could be with. Like, he gets this whole being in a band thing, he’s very charming as well.”
Dream scoffs “thanks Bad.”
“No, I’m serious!” He exclaims, “being with George could be good for you, maybe you could write a love song.”
He thinks of the last pieces of a song he wrote for George. “Hot and miserable but totally in love.” Yeah, he could definitely get used to writing love songs for George.
“I think we’re just friends Bad,” he says, sighing. Good friends who have eachothers hands on belts in the dark and memorize the skin from his shoulder to his ear.
Bad just smiles and pats his shoulder while heading upstage to talk to Sapnap while he just stands and stares at George. Sylvee catches his eye and waves him over.
“What did you think?” Sylvee rocks forward, “are we rockstar material?”
“Maybe you,” Dream jokes, “definitely not the other idiots.” They look over to where George, Gia, and Sapnap are standing. George and Sapnap are wrestling while Gia eggs them on. He can faintly hear George yell “get off me Stinknap”.
“Any chance you guys are looking for another guitarists?” She jokes, “or are you planning on stealing our bass player?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t think he’d want to leave if I’m being honest.”
“Yeah, but you can offer something we can’t,” Sylvee wiggles her eyebrows, looking smug at her joke.
“I wouldn’t steal him from yall, he belongs on my chem.” Dream looks over to George, he and Sapnap have moved from wrestling to bullying Bad.
“I guess we’ll keep him then”, Sylvee says, “but you’ve gotta stay nearby. He smiles more when you’re here.”
He thinks for a moment, he didn't think he meant much to George. He wants to ask George what he means to him, what they’re doing. He doesn’t want them to end when summer ends, but he’d rather it be a what-if than a heartbreak.
Before he’s given a chance to answer Sylvee, the rest of MCR and his band have joined them. The eight of them are crowded to the side, way too much eyeliner in one place Dream thinks. While he was talking to Sylvee, Puffy and Sam had made plans to walk the grounds with MCR.
“Are you walking with us Dream?” Gia asks, cocking her head slightly towards George.
He shakes his head, playing has woken him up more but he craves some time alone. “I think I’m gonna head back to the van and write some.”
“If you need anything, we’ll be somewhere in here,” Puffy says while Bad starts to lead the rest of them away from the stage.
“Be back at three!” Bad calls, “we need our bass player!”
“And that ass!” Sapnap yells, Dream walks off shaking his head.
He steps into the van, sighing as he sits at the table. It’s been a long couple of days, Warped Tour has been exhausting in the best way possible. He loves it so much but he’s so tired, his emotions have felt like a whirlwind.
Pen to paper, right. That is what he needs to do with his emotions. He needs to write sad, emo bangers so they get invited to Warped Tour again, and because it’s the only way he knows how to map out his thoughts.
Lately he’s been writing more on LiveJournal than he has in his notebook. Maybe one day Dream will be more careful about what he puts on social media, but at this moment he writes "hot and miserable but totally in love".
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sam (high on sukia insanity): here's my life advice. be good to your friends. and you will reap the rewards.
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I hate my French class I am going to cry
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legit so sad i missed the space but it was wine night :/
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heartwarming moment between father and son
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the breathing prison (pandora’s city from veteri-mycosis by @lookinghalfacorpse)
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27 JAN 2023 | NHL • FALL OUT BOY and NHL / 2023 NHL All-Star Fan Vote selections are…
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I'm not really in the MCR fandom but I get a lot of exposure to it and I like that every picture of Gerard Way here is captioned like "my sweet little mouse wife, she's only three blueberries tall and lives in a little hollowed out pumpkin and wears a little apron and makes little pies and has little tea parties with her animal friends on a little mushroom table, and we like to hold hands and frolick through the fields and pick flowers and cuddle under a blanket with hot cocoa in front of the fireplace when it gets cold" and pictures of Frank Iero are captioned like "I need to stomp his fucking skull in and blend him into a fine meat paste" and both of those things mean that you like the person
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not even the stars, out in space, are truly alone
peterick x binary stars x snippets of personal poetry
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DREAM tweeted on his private ft SAPNAP!
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SYLVEE_UPDATE she has joined fall out boy on stage to sing rat a tat 🥳🎸🎵
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im so eepy. and my eyes are tired but im watching japaneats on youtube, love that guy
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cdnf planetarium
thanks!!
simpler times ...
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