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“How do you… do that?” George asked, surprising himself just as much as he surprised Karl. His boyfriend startled, turning back from where he was layering necklaces on his neck, and George cringed.
“Do what?” Karl asked, doing the last clasp without looking and dropping it into place. He stepped back and looked back into the mirror over the vanity, turning his shoulders from side to side to assess himself from every angle.
He was dressed for some event that Jimmy was dragging him to (even though George begged Karl to stay home with him and make out and even offered to watch some anime, but whatever), a sheer flowy top over a tight white button-up and dark blue skinny jeans. The top buttons were undone so that he could show off a stack of thin golden necklaces, gemstones shimmering in the light of their bedroom, and he was sliding on matching rings as they spoke. He seemed content with his look, posing slightly with a little giggle, while George just curled up in their bed and hugged a pillow to his chest, wearing gray sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt.
Karl looked pretty and feminine but masculine - androgynous? - and so himself that it made George’s heart hurt, just a little bit. Whether it was because he held so much affection for his boyfriend or because he was spiraling, George wasn’t too sure. It was probably both.
“Present… like that. Like, gender neutrally,” George answered, choosing every word with care. Karl hummed in thought and before he could help himself, George kept talking, verging into rambling. “You always look so nice and it looks so natural on you. You could wear whatever you wanted and you’d probably look awesome. I feel like if I tried that, I’d look like a total mess.”
“Do you want to?”
“Huh?”
Karl spun around with a flourish and leaned back against the vanity, giving George a soft smile. “Do you wanna wear whatever you what? Or present ‘gender neutrally.’” He did air quotes with his fingers, making George blush and bury the bottom half of his face into his pillow. “Because you know, I get nervous with the way I dress sometimes, but I think I just have a lot of practice. You build confidence over time, not all at once. I also don’t think I dress that femininely.”
“Sometimes I think I want to,” George said and Karl tilted his head, expression open-hearted and curious. George picked at the fibers of the pillow he clutched. “I dunno. I always thought I was happy with how I like… exist. Sweatpants are comfy and easy. But then Ponk started going by all pronouns, you know, and then I kept thinking about like… do I even like going by ‘him’? I guess I’m comfortable with it, but it doesn’t feel any more right than any other pronouns I’ve heard.”
Karl’s expression softened and he made his way over to George’s side, dropping down to sit next to him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” George sighed. “And like obviously, people draw me in like, I dunno. Women’s clothes all the time. And it’s whatever, people can draw whatever they want, things like that don’t really bother me. But I saw this fan-art that Dream liked the other day and like- God, it wasn’t even of me, it’s of him, but I saw it and I was… ‘I wanna look like that so badly’, you know?”
Karl rested his head against George’s shoulder, nudging the top of his head against his jaw. “What did it look like, can I see?”
George patted around him, feeling blindly for his phone and pulling up his bookmarks on Twitter. Karl snorted at the amount of Dream fan-art George had saved there and George ignored him, flicking through until he found what he was looking for. He opened the tweet, showing a simple drawing of Dream wearing a lacy white tank top and a long floral skirt, long wavy hair pulled back into a low ponytail. George handed the phone to Karl and he took it, zooming in on the photo to look closer at the silver jewelry Dream wore in the drawing.
“I wanna be pretty like that,” George said.
“You are pretty,” Karl replied even as he handed the phone back to George and hopped to his feet. He made his way swiftly to his closet, throwing open the door and stepping in.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Keep talking.”
George blinked then sighed, looking back down at his phone. “I guess another thing I’ve noticed is like… people say I look good with stubble but I usually hate it?”
“Yeah?” Something crashed inside of the closet. George jumped. “Ignore that.”
“Uh… yeah. What are you doing?”
Karl popped back out of the closet, holding a bundle of clothes in his arms. “Well, you know I don’t really like wearing skirts, and I’m on a time crunch so I can’t look closer, but here, try these on.”
