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“Let me hear,” George’s soft voice broke the silence, accent slipping through like a lullaby.
“It isn’t good, George. It’s not pretty,” Dream said back, eyes lifting back up to gaze at him again. Light snuck onto the corners of his face, but the rest was covered by darkness. George couldn’t see his expression, his eyes, the curve of his lips that had marked his body hours before.
“Not everything is, at first,” George reminded him. “Nothing’s going to be perfect on the first try.”
More silence. It’s so fragile, so intimate, so easily breakable. For once, he knows he has Dream hanging off his every word. He’s aware of the power he holds right now, and he’s equally aware of the fact that he could snap Dream, right here, right now. Crush him in his hands like a twig, toss him out and leave him forgotten.
He doesn’t.Bookmarked by bethnotfound03
04 Aug 2022
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home is where the heart is. and for george, that's with sapnap.
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04 Aug 2022
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lightning dancing in your eyes by 404n0tf0und for NETHERW4RT
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
25 Mar 2021
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“The things I said on the phone,” George continued, voice slightly airy, “made you rush home. You’re not usually the one easily worked up. Am I on to something?”
Dream didn’t respond, sucking harder against the pale skin of his neck, and making George’s back arch with the sensitivity. His hands fell down, gripping Dream’s shirt between white-knuckles. “Answer me,” George found his voice, the words leaving his lips with an air of demand.
“George,” Dream’s voice snapped George from his pseudo-dominance, making the latter gaze up at him at the assertiveness in his tone, “who’s about to fuck you right now?”
George swallowed, but his throat felt dry. He resisted the urge to squirm at the words alone. “...you,” he said finally, and he saw Dream tilt his head with another small grin. It made George feel weak.
“Then tell me why you’re trying to talk back to me. You wanted me to come home. You said those things, knowing what it’d do, for a reason. So, George…” Dream’s hand found its way to George’s chest, pushing the brunet against the bedsheets, “why are we focusing on me?”Bookmarked by bethnotfound03
04 Aug 2022
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For as long as he could remember, they'd been a trio. The Dream Team. Dream, Sapnap, and George. But things change all too quickly. When Dream represses his feelings for George a little too long and flies off the handle, the very words "our best friend" put him in great unease. At first, he's scared that he'll do terrible things.
And then he stops caring about the consequences. George is his.
And no one is taking that away from him.
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loosely inspired by "aishite, aishite, aishite!" - kikuo
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“One more’s a turkey! Do you know what a turkey is, you probably don’t, do you?”
“A bird. Or something you eat on Thanksgiving,” Dream replied monotonously, eyes flicking up from his phone to glance at George. George seemed way too thrilled with himself.
“Nope, when you get three strikes in a row, because you’re so incredible and amazing and the best at bowling like GeorgeNotFound, that’s what’s called a turkey, Dream! I’m so winning! I’ve won, I’ve literally won,” the Brit laughed, parading around and waving his arms in the air. “The chances of me not getting a strike next turn are like, slim to none. I’ve literally won. I beat you. Admit it.”
Dream smiled. He’d never seen him look quite like this before. “It’s not over yet!”Bookmarked by bethnotfound03
02 Aug 2022