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The first time they hugged was when they met up. He remembered running up to him and throwing his arms around his neck. He remembered feeling warm and bubbly inside. Safe, his mind told him. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to stay in that moment forever. He smiled. That was a day he would never forget.

The second time they hugged was on the way back to his house. They’d stopped at his door, keys in hand. When it swung open, he could sense home. Home was warm. Home smelled of freshly-baked muffins and chicken noodle soup. Home had a small dog, as sweet as her owner. When they hugged, he felt at home.

The third time they hugged was right before bed. Both dressed in pajamas and mouths smelling of mint. This was the longest, and he liked to think the best, although it changed every time. Their eyes were closing and their movements clumsy. It had been a long day, and the sun threatened to rise. Sometime during that, they’d fallen asleep, and woke up in each other’s arms. The sunlight beamed through the window, and as it glittered in his eyes, he thought he’d never be happier.

And now?

As he stared at the sleeping man in his arms, their dogs at the foot of their bed, he smiled. Maybe today, this would be his favourite hug. This was home, and he’d never felt happier.

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“YES!” Dream yells at the same time Sapnap screams “NO!” as his avatar dies.

“TWO HEARTS!” Dream yells, sorting through Sapnap’s items. “I WAS ON TWO HEARTS!” He hears groaning from the other side of the call. “Oh my gosh! That was crazy.”

All of a sudden, Dream hears loud thumping down the hall.

“Sapnap, we’re still recording. Do you need something?” he asks, taking his headset off.

“I’m sorry, Dream, but this has to happen.” Before Dream could question what he meant by that, the door bursts open and Sapnap barrels in. He tackles Dream to the floor. Dream’s headset flies from his grasp, the cord tearing from his PC.

“What the fuck, Sapnap?!” Dream struggles under the other’s weight, but Sapnap refused to budge.

“GET HIM, BOYS!” Sapnap yells, pinning him down. George, Bad, and Ant’s characters appear out of the corner of Dream’s screen and begin attacking him.

“WHAT THE HELL? NOT ALLOWED! BANNED! YOU’RE ALL BANNED!” Dream chokes out. He hears them laugh on the other side. He watches as his health bar drops, unable to do anything. His screen turns red and large letters saying “YOU DIED” appear at the top. “Oh my god, I hate you guys,” he groans. The hunters burst into cheer. 

”This means we win!” Bad yells. “It’s 3-2 now, Dream!”

”OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY SUCK!” George yells, fully knowing that was not the case. “You’re actual dogwater! We boxed you like a fish!”

”Boxed like a fish!” Ant yells. 

“Oh my god, I hate all of you.”

“Aww, you know you love me!” Sapnap coos, getting in Dream’s face. Dream pushes him away, a smile forming on his face. He sighs.

“I do, Sapnap, but you’re so annoying sometimes.” Sapnap laughs and gets off of Dream. He extends his hand to help him up. “If this is what living with Sapnap is like,” Dream thinks, taking his hand, “I wish he’d stay here forever.”

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george makes him think.

good thoughts, bad thoughts, big thoughts, small thoughts.

he makes him think big thoughts, the kind that sticks in his mind and eats away at his brain. the kind he’d stay up for hours thinking about, working out every tiny detail. the kind he’d talk over with himself with all night, picking his brain, until the birds start chirping and the sky turns pink.

he makes him think small thoughts, the kind that flashes before his eyes. the kind he’d think about for a split second, before saying out loud. the kind he’d put in the notes app and forget about later, before coming back to later and not remembering why he’d written it down.

he makes him think good thoughts, the kind he’d smile at when they appear in his mind. the kind that’s always welcome, like a joke he’d tell to make them laugh, or what they plan on doing when they meet up. when george is involved, most of his thoughts are good thoughts.

he makes him think bad thoughts, although not very often. the kind he feels guilty for thinking. the kind he keeps locked up deep in his brain, never to be seen again. george rarely makes him think these thoughts, and he’s grateful for that.

dream likes thinking, and george makes him think.

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“Hey Bad,” Velvet said. “Top or bottom?”

Skeppy choked on his drink. “What.”

“Uhh,” Bad tapped his chin. “I’d say top.”

He heard a wheezy, choking sound and saw Ant thumping his chest, water dribbling down his chin. Velvet burst into cheers and laughter.

“Damn, Bad! Never would have thought you’d have it in you! Welcome to the club!” He reached over and clapped his shoulder. Bad blinked at him in confusion.

“Thanks?” he said, clearly not getting the joke. Velvet turned to Skeppy, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I can see why you call him Big Daddy Badboy now,” he said, winking. Skeppy buried his face in his hands.

“Oh my god,” he muttered.

“What?” Bad asked. “Why wouldn’t you want the top bunk? I mean, it’s obviously the best one.”

Skeppy slammed his head on the table, making the silverware shake. Ant and Velvet burst out into laughter.

“I’m gonna....I’m gonna tell him,” Ant said between wheezes.

“NO!”