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"Are we homies?" George asks. "Bros?"
Dream makes a face at that and George laughs. He keeps his socks on, even as he sits primly on the edge of the mattress. Maybe to send a message—it's not gay when the socks stay on.
If Dream stretched out, he would feel the fabric of George's shirt under his fingertips.
He wants to. But he doesn't. He thinks of Patches, and he waits.
First, there's mold, and Dream needs somewhere to sleep.
Then, there's construction, and he gets to return the favor.
Things get a bit complicated along the way.
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13 Apr 2026
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He could see George's teeth – his perfect front teeth, like little iridescent seashells pressed to his gums – working at his lip. Not biting it, not the harsh mean pressure Dream had put on himself a million times, just rubbing against it. It felt the same way that it did when George clutched his hands together. A safety thing. And Dream thought back to scraggly hoodie strings lit by New Years fireworks.
Dream had never been good at moving from place A to place B. It always felt awkward and stilted and like he was two seconds from tripping over his own feet. Maybe that’s why he and George had been stumbling over what their relationship was becoming for months now. But asking George if he wanted Dream to put his fingers in his mouth only felt like the next natural step, he supposed.
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George likes having something in his mouth. Dream likes George.Bookmarked by horridrat
05 Apr 2026
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A click, and Dream’s voice filled his senses. “George.”
“Dream." It tasted like sunny apple juice on George's tongue. "Why are you dnf baiting on Tiktok?”
Dream was silent, for a second. George wondered where he was. On the couch, in his streaming room. Laying across his bed – their bed – his bed, just like George. In sync. There were a million ways, when you fell in love in front of everyone, to be self referential. Sometimes it was unnerving. Sometimes, George wanted to let himself sink into it and then never think about it ever again.
Dream scoffed. “I’m not dnf baiting. Sapnap was there too. If anything, I was Dream Team baiting.”
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George is in London. He misses Dream. He misses his younger self.Bookmarked by horridrat
05 Apr 2026
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When George thinks of kids, he thinks of the dinner table.
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