He shoved the clothes at George, pulling a belt out of somewhere to throw on as well. George set the bundle to the side, grabbing a silky-feeling garment and holding it up to look at. They were floral pants, almost bell-bottom style, and George blushed as it clicked when Karl had grabbed. He put it down across his lap, grabbing the top and letting the belt fall to the side. It was closer to the fan-art, an off-white tank top with spaghetti straps and lace along the hem and the neckline. It had a doily-style pattern along the bottom and he ran his thumb along it, feeling impossibly warm.
“Karl,” George choked out and his boyfriend giggled.
“Try it on,” he said, having already bounced off to poke through his jewelry on the vanity. “You’ll look so pretty!”
Karl knew him too well or maybe he was just too predictable, but his heart skipped at that. He sighed as if it was a struggle to stand up, changing out of his loungewear into the quick outfit Karl had pulled out. His boyfriend cooed as he pulled on the tank top, keeping his gaze pointedly on the bedspread and not towards any of the mirrors around their room. He smoothed his hand down the pants, flattening some of the folds.
It was too long on him, bagging up around his feet, which made sense since it was Karl’s size. The tank top fit better, clearly meant to be skintight on Karl but comfortably loose on George, and he tucked the bottom into the pants. He slipped the belt on, tightening it through the loops sewn onto the pants, and startled when Karl suddenly appeared behind him, kissing the back of his neck.
“Hi,” Karl giggled into his skin. “Picked out a necklace for you, can I put it on?”
“Yeah,” George said and Karl’s hands appeared as well, delicately placing a necklace at the hollow of his neck. George touched it, lifting the small gemstone embedded in it as Karl closed the clasp of the necklace. He rested his chin on George’s shoulder once he was done, nuzzling closer, and smiled. “Weren’t you just wearing this?”
“It looks better on you.” Karl pulled something from his pocket and wrapped his arms around George’s waist, taking his wrist with one hand. In the other, he held a plain silver ring that he settled into place on George’s pointer finger. “It’s your birthstone.”
George smiled, pressing his back into Karl’s chest and dropping the necklace to rest against his collarbone. “Which one is that?”
“Topaz. It’s orange.” Karl turned his head, kissing the side of George’s neck. “C’mon, take a peek in the mirror.”
“I’m kind of…” George trailed off, unwilling to say scared but unsure how else to explain the way his heartbeat was picking up. “I don’t want to.”
“If you don’t like it, you can take it off right away,” Karl promised. “I’ll even step in your way if it bothers you too much.”
“Don’t be dramatic, it’s just clothes,” George said with a scoff but smiled at the reassurance. He took a slow breath, closed his eyes, and pivoted to face the mirror above the vanity. Karl adjusted him an inch or so, giggling with George huffed, then stepped away. Another moment passed and then George opened his eyes, looking at his reflection.
Nothing gigantic happened. He didn’t look astonishingly different, he had seen himself in tank tops plenty and long pants near daily. Still, there was a happy little jolt in his chest as he tilted his head, watching the way his necklace shifted. It sparkled in the light and Karl beamed as George turned back and forth. He looked nice, put together and colorful.
“What colors are the flowers on the pants?” he asked and Karl’s eyes lit up.
“Like, baby pink and then some purples and darker pinks,” he said and George nodded. “They’re magnolias, I think!”
“They’re cute.” George shook his hips, feeling stupid but delighted by the way the silk pants shifted around. “I’m cute.”
“You are!” Karl said, over-enthusiasm bordering on puppy-like, and George gave him a shy little grin. Karl wrapped his arms around his waist again, pulling him close for a hug. “You’re so cute and pretty and you look lovely.”
“Shut up.” George’s grin grew and he buried his head into the crook of Karl’s neck. “Don’t you gotta go?”
“But my boyfriend is so pretty!” Karl pulled back, just enough to cup George’s face in both hands. “Or, uh, my partner is so pretty.”
He could feel the pink flush spreading across his cheeks, giving him an exasperated smile. “We’ll… figure it out once you don’t have MrBeast stuff to do.”
“Gotcha.” Karl pulled him in for a peck on the lips. Softer, he added, “thank you for trusting me, baby. I love you so much.”
