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Yes my Queen we will be watching out for you on this panel Credit @cloverleafuniversity ・・・ Thank you to @blunt.brunch and Parisa Rad for having our Founder and President Chloe Villano on your #blunttalks series Celebrating Women’s History Month. 🔰🪴 (at George Washington Bridge) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp1dqeVsnma/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
A quick argument of scrabble
WC: 84
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“Xebecs. A mediterranean ship with lateen and square sails” Dream reads off.
“That’s not a word.” George denys admently. “That doesn’t even sound like a word.”
Dream laughs, “it’s a word. Look,” showing George his phone. Showing the term in the Oxford Dictionary. “Oxford says it’s real.”
“It’s not real. It’s not. I say it’s not real.” George persisted.
“And you obviously have the same credibility in determining if words exist as the Oxford Dictionary.” Dream said, rolling his eyes.
"Correct."
A joking new years resolution
WC: 350
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One goal, he’d had one goal. As a joke George had made a resolution to kiss someone before 2023. Somewhere throughout the year he’d gotten more serious about it, fully committing to the bit or something. And now there were a few more hours before the new year, and he hadn’t kissed anyone.
“Hey Dream,” George called out across the room.
Dream turned, facing him. “Hey George.”
“What resolutions did you make last year again?” he asked.
Dream walked over, sitting next to him on the sofa. “Uh, get you here I think. And I succeeded so look at me go,” Dream pumpts a fist in the air,” and I think there was one other.”
George notices Dream flushes ever so slightly when he says theres another one. He hasn’t forgotten it.”
“Why do you ask?” Dream askes, looking him right in the eye.
“Uhm, no reason really.” George stutters slightly.
Dream picks up on it easily, “so what was your new years resolution last year?”
“I forgot.” George lies.
“Oh come on, just tell me.” Dream presses, pressing himself against George.
“It wasn’t important. It’s embarrassing.” George hurries out, looking away from Dream.
“I won’t laugh, promise.” Dream swears.
George face palms, “I don’t care if you laugh, I just don’t want to tell you.”
Dream pouts, “tell me, <em>please</em>.”
The pout is too cute to refuse and George breaks, “tokisssomeone.” he spits out quickly.
“To kiss someone?” Dream askes.
George nods his head.
“Well,” Dream grins, “you could kiss me.”
“I could.” George says, he makes no move to do so.
“Could I kiss you?” Dream askes, maybe a little more hesitant this time.
George weighs his options, he settles on, “I wouldn’t push you away,” as a response.
Dream seems to take it as a yes. Kissing him quickly, before backing away quickly. “There, new years resolution filled.”
Feeling bolder, George shifts his eyes from side to side. “Well, y’know when I said kiss, I think I meant more than that.”
Picking up on what he’s saying, Dream bites his lip. “Could we?”
“We could.”
Basketball kisses
WC: 382
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No, this wasn’t happening. This hadn’t happened. What had happened hadn’t just happened. He must be dreaming. He had to be.
Dream stared at George, miniature basketball in hand. “So?” he said.
See the thing was just a few moments before, Dream had jokingly said, “If this makes it into the hoop this I’ll literally just kiss you,” towards George.
George had smiled at him and nodded. “Bet?”
High on the humour of his own joke Dream had returned it, “Bet.” Then he’d thrown the small basketball at the toy hoop on the wall. It bounced on the headboard and Dream had been so sure it would just bounce off and land on the floor. And that would be it.
Instead he watched George reach his hand through the hoop pulling the ball through, while making eye contact with him. Dream felt his cheeks warm, colour springing to life in them.
“So, bet right?” George had said to Dream. Holding that basketball in his hand. Which had in fact went through the hoop. Just like what he’d bet.
“Uh-” Dream stuttered, facing George, “well it was a-”
George shook his head, “but Dream, you bet on it. Where’s my kiss. Come on.”
Dream sighed, quickly kissing George’s cheek. Before turning away. “There, a kiss.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.” George chided teasingly, “are you scared Dream?”
Dream huffed, “no. I just did what I said I’d do. That was what I was thinking of when I said kiss.”
“Dream,” George shook his head, “we both know that isn’t what you thought of when you said that,” George stood in front of him. Taking Dream’s jaw into his hand. Making direct eye contact, “was it?”
