Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

19 ; communication is key

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450 followers before february ends? am i able to bet on it with my friend-

i was thinking..... one shots after this

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ROADTRIP IS A BOP!!! A JAM!!! IT SLAPS

fun fact: i have a mild version of the colorblindness George has

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George knew there were other colors than what he could see. This quote he read once often came up in his mind- just because you know you're colorblind doesn't mean you can see color. While he also knew it had a much deeper meaning it had some surface value as well.

Dream's sweatshirt was.... yellow. George coiled the draw strings around his fingers as he tried to figure out if it was green or yellow. He could sometimes tell when the light hit it right, and green always was darker.

George touched his own face, around his eyes. The blue one, the brown one. Heterochromia and colorblindness. He just couldn't catch a break.

Dream shifted in his sleep, and George dropped the strings. He rolled back on his side, pressing himself against Dream's warm clothing again. George knew about how Dream felt, and it was only a matter of time before he told it.

He just didn't know how. There didn't seem to ever be a right time and that morning wasn't an exception. It was too peaceful to disrupt with talking, let alone talking about something deep and heavy.

George had long since healed from his parent's emotional scarring on him, and he knew that Dream loved him for him, not his success. He always had doubts, but they'd known each other for so long that it was hard to mistake certain things.

He wondered why he hadn't figured out Dream's feelings sooner. Sapnap had. Maybe Dream did tell Sapnap before George did. It could've made a difference, but perhaps the same outcome.

George could tell Dream had woken up at how he suddenly went stiff, his arms loosely hanging around George's waist, their legs tangled together.

George knew Dream couldn't see his face, so he feigned sleep, and pushed the top of his head under Dream's chin. Dream felt breath on his neck and pushed George away, looking almost uncomfortable.

Dream and George met eyes, and they both looked embarrassed instantly. George moved to one side of the bed, while Dream moved to the other.

"Uh-"

"Morning," George smiled.

Dream seemed to relax a bit, and returned the smile. "Do you..."

"Remember? Yeah," George said. "I asked to sleep in here. You said yes."

Dream nodded nervously. "I thought maybe you'd forgotten..."

George wanted to lean across the bed and kiss him, or hold his hand, or go back to sleep and pretend they'd never woken up. But all of those had a slim chance now.

"Well..." Dream looked at the clock. "It's only seven, so I'm gonna go back to sleep. You can leave, i-if you want to."

George's face heated up and he shrugged, but waited for Dream to lay down before he followed suit. He could pretend that Dream was asleep long enough to get comfortable before embarrassment set in.

But his eyelids felt heavy again, and Dream had his arms around his torso and he felt like nothing could interrupt them. With his back against Dream's chest, he looked down to the hand next to his heart.