George blinked. It didn’t even dawn on him to be scared of Karl’s reaction to his sudden confession. Everything else that may inevitably follow, sure, that was terrifying, but Karl? “I’d trust you with anything.”
Karl’s eyes glistened and he blinked away any moisture. “Aw, George.”
“Don’t get a big head about it.”
“There’s my baby.” Karl kissed him again, longer, and George melted into his touch. “Okay, I gotta go now.”
“Do you really?” George whined and Karl pushed him away.
“You’re the one who just reminded me to leave. I’m already going to be late.” He tucked some of George’s hair behind his ear. “I love you.”
George sighed, raising his hand to tap Karl’s hand three times in return. “Have fun, but not too much fun, or else I’ll be jealous once you’re home.”
“I know the drill,” Karl replied teasingly. “See you when I’m home.”
“Bye.” George insistently pulled him in for one last kiss, far too briefly, and collapsed into bed as soon as Karl left.
Karl was more proactive than George was in just about every aspect of their lives. He was always raring to go, it was one of those quirks of his that entranced George into following him around and falling in love with him and then following him around again, now in the sleeping-in-the-same-bed-every-night sort of way. He usually forced George out of bed in the morning. He made George brush his teeth before kissing him after breakfast, even though they never kept their hands to themselves while still in bed. He would nag him about video editing and showering and social obligations, bursting to the seams with that ADHD-based deadline anxiety that Karl thrived on.
It was exhausting but George adored it. He couldn’t help but adore everything about Karl, even when it drove him up the wall.
“I mean, the pronouns thing isn’t killing me,” he said, quiet and sullen as Karl pinned him down on the couch. It was hard to be mad about being trapped when the trap was his boyfriend’s legs bracketing his thighs, but he was doing his best. “I can do it… later.”
“Or you can think about it now, while we’re both unoccupied and bored,” Karl said, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. George wasn’t sure what he was looking at. “You said you didn’t really care for any pronouns you know, right? Which ones have you tried out?”
George stared at him for a long moment. “Uh. None? He, I guess?”
“How long have you known that you don’t like using he/him and yet you’ve done nothing about it?” Karl asked and George’s face flushed with hot embarrassment.
“Fuck off.”
“Not even like, she or they? Babe.” Karl laughed and George let out a low groan, letting his head fall back against the top of the couch. Karl kissed his chin. He sighed through a smile. “What if there’s like, pronouns out there that you’d really like, and you’ve never tried?!”
“Sucks to suck, I guess.”
“Geeeooorge.” Karl clicked his tongue. “Do you even like the name George?”
“I like my name.” That, he was sure on. “I like being George. I’m George or Gogy or Georgie or… whatever. I like George.”
“Okay.” Karl kissed him again, further up his jaw. “Thank God, because I think forcing you to read baby name websites is beyond even my capabilities.”
George snorted. “Is that what you’re doing right now? Looking up gender-neutral names?”
“I’m looking at neopronouns and gender labels. Are you a label guy? I can ignore the labels, you can be… just George.”
“I like labels, it’s just a struggle to find them,” George said, letting his eyes fall shut, and Karl hummed in response. “What’s a neopronoun, again?”
“Just like, new pronouns. Non-traditional pronouns. I dunno the definition but they’re transgender things, I’ve been told,” Karl said, tone light, and George smiled. “Want me to just rattle them off and see what catches your interest?”
“That doesn’t sound like an efficient way to decide on pronouns.”
“E/em, xe/xem, ze/zem again but with a Z this time,” Karl started rattling off. “Kinda any letter that makes an S or C sound with an E after.”
“I like that they all sound like they/them, that’s easy,” George said and Karl laughed. “I think that makes me not want to use them, though. I don’t really like they/them for me. I’d want something like… I dunno. Weird.”
“Yeah, make people work for it,” Karl agreed. “Ve/vir is kinda interesting. Sie/hir. Ae/aer-”
“Was that one or two? Sie/hir?” George reached up to grab Karl’s wrist, eyes opening again, and Karl blinked.
