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Bookmarked by occool
31 Dec 2021
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really really creative idea! i love everything about this so far :) the writer has really good writing. seems kinda mysterious. and ill say it again, such an original idea! go read rn
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“Now I'm curious, what kinda rules could the pretty blonds have,” George says almost mocking.“Well- you for one,” she starts, pointing a finger at the brunette, “Can't touch Dream,” George's eyes snap up to the latter boy, the brit looked mildly amused, not offended — even though one probably should be at a statement like that.
“Oh?” He asks, looking Dream dead in the eyes with a little grin, “How come?”
“I'm not into guys,” Dream says as sternly as he can, but still sounding a little breathless, “So I don't want guys touching me.” He finishes, a little weak.
George's eyes widen impossibly more as he watches Dream flush pretty pink under his freckles — both boys knowing damn well that their dicks filled with blood during their stare-off.Dream and his girl have a threesome with George, he can't stop looking at the boy. A lot of internalized homophobia.
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That was the beginning, the first fight, all because Dream wanted to take Georges role as captain (which of course he got). Dream gets why George would be mad, he just came in and stole his thunder, but on the other hand he really couldn’t care less because George is just self-centred and boring, so fuck him.
or, Dream and George find a new way to take their anger out on eachother.
Bookmarked by occool
20 Oct 2021
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LETS FUCKING GO WHY CANT THAT BE ME GETTING DEGRADED AND YELLED AT
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Even if it kills me, you're the one that I want by orphan_account
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
25 Jan 2022
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“Alright, pretty boy, we’ll keep at it then,” the being sighs and taps George’s bloodied cheek roughly before getting up. The blade is yanked out of George’s torso, and the sword makes a terrifying scraping noise as it’s dragged along the stone floor. George musters up all of his strength to tilt his head straight up.
“Have a fun time in Florida!” the figure shouts as its footsteps fade away. When the maze falls quiet again, George leans his head back against the wall and clutches his side, blood spluttering out of his mouth as he sobs.
**DISCLAIMER: This fic has been discontinued and will no longer be updated.**
At the age of twenty-one, a mark matching with a soulmate appears somewhere on the skin. Everyone’s supposed to have one, but… George has a problem. He’s turning twenty-four soon, and his mark still hasn’t shown up – and the recurring nightmares of being stabbed to death don’t make his life any easier, either.
(Title from Neon Lights by Pim Stones)