Screwing his eyes shut, Dream shook his head. Trying to wiggle away, “I did what I meant.”
George laughed, “no, you didn’t. I think you meant something more like,” and then George was kissing him. It was a gentle thing. Slow and careful.
It tugged at Dream, drawing him in. Lulling him into a George induced trance. A kissing trance, as they kissed and kissed. George keeping that same slow, gentle, loving pace.
They broke apart, breathing heavily. “Like that,” George finished his sentence.
“Not really,” Dream finally choked out, “But I think I liked that better.”
The normal and mundane
WC: 214
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Mundane things were really the things that kept George going. To most people cuddling with your partner might not be the biggest deal. But to George, it was everything.
He nuzzled closer to Dream, soaking in the familiar clean smell and warm texture of well worn sweatshirts and t’s. Dream shifted, holding George closer to his chest.
This was one of the best places to be. Arm under the covers, around Dream’s waist. Dream’s arms around him. In their own little cocoon.
George inhaled, feeling the flutter of fabric moving in and out with his breathing pattern. His eyes drooped, closing. About to fall into the sweet abyss of sleep when he felt small paws start walking onto him.
Looking up in unison with Dream, they stared at the furry interruption. “Patches!” Dream greeted, voice drenched in exhaustion.
Opening his arms, George encouraged Patches to him. She trotted over, rubbing her body onto his arm. Headbutting his chin. “Hey,” he greeted tiredly. Making her flop in between Dream and him.
Patches stared up at him indignantly before settling down closer to Dream.
Both Dream and George laughed softly, laying back down. Facing each other.
“She wanted to know where the party went.” Dream joked, petting her.
George grinned, “well, I guess she found it.”
Parenting with George
WC: 455
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Parenting was one of those odd things George figured. Smiling down at his child as he rocked her in his rocking chair. Brushing a bit of hair from her face. “Hello,” he whispered.
His daughter giggled at him, “dada.”
George smiled, “yeah that’s right. Now is sleepy time, alright? So we need to go to sleep.”
She nodded at him, “luli.”
“You want a lullaby?” George asked her.
She nodded again.
“Alright lovey. I’ll sing to you.” He smiled down at her, gently rocking them.
“Frere jacques, frere jacques,” he sang, the french flowing from him tongue.
She smiled at him, “Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous.” George sang. “Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines.”
“Ding dang dong, ding dang dong.”
He started again. George didn’t speak french, but it was a lullaby his parents had taught him. A small thing.
Sooner than later his daughter had fallen asleep, nesting her head in his chest. Smiling tiredly, George picked her up. Walking up to her room. Tucking her into bed, gently kissing her head. Goodnight sweetheart,” he murmured before shutting the door.
He remembered so vividly those months ago. Almost s year ago at this point. He’d walked out into the brisk chill of the changing weather and went to the prison on a summon.
Sam had met him at the door. And said he had something for him. George had tilted his head, and walked after Sam. Down to the main cell.
And there he found, Dream. Cradling a baby. Sam didn’t seemed moved at all. “Apparently he was pregnant. A child shouldn’t grow up here.”
“Oh,” was all George had said. Walking across the lava into the cell.
“Make it snappy.” Sam ordered.
George had no intention of doing so. He walked over to Dream, kneeling down to meet with him.
Dream looked up at him, holding the child. “She’s beautiful isn’t she.” he’d said to George had nodded.
“A fast grower too, I wonder who she gets that from.” Dream laughed a little.
“Must’ve been me then,” George said in all seriousness. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, you couldn’t have known.” Dream reassured him. Handing him the child.
He took her in his arms, “have you named her?”
“Yes,” Dream had said, “her name is Anna.”
George had smiled, “hello Anna.”
“Go, I’ll find you eventually.” Dream had whispered to him.
Not another word was spoken between to two and George kissed Dream on the cheek briefly and stood in the corner. Feeling the potion hit him, making sure it dotted Anna’s face ever so slightly not to hurt. And then they were back.
George took off his cape, wrapping Anna up. “Thank you Sam.” he’d said curtly. And then left.
And that had been the start.
Heads up: I’m going to be posting/clearing out the rest of my old dnf drafts. That’s all.
I like to think I’m funny.