“It’s one, they go together.”
George sat back and lowered his hand, considering. “Note that one down. We should try that one.”
Karl grinned, swiping at his phone and typing something. George’s phone buzzed with a text. “Okay, glad this is officially a group effort. You can do like, noun pronouns too, or thon/thons is like, the first neopronoun, I guess. Or one of them, I dunno, I’m just reading an article.”
“Noun pronouns sound...” George hesitated, tilting his head. “Kinda cringe?”
“Cringe culture is dead and these are really cute though,” Karl said. “Fae/faer is popular. And if anyone was mean to you about it, I’d hit them.”
George hummed in thought, eyes sliding away from his boyfriend. “Do you think there are any cat-themed ones?”
Karl snickered, ducking down to kiss George on the forehead, and he crinkled his nose. “Absolutely, let’s find you some.”
Somehow, George didn’t think that Karl would start right away with bombarding George with random pronouns. Maybe that was a stupid assumption.
“You know, you’d make a good girlfriend,” he said suddenly, dragging George down onto their bed in the middle of George pulling a shirt on. George’s face felt warm, something odd jolting in his chest. “Do you like that? Or do you still like boyfriend?”
“I like girlfriend,” George admitted and Karl grinned. “I mean, I kinda liked partner too and I don’t mind boyfriend.”
“But you’re my pretty girlfriend,” Karl said, wrestling George’s shirt out of his hands with a kiss. He grumbled and Karl tossed it away with a snicker. He pushed George back against their pillows, looming over him and kissing down his neck. “Aren’t you? My beautiful girlfriend.”
George squirmed, that warmth in his face traveling down his neck and chest alongside Karl’s lips. “Do you have a point to this, idiot?”
He could feel Karl smirk. Into the hollow of George’s neck, Karl murmured, “I love my girlfriend George, she’s so pretty, and even when she’s being a bitch to me, I still like her.”
An electric shiver of delighted surprise ran down George’s spine at the playful words. “You know, I don’t hate that.”
Karl giggled, popping back up to grin at George. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” George breathed, eyes closing as rational (maybe too rational) thoughts kicked back in. “That might just be because they’re new, though. We can use she as like… What’s it? Control group?”
“You’re so nerdy.” Lips pressed against George’s, startling… him? her? George did kinda like her. “We can do that, yeah. She/her control group.”
“I don’t think I’m a girl though,” she quickly clarified and Karl hummed.
“Of course, of course. You’re my Georgie.” Karl went back to trailing down George’s neck, his hands creeping down to tug on the waistband of her sweatpants. “Don’t need anything more than that for now.”
Karl’s proactiveness rubbed off on George, just a little bit, because she managed to talk Dream and Sapnap into scrolling through a list of gender identities on some Wiki with her.
“We don’t live in your head, so I don’t know how we’ll be helpful here,” Sapnap said as George set the Discord call to screen share. “Are we like, moral support?”
“Speak for yourself,” Dream said. “I’m sure I’ll know exactly what label Georgie will use as soon as I see it.”
Dream had been calling her Georgie more lately, saying some half-joke about it being more feminine. Sapnap had just started plying her with even more pet names since she came out. She pretended she wasn’t awfully fond of the positive attention.
“You don’t even know what label you like,” Sapnap countered and Dream spluttered. George ignored them both, scrolling down the list she had found.
The unfamiliar terms seemed to glaze together in front of her eyes into a blend of letters. Her gaze caught on anything she recognized - agender, she knew that one, this was just like the Pokémon segment - but mostly her brain just stopped functioning.
“What the fuck is Allygender?” Sapnap cut in and Dream burst out laughing. “George, please click it, I wanna see it.”
“Absolutely not. We’re on a mission.”
“Beautiful, please!” he begged and she scoffed, scrolling on. “Ooh, wait, what about bigender?”
That one, she did click on, scanning through the description quickly. “It’s interesting but… eh. I dunno, it’s not calling to me.”
