Naptime after a Sooners game.. 🏈

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Naptime after a Sooners game.. 🏈
Don’t mind me just the fact George stole Dream’s fidget cube even though he has his own- 💙💚
Happy earth day 💚💙🌍
I ain't ever letting y'all forget this
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george dresses up as dream for halloween. oh, and he’s pregnant.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dream asks from behind him with his own costume in his hand, amusement clear in his voice.
George finds the shirt he’s looking for and pulls it out. “Ah ha!” he says, holding it up to show Dream. He waits for Dream’s realization but it never comes. George scoffs. “I’m gonna be face reveal Dream.”
After a beat too long, Dream starts hysterically laughing as George pulls his other Halloween shirt off and new one on. Dream starts to get dressed in his costume too and George has to refrain from getting distracted. They can’t do anything after George’s C-section, so they have to wait, “What? That’s–that’s so fucking insane, George,” Dream says, though he walks to the built in dresser to hopefully look for the pants he wore that day too. “Do you want people to know we’re together?”
George freezes. This–this isn’t news, but it’s… new. They are so very obviously together, considering they share a room and a bed and they kiss, but they’ve never said it before. They’ve never said it out loud before, at least. “Are we together?” George asks.
Dream clicks his tongue behind his teeth and sighs. “Are you really asking me that right now?” Dream comes back to the closet and hands George the pants. At least he looks amused and not mad.
George shrugs before he starts to change his bottoms. “We never–I mean, there was never a label on it.”
With a raised eyebrow, Dream shakes his head with exasperation. “What is wrong with you? We–we share a room, and a bed, and–and we have a baby, George. A baby.”
something about loving you in every universe
and in various sizes i guess