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George woke up from the worst headache ever. The last two days have felt so eerie and horrible. Yesterday after the livestream to explain the situation, he immediately downed the melatonin pills to go to bed. The last tweets he saw were some positive reactions from the fandom, maybe everything is okay now.
It was not, Twitter was still a shit show. Caity has posted a response and as he keeps scrolling, tons of tweets calling him disgusting everywhere, acquaintances and friends clearly show their stances against them. George’s first instinct was to find Dream.
My love, they don't understand
But I'll hold your hurt in the box here beside me
How could we know
We'd rearrange all the cosmos? Mm
We crashed, and we burned
Now I just can't go where you don't go
Dream was making breakfast or lunch or dinner, who cares about time anymore. The apron wraps around his waist perfectly, sluttily even. George just walked up from behind and wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist. The taller one was startled by the sudden touch and immediately turned around.
Having issues with me touching you too now?
Never actually.
Secretly George blames Dream for all this mess. If this bitch had ever shown annoyance or repulsion by George, he wouldn’t have had such a huge ego thinking everyone is obsessed with him, just like a certain blond is.
Dream was close to breaking down and crying his eyes out again. So many times now that stuff like this has happened and blown out of proportion making them look like absolute horrible people. And now that their brand as DNF has been perceived as non-canon, their money will soon run out and they would have to sell the house and live in the streets, being shunned away by every single living person ever.
Key word: perceived. DNF is now definitely confirmed dead, in the public eyes. They both hooked up with women, there was no way for Heatwaves to be real now. The truth, however, was far more gayer than that.
Dream has been having feelings for George for a while now. George knows. And Dream knows that George knows. Because they hooked up, multiple times before. Whenever they meet or hook up someone random, the other person would know and then the sex afterward would be so hot it sends shivers down Dream’s spine just thinking about it.
But they never crossed the line, the best friend line. Because they both agreed that it was too risky, losing what they already have right now would be devastating, at least Dream knew that’s how he would feel. Women are beautiful and funny and beautiful. As a Leo, he enjoyed, loved the attention of flirting with them. And it’s kind of easy, he loved the way they talked. They like that he’s so tall, and looks presentable, not to mention how he speaks like one of the girlies.
Zooming back to George’s hands on Dream’s waist, he began to squeeze Dream’s tummy just enough for the taller one to know what he wanted. George wanted sex. It was that easy. There were no words needed, no need for verbal consent, they just always needed to jizz together whenever they felt uneased. And they did.
Fucked up, anxious, too much
But I'll love you like you need me to
Imperfect for you
Messy, completely distressed
But I'm not like that since I met you
Imperfect for you
Post nut clarity is the best. That’s what they thought when they were scripting the response last night. Clearly that didn’t go so well. From their perspective things are just horrible, nerve-wrecking. All that time and energy people invested in a waist touching session between two drunk adults. While Dream just fucking leaned in every fucking time George reached for him. Dream is a fucking loose bitch and it turns him on everytime. George was seriously consider just fucking only Dream for the rest of time, because apperantly people have been finding his flirting cringy, even with the puppy eyes.
Let just fucking apologized guys Sapnap said. You need to fucking apologize right now I’m freaking out. This is serious, they’re all fucking angry. I’m fucking angry.
Okay, fine. The oldest agreed
And so they did, Sapnap and George posted their apology while Dream went on a Twitter space. Towards the end of the space, Dream cried, while saying he loves George. George knew that. George knows exactly what Dream meant when he said that. That man is just hopelessly in love with him.
Quackity and Caity are not the only ones that can cry, you know. Dream’s voice was still shaky as he swiped off the tears.
You look so ugly right now. It’s kinda cute. George said. Maybe he should fuck up more, damage control is hot.
I'm glad we crashed and burned (we crashed and burned)
I'll never forget when you told me
You said, usually, I'm, too much
But I'll love you like you need me to
Imperfect for you
(Messy) messy, completely (distressed) distressed
The hate didn’t stop afterward. Their fans, the fans that’s still there, have calmed down and they believe George can change and grow. Honestly, no one knows for sure. Sapnap already left, went to LA to continue streaming. Dream and George was left alone, in the dransion. Literally alone, in real life and online.
If I just stick to fucking you this wouldn’t have happened.
Yeah.
I love you too, actually. George said as he pull Dream closer, dugging his nails into Dream’s flesh.
The end.