“It’s also fine if none of them call to you,” Dream chipped in, amusement still clear but muted in his voice. “Labels are a scam anyways.”
“Yeah, but I like having something to not take seriously. It’s why I like being bisexual but in a relationship so much,” George replied as she hit the back arrow and Sapnap let out a startled laugh. She skimmed through the C section and then paused on the D, taking in the piles of demi- identities. “I thought this was a sexuality thing. Isn’t Tina this?”
“Demi just means half, so, that can apply to gender too. Just a prefix,” Dream pointed out and she hummed. “What about demigirl?”
She clicked it, looking over the description. She scrolled to the bottom, glancing over the images. “I dunno if that fits with whatever my deal is, but the flag is really cute.”
“You can’t choose an identity based on the flag,” Dream said. “Well- no, you definitely can, actually, that’s within your right, but- you can’t even see the flag properly. It probably looks identical to the demiboy flag to you.”
She clicked back and opened that page next, scrolling to the images section. “Yes, yes they do. Never mind, I don’t wanna mix the flags up on fan-art.”
“You’re planning on coming out?” Sapnap asked and she returned to the list, scrolling through with less attention paid this time.
“I dunno, maybe. I want people to draw me in skirts more.” She opened the genderfluid page and started poking through it absentmindedly. “I don’t really like sharing my personal details, but I’m pretty sure most people assume that Karl and I are dating at this point. We’re not exactly subtle.”
“You don’t consider your relationship public? You openly share a bed.”
Her eyes caught on a hyperlink on the page as she ignored Dream, opening it before she really thought about it. The genderqueer page loaded quickly, a flag appearing on the top of it, and she glanced over the description.
Umbrella term… queer experience with gender… outside the binary… a combination of genders.
She highlighted the last four words. “I like this one.”
“Cool,” Sapnap responded, as laidback as ever.
“The flag is purple, white, and green,” Dream added helpfully. George smiled, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. There was a comfortable pause. “I like that you were so insistent on wanting a label but then you chose the umbrella term.”
“Fuck off.”
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Karl asked the next day, stopping George in the middle of messing with a frustrating piece of code. George was happy for the distraction, pushing off from the desk and turning her chair around.
“Annoyed.”
Karl dropped to his knees and George’s brain stuttered. He leaned forward and pressed his cheek against one of George’s knees, promptly interrupting her mind’s trip to the gutter. “Let’s play the pronoun game again.”
“It’s a game now?”
“I love my girlfriend, e is the best.” He gave George a bright winning grin and she melted back into her chair. “E is especially handsome when I’m below em.”
“Dirty-minded,” she muttered as if she hadn’t gone down the same rabbit hole. “I’m not as into that one. Not meeting the control group’s standards.”
Karl huffed a laugh. “George is awesome, I think sie is so attractive. I love hir eyes and hir legs.”
“Why can you never keep this stuff PG?” George giggled, nudging Karl’s cheek with one knee. “Keep doing that one.”
Karl’s eyes sparkled. He almost seemed more excited about this than George, though as he continued, George could feel that excited zing. “I love hir a lot, I think sie is a little hard on hirself sometimes and it’s a shame. Sie really is the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. If I ever had to take a new last name someday-”
“Stop.”
“-it’s probably gonna be hirs.” Karl winked. George let out a world-weary sigh, arms covering her face. “You like that one?”
“I do, yeah,” George agreed with a nod. “Even if you’re super embarrassing and way too forward.”
“Sorry for being in love with you.”
George slid further down in the chair, reaching out with one hand to tap Karl’s head three times. He caught hir hand and pulled it to his lips to press a kiss against hir palm.
“I like those just as much as she/her, I think. They’re fun, I knew they’d be fun,” George said, tugging on Karl to pull him up to hir eye level.
“Wanna try more?”
“Maybe later.” George grabbed his face and dragged him into a kiss, eyes fluttering closed. “Stop being so cute and enticing when you’re meant to be helping me, you’re distracting me.”
Karl gave a devious giggle, happily falling headfirst into the kisses.
