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(s) i think im gay...

dream x georgenotfound
(THIS🔫IS‼️A SMUT😀CHAPTER💸)
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(bruh 'her' is a random person bc i cant think of womens)

i sat on the counter, phone in hand, looking at fanart on twitter. every so often i turned to the side, stirring the pasta noodles and sauce.

not again...

once again, theres another shipping fanart of dream and her.

dream_fanart and 8 others ❤️

oh yea, forgot to say, i was cooking noodles for me and my roommate/best friend, dream. he was making a plug-in, because he said he wanted to make this one. i was fine with it, obviously, since it let me off some work, but i had started to feel bad. he was coding for over a few hours and i had the freedom to do what i wanted.

maybe he's just been talking to her on teamspeak.

i rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. maybe it was just the fact that i usually was the one coding, or the fact that dream and-

"GEORRGE!!" i heard dream yell. "what?" i question still looking down at my phone. he bounced down the stairs. "i'm almost finished, all i need to do is the test runs and we should be fine. oo! are you making spaghetti?" i nod, still engraved in my phone.

maybe if i ignore him he'll go back to her.

"GEORGE!" he screams, and i jump slightly, looking down at him from the counter. "get off your phone!!" he whines, tapping my thigh as he does so.

i blush slightly, shifting my body. "well what am i supposed to do while the stuff cooks?" he sighs, "i dunno, but get off your phone! you can do the test runs with me!" i sigh, "go do it with her." i mumble.

"what-?" he questions. i shake my head. "i'll forget about the noodles and sauce, and then they'll burn! and plus, theres only 2 minutes left on the timer!" i point to the timer and he looks skeptical, but then groans after my facial expression stays the same.

"well after we eat can we do the runs?" he asks, and i nod my head. "now, will you please calm down?" he shakes his head, like a child. "BUT I'M BORED!!" he says, beginning to tap my thigh again.

"and will you quit it?!" i say, moving my thighs.

bet he's done this with her.

and more.

i close my eyes, tears almost spilling as he looks at me.

*beep!* *beep!*

i jump off the counter, getting ready to strain the noodles.

"excuse me dream-!" not only is he taller than me, he's also blocking the sauce.
"why are you upset?" he questions as he slides out the way. "no reason." i shut down as i mix the sauce and noodles.

i try to grab two plates, but of course my arms are too short.
i huff and turn to dream.
"can you-" i see him on his phone.
"nevermind." i turn swiftly to grab a kitchen chair.

an arm appears infront of me, and i look up to see dream, his face looking more concerned than anything.

"george, are you okay?" he asks seriously.

of course not. but you're too invested in her to realize.

"yea," i quickly swipe away his hand.