paint splattered scars || dnf

Honors Algebra

WOW MY PHONE'S DYING SO I GOTTA HURRY UP-

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These two will Never get a break. They are Gay and in Distress. Sorry (but not actually). I love writing this and I hope you enjoy reading this.

Also I may start working on a tommy centric vigilante fic soon? :0 Stay tuned for that i guess (no it's not the ghostinnit one).

TW: voices, hospitals, mention of scars

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Yes, the next few weeks weren't exactly the best for anyone, but it was usually okay by the end of the day. Dream and George saw each other every other day when Dream visited and brought him homework (a good portion of which he was exempt from after a few teachers found out about the incident with his uncle and... everything).

In fact, some people seemed even more worried about George than even Dream.

"Some people" being Tommy, and "George" being Dream's love life.

"Dream please just talk to him. The fucker already called me four times and I can't tell him off or his brother might kill me," Sapnap complains, trying to shove his phone toward Dream.

"You mean Mr. Soot?" Dream asks with a smile from the old wooden dining room table on which he was doing his work (for once).

"Yes, Mr. Soot. The guys actually kind of terrifying. But- Whatever. Just talk to the little shit please."

"Fine!" Dream drops his pencil and snatches the phone from his friend.

"HELLO!"

"Hi, Tommy," Dream sighs.

"You doin' okay, big man?" Tommy asks. Despite his natural Tommy-ness, he sounds a little genuinely concerned.

"Yes, actually. Thanks for asking. So what do you want?"

"Sapnap did not update my friend Ranboob here, as promised. So I am here to spam Sapnap's phone until he spills all the Dream lore."

"Lore?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Dream sighs. "Yes it is. What do you want to know?"

"Oh, everything would be great! Story away!" Tommy shouts.

"Right then. I'm doing good and so's George-""

"The British guy you like, right?!" asks another voice behind Tommy.

"Am I on speaker?" Dream asks unsurely.

"Yes. Tubbo is my emotional support. Next question."

"Okay then... Well, yes. The British guy I like. He's okay now, after he was attacked while in the hospital. Ribs are all messed up but he's way better now."

"So do you guys kiss now? Are you dating? Is he angry for you running away like a little bitch boy?!"

"I apologize for him. He's got nothing better to do than speculate about stranger's love lives," Tubbo adds.

Dream sighs. He glances at Sapnap, heat rushing to his face as he says, "Yes, Tommy. We just kiss allll the time. So often."

"That's fucking disgusting." Dream can almost hear the expression on his face. "And not because you're guys."

"Good to know. Thanks, Tommy. And, yeah. We're dating, I guess. We haven't actually gotten to go on a proper date though."

"FUCKIN' L," Tubbo yells, now farther away from the phone.