Karl bought hir a dress. He didn’t say anything, just left it on their bed, but sie could tell it was for hir. He was gone for the next two days for a video shoot, so it made no sense for him to leave it out if he wanted to wear it. Besides, he didn’t like skirts.
Sie eyed it like it was a wild animal that sie was afraid to corner, creeping towards it on tiptoe. It just lay there, innocent and unmoving, because it was an inanimate piece of fabric. Sie paused, staring for another moment, then pounced on it like George was the wild animal.
Sie wasn’t sure sie had ever changed so quickly, but in no time sie had it on, staring at hirself in the mirror. It reached hir knees, loose and flowy, and was a brilliant blue color that made hir heart happy. Sie swished hir hips back and forth, watching how the skirt kicked up with the movement, and sie fought down a wide smile.
“Well, don’t you look pretty,” sie said aloud to hirself, leaning forward to preen. “What a pretty man you are!”
Man didn’t feel quite right, but sie already know woman wouldn’t fit either.
“Person,” sie corrected, slower. “Aren’t you a pretty person? Eh, that sounds weird. Whatever. Aren’t you a pretty George!”
Sie hummed, standing straight again and wondering if sie could find a matching barrette to put in hir hair. Seemed like the sort of thing Karl would encourage. Sie walked towards the vanity, the skirt moving as sie walked. It fluttered against hir skin, light and oddly sweet, and something clicked in hir mind. Sie had seen plenty of women twirl around so their skirts would fly up, always seeming so carefree and making George silently jealous. Sie pushed one foot off of the ground, propelling hirself into a spin.
Wow, hir skirt flew out like sie was in a movie. Sie could feel hir face light up in excitement, spinning hirself faster so that the fabric danced around hir. Sie giggled even as sie grew light-headed, clasping one hand over hir mouth, and spun and spun and-
When Karl came home, sie was covered in bruises from falling over and also wearing the dress for the third day in a row. Sie was only a little embarrassed when he made hir wash it, pouting as he wrestled it off of hir. They bought more dresses the next day.
“Wanna get cringe today?”
George tilted hir head back from where sie was sitting at the dining room table, craning hir neck back over the back of hir chair. “I thought you said cringe culture was dead.”
“Is that a yes?” Karl leaned forward to kiss George’s lips upside down, hands raised to hold the sides of hir face. “Wanna be my catgirl girlfriend?”
George curled hir lip. “Ew.”
“I’m taking that as a yes!” Karl kissed hir chin this time, then both cheeks. “You got so excited for this one and you told me to stop seducing you, so I made myself a script. I’m not even gonna wing this one, it needed to be perfect for my cute little nyan-binary girlfriend.”
“Fuck you.” That was kind of cute, actually, even if it made hir stomach twist with embarrassment.
Karl pulled the script out with a flourish and George rolled hir eyes, slumping back over their table. Sie fidgeted with the puzzle sie was doing, barely even looking at the pieces while Karl cleared his throat.
“Eyes brown like the stones that glint up at me on the riverbed-”
George whipped around, eyes going wide as hir face went pale. “Did you write me a poem?!”
Karl wrapped his arm around hir, hand clasped over hir mouth as sie tried to struggle away. George was literally going to die of embarrassment and Karl was the cheerful murderer, laughing sinisterly before restarting.
“Eyes brown like the stones that glint up at me on the riverbed,” he read out, “my girl shines prettier than any gemstones I’ve ever seen. Kit is the sun that shines through our curtains in the morning, warming my heart and our bed and the inches between kits hand and mine. I resent the distance, I always do, but I can’t wake kit, can’t disturb the peaceful serenity on kits face. So I sit in silence in the warmth of our bed and wait, wait for pretty riverbed stones to meet my face again.”
George felt overly warm, face tingling as sie groaned and slumped down in hir chair. Karl kept his grip steady, hand sliding down to brace across hir collarbone instead, and they both sat in silence for a long moment.
“So did you like it?” Karl asked, on the verge of giggling again, and George sighed.
“The poem or the pronouns?”
“The pronouns, but I’m also curious about the poem.”
