4 Works by turtlecorpse
Listing Works
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He can’t believe he didn’t notice before, but Sapnap isn’t wearing a hat, unlike usual. The hair, once secure beneath the hood, ends up falling against his neck and beside his face wispy and untamed. George’s eyes widen somewhat at the sight of it, at the length of it. The curls settle at Sapnap’s shoulders and are almost long enough to reach his collarbones, if pulled. He pushes that thought aside. George can feel his mouth gaped open just a little and he can feel his lips becoming dry, cracked and desperate for wetness.
His eyes move to Sapnap’s lips, before the younger shoves him.
“I had the hood on for a reason, dick.”
Sapnap grows his hair out, George goes insane.
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“M’ tired.” Dream mumbles pitifully, walking towards the center room. George turns and catches sight of Sapnap relaxed on the couch for only a second before Dream flops down onto him, his head face planted against Sapnap’s chest. The man grumbles with annoyance, but his eyes remain shut, one arm thrown over his face to block the light. His other hand makes no hesitation to worm its way onto Dream’s back, George watches him rub soothingly, scratching and tracing random lines.
“Tha’s nice pandas.” Dream hums, acknowledging the soft touch and nuzzling into Sapnap’s chest even more, if possible.
George gulps down the last sip of water, suddenly feeling as though he’s interrupting something he shouldn’t, again. His headache has definitely eased up by now, enough to know their affection isn’t some ethanol infused desire.
When George moves to Florida, Sapnap and Dream act much less platonic than he thought they would, and he wants in.
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“Dream?”
The man doesn’t respond, much to Sapnap’s dismay. His eyes dance intensely between Sapnap’s features: his freckles, the acne scar on his nose, his lips.
He watches Dream’s throat swallow harshly. “Yeah?”
Sapnap’s words fall from his brain, never meeting their purpose. He stares open mouthed at Dream’s sleep-filled eyes and the clusters of freckles dotted haphazardly on his cheeks, breathing out a harbored breath of uncertainty, before leaning forwards and placing a dry kiss to the tip of Dream’s nose.
Sapnap arrives home, exhausted and seeking comfort, only to find it in the form of Dream.
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The stability that George provided himself earlier ensures their fall isn't quite the same as before. Somehow, Sapnap’s chin lands just beneath George's, whose eyes are drooped and flooded with something unexplainable Sapnap feels a tug on his chest suddenly suffocate in. A shaky exhale releases from the Brits lips at the close proximity of their faces, and lips, to be more precise to George’s own thoughts.
“Sapnap…” George whispers delicately, barely even there. So much so that Sapnap thinks he might not have said anything at all.
The four times George and Sapnap almost kiss, and the one time they do.