bermuda_buttercup
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“You are a real arsehole you know that. I have done nothing to you and yet you act like I murdered your whole family.”, George spat back. He was sick and tired of being treated badly for no reason.
Those words must have struck a nerve because before he knew it Dream pinned him so his back was against the door. Dream looked down at him with a look of anger he’s never seen before
“You have no idea what you have done, so honestly I just need you to be quiet and not talk to me for the time being.”, Dream said with a shaky voice. It was as if he was trying to contain his anger, but it clearly wasn’t working.
“That’s the thing though ‘Dream’ I didn’t do anything to you. The first thing I said to you was my name and then asked you a simple question that your nimrod brain couldn’t even answer.”, George said back angrily.
-This fic is going to have 20-30 chapters!-
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29 Feb 2024
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"Six inches is a decent stat. A lot of people would be happy with that."
“And yet somehow, something tells me you wouldn’t be.” George shifts in his chair. The tone is back in Dream’s voice, low and thrilling. A chill runs across his shoulders and down his back, and he’s almost convinced Dream can hear the way his spine shivers over the Discord mic.
“What do you think I need, Dream?” he asks, breath coming just a bit quicker. His fingers tighten over the carved quartz in his hand.
“I think you need a lot more than six inches,” Dream says, mouth close to the mic, and all of the air leaves George’s lungs in a gasp.
or, the tension that’s been building up between george and dream for years finally reaches a boiling point. once they get a taste? neither of them can get enough.
which is a problem, when they both think that they want too much.
Bookmarked by bermuda_buttercup
28 Feb 2024