“I liked the pronouns. They’re cute, I dunno if I’d ever use them publicly but with friends… Yeah, I’d really like that.” George sighed again, more purposefully, and tilted kits head back to meet Karl’s gaze. “And I really liked the poem. Can I see it?”
Karl’s entire face lit up with happiness, a pleased flush reaching his cheeks, and George wondered how Karl could think that kit was the sun when he looked like this when he smiled. Kit took the paper and pulled Karl closer so that kit could use his chest as a pillow as kit read.
Eyes brown like the stones that glint up at me on the riverbed,
My girl shines prettier than any gemstones I’ve ever seen
Kit is the sun that shines through our curtains in the morning,
Warming my heart and our bed and the inches between kits hand and mine
I resent the distance, I always do, but I can’t wake kit,
Can’t disturb the peaceful serenity on kits face
So I sit in silence in the warmth of our bed and wait,
Wait for pretty riverbed stones to meet my face again.
“You wrote this?” George asked, peering up at kits boyfriend and he huffed proudly.
“Don’t sound so surprised.” He tried to take the paper back and George cradled it against kits chest, protecting it from him with a pout. “Oh, you like, really like this poem, huh?”
“We’re getting this framed,” kit informed him decisively. “It’s going on my desk.”
Karl’s face turned a more brilliant red and he ducked his head to bury into George’s shoulder, poorly hiding a wide grin. “Okay.”
George ended up where kit started with all of this: texting Ponk about pronouns.
Ponk 🔥: You dont have to come out if you dont want to
George: i know but
George: im starting to hate getting called he
George: i mean i dont hate it but i dont like it
Ponk 🔥: You can hate it if you hate it
George: but i also dont like coming out
Ponk 🔥: Just do what i did 😜 bio and bolt!!!
It wasn’t a bad idea, following in that same unspoken route kit had taken with kits relationship with Karl. Just an Instagram post with them on a faintly veiled date and both of them ignoring the immediate comments and questions from fans. The closest they had gotten to saying yes was Karl grinning at a donation he got on stream asking, winking at the camera before moving on.
And the fact that they openly shared a bed. Maybe Dream was right about that being a confirmation, thinking about it.
George: i dunno which one i would list though
Ponk 🔥: I mean you dont have to choose just do all three of them
Ponk 🔥: Fuck anyone who says otherwise!!! You do you man
George: i just feel like its annoying idk
George: i could just list she/her or something
Ponk 🔥: If thats what you want then that works too :)
Ponk 🔥: I think you should do all of em tho. Own that shit
George: maybe just she for now and list sie/hir later. she/her is my favorite anyways
Ponk 🔥: Fuck yeah brother
Ponk 🔥: sister
Ponk 🔥: whatever
George smiled.
George: thank you brother sister whatever
Ponk 🔥: <3!!!
“What are you smiling about?” Karl asked, voice soft and groggy, and George startled. It was late at night and kit had assumed he had been asleep for hours already, letting out quiet snuffles behind kit with his arm around kits waist.
“Just texting Ponk,” kit replied, turning off kits phone so that the light of the screen stopped flooding through their room. Kit placed it facedown on their nightstand, rolling over to press into kits boyfriend’s chest. “Trying to figure out how I’m gonna like… come out.”
“It’s 4 am,” Karl responded, dragging kit further into his chest. He curled around kit, possessive and clinging, and George smiled into the crook of his neck. “It’s sleeping with me time.”
“Okay, okay,” kit gave in, burying kits nose into his skin. “I’ll sleep, I’ll sleep.”
Kit wrapped kits arms around his chest, tapping three times against his spine.
“I love you too,” Karl murmured and George let kitself be lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady breathing.
George (✓) @GeorgeNootFound • 32m
she/her :]
— Dream @dreamwastaken • 32m
love you georgie
— sapnap (✓) @sapnapalt • 30m
so true she/her i love my boy george shes the best
— karl (✓) @honkkarl • 10m
love you gogy
— — George (✓) @GeorgeNootFound • 10m
<3