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They were friends before all of this. Before the drama. Before the tweets. And way before the slurring of ‘25.
And definitely way before disagreeing on politics. Or whatever. GeorgeNotFound—the man that he is—with his pronouns and blindingly bright blue hair paired nicely with his silly little Clout Goggles.
Their friendship somehow never strained despite the disagreements. Whether it be about gay rights, abortions, or immigrants, they still remained friends.
Dream wanted to be more than that, despite his biggot beliefs. And the slurs.
He met up George at his place on a rather summer afternoon in Florida, George was visiting for the nth time and Dream thought now would be a great time, a wonderful opportunity he couldn’t pass up, let alone fuck up. Yeah. He can’t fuck this up. What will his teenage stanbase think? Ohhhh…. they’ll scrutinize him… How dare they!!!
Dream shook off the nerves, sitting George down as he prepared. He had this all planned, can’t afford to mess anything up. That would be more than catastrophic… it might be career ruining…. As if the slurs wasn’t career ruining by themselves- Okay, moving on.
George sat across from Dream, his blue hair messy and so very attractive to Dream. Dream’s face flushed red. George noticed.
“Dreammmm,” He singsonged, which caused Dream to practically jump out of his seat. Christ, these damned gay people. “Do you have something to tell me?” Ohhhhh, Dream was being teased!!! BY A LIBERAL. How could this happen, why did he have to fall for a FUCKIG BLUE HAIRED LIBERAL WITH PRONOUNS??? Obviously pronouns didn’t exist. Obviously.
He had to do it. He had to get it off of his chest. He had to confess his true feelings.
Dream took a deep breath, then spoke, “I’m a racist.”
“I knew that already. Say what you really want to say, Dream-kun.”
Shit. Okay well… He was just bluffing!!!
“I only said that to get a reaction out of you!” Yeah, that was a great excuse! Great job, Dream. Thank you, Dream.
George frowned slightly, a disappointed look on his face. “C’mon man..” YOU’RE MAKING THE LIBERAL PUSSY SAD.
Dream panicked a bit, and without thinking or hesitation, he blurted out his confession. “I LIKE YOU!” Pause. “IN A GAY HOMOEROTIC TWINK GAY NOT STRAIGHT WAY.”
George looked at him, mouth hung open a bit in shock. Partially because of the confession itself but also because he hadn’t heard Dream even utter the words “Homoerotic twink” ever. He blinked at the other man (racist).
George cleared his throat, “I… like you too…” Pause. For extra effect or whatever. “Dream kun, I like you in a gay homoerotic twink gay not straight way too….”
Then they kissed and posted American propaganda together.
….
Their relationship after it all wasn’t too different. Sure, they held hands before marriage and even kissed, which was blasphemy in itself, but nothing really changed.
They argued less about politics and more about who would win the 2028 election and who would be running. They would make up for it by kissing the other’s face off.
They would go from being all lovey dovey and sickeningly sweet to a genuine fist fight.
“How lovely they are together,” they say. “This won’t end badly,” they say.
Dream still hated the gays, called them slurs he definitely could not say. He just didn’t say any of this in front of George, his… boyfriend. Still couldn’t handle saying it. He still refused to accept that he was a raging homosexual. Even despite his.. interesting confession, it was hard to believe that he was gay and with a god damn liberal of all people. Can you believe it? Those people support and actually like gay people!!! Blasphemy, hardly unheard of in the alt right community.
In contrast, Dream tried his best to be uplifting toward the girls and the gays when around George. It was hard, but George had requested for Dream to be “nicer to minorities” or something. Whatever that was supposed to mean.
Yet Dream tried, he tried his darnedest.
Well, not really, obviously. Obviously he would change his ways, these beliefs were practically etched into the smooth front of his lobe. There was a singular wrinkle in his brain.
In his private Twitter account lies his homophobia, his bigotry, his hatred for anyone who wasn’t a pasty white male. And Trump. Trump was there too, alongside Elon Musk. And a sprinkle of Mark Zuckerberg was there too. And lots of Tommyinnit but what is this? 2020? That was five years ago, obviously things are different now! Dream was a better man! He had a boyfriend and he was voicing his opinion! Isn’t that cool? Isn’t that so cool? Now clap.
George, on the other hand, was doing the exact same thing, just with opposite beliefs. Priv-tweeting regular liberal stuff. He had a freshly dyed head of hair, it was still bright fucking blue though. Maybe he should try a different color. Something that wasn’t blue, or red, people could mistake him as an alt right man! And that was wrong, because that’s not what he is. George could never be alt right even with all the explanations from Dream about how right the republicans are.
George just couldn’t comprehend it all. Which would lead to fights, and then making up by making out. Very healthy.
Neither of them questioned their relationship and how it worked. Well, Dream did sometimes at 3 am when trying to sleep. But that didn’t matter much because he would end up sleeping soundly next to his fuckass liberal boyfriend with blue hair and pronouns. He still doesn’t understand how a person could have pronouns. Or like gay people, or be gay.
Maybe he should get therapy, it would help. Desperately.