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dnf - couch cuddles - 1.4k words

george likes dream's sweater and patches seems to like it too

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There is this sweater that Dream wears sometimes, a dark blue half-zip fleece with leather patches on the elbows and deep, warm pockets, that George is a little bit obsessed with.

Of course, the pockets are mostly there to be used by whoever is wearing the sweater, not by his best friend slash boyfriend who constantly has cold hands, but it’s a nice benefit. Not to mention that Dream also happens to look especially great in it, all broad and soft and rugged—especially with a few days worth of stubble on his face and his curls a little messy.

Which has been the case for most of the time these recent weeks, much to George’s contentment.

If someone were to ask him about it, though, he would maintain that he likes the blue sweater a normal amount. Give or take. And he might bring himself to admit that it’s the person wearing it who he likes more than just a little. An abnormal amount, you could say. A ludicrous amount.

He’ll admit that happily.

After searching high and low for the past ten minutes, he finally finds Dream in the guest house, of all places. He’s on the couch with his legs outstretched and his laptop—surprise, surprise—perched on his lap. Somehow, Patches has fit herself on his chest, too, fast asleep with her head on his shoulder like a baby. She must have ventured in here looking for him, too.

And she must have taken one look at the dark blue sweater Dream is wearing and deemed it a nice place to take a nap.

George doesn’t appreciate that she succeeded on that quest before he did.

“Hey you,” he says, announcing his presence. He leans his back on the door to close it.

Dream looks up and stretches, lifting a hand to the back of his head. His screen casts a soft glow on his face, and George would bet good money that either gmail dot com or his editing software is currently filling it. Or both. Dream likes the split-screen function.

“Hey you,” Dream echoes, making George smile as he nudges past the coffee table to join him.

This is really not a couch that can fit two people lying down, it can barely fit one if he’s honest, but Dream scooches closer to the back pillow and lifts his arm as a wordless invitation.

George does not need to be asked twice, climbing into position. He feels like he’s precariously close to the edge, but then Dream wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him close, and he relaxes like he’s been given a sedative.

Patches stirs ever so slightly at the commotion, giving George what he’s sure is a pointed look.

“She took my spot,” he mumbles, frowning at her and watching her simply close her eyes again and let out a sigh.

Dream’s hand comes to rest near the waistline of George’s sweatpants, his fingers grazing the sliver of skin where his hoodie has ridden up.

“There’s two spots,” he says gently.

And he’s right, of course. And really, George thinks it’s a good sign that Patches has chosen this as her desired nap location. She’s a smart cat and if this is the safest, warmest place she could think of, then he trusts her judgment wholeheartedly.

He would probably do the same if he was a cat. He’s even doing it now, as a human.

Only now does the laptop screen in front of him come into focus, showing something entirely different from what he was willing to bet money on. It’s a sports game of some kind—football? Or is that rugby?

All he knows is that each team is wearing a different color and that they are both running around on the field trying to win. And that Dream might be a furnace in disguise with how warm he is. Mostly the last thing.

“What are you watching?” George asks.

“Football game,” he answers, followed by a soft huff of amusement. “That you don’t care about.”

“I care a lot, actually.”

“Uh huh.” His smile is audible. “I��m sure it’s so interesting to you.”

George nods into the folds of the fleecy fabric. “It is. I love it,” he lies, making Dream laugh.

The game on screen seems to go on some kind of break and the camera pans to the players standing around, leaning on their knees, out of breath, and to the crowd and muted discussion between the referee and who George assumes is one of the team captains. Dream sighs and presses a kiss on the top of George’s head.

“If it was soccer you’d care,” he says. “ Actually care.”

George hums in a way that means yes. Real football, you mean , he would have said if he wasn’t so comfortable that he is tempted to let sleep overtake him. Take a page out of Patches’ book.

He’s surrounded by the kind of warmth that reminds him of his childhood. Of coming back inside from playing in the snow and getting to sit by the fireplace and watch cartoons to get the feeling back in his fingers. It’s more than enough to make him want to succumb to sleep.

Dream’s palm coming to rest fully on his bare stomach makes him blink. On screen, the game has started back up and so has the faint sound of cheering coming from the speakers.

With some difficulty, he retrieves his phone from his pocket. If he is to keep himself awake while lying here, watching American football is not the way to do it.

He uses Dream’s chest to prop up his phone and lets his thumb swipe past X and over to Reddit instead. 

Some of the posts are worth reading, others he scrolls past. It doesn’t take long for Dream’s attention to inevitably get pulled to his screen, as well, abandoning the game. George doesn’t blame him. He can tell that he’s reading, concentrating, by the way his hand starts drawing mindless shapes on his hip. He tries to move as little as possible in hopes that Dream won’t realize that he’s doing it and possibly stop.

They’re halfway through a particularly technical post about the motion detection system they’ve set up for the titan when a message from Sapnap pops up at the top of his screen.

Something stupid, of course. So stupid he might have just ignored it had it not been for the way he feels Dream smile against his temple.

George snorts. “What an idiot.”

He swipes down and types an even more stupid reply, making Dream turn his head away to laugh. Really laugh.

George grins. He knew that would get him. He’s much funnier than Sapnap could ever dream of being. “What’s so funny?”

Dream answers by burrowing his face into the back of his neck, his quiet laughter getting muffled by the hood of his hoodie. He’s in that kind of mood, George thinks; the one where he could say anything and Dream would find it funny.

It’s his favorite Dream-mood by far. He would know—he has them all cataloged.

“I should be a comedian,” he says, if only to prove his point—which it does.

“No, your guys’ humor is like, fucked,” Dream says, clearing his throat.

George sighs and clicks his phone off, moving his head back so he can see Dream’s face.

“You like it though,” he counters, running his hand over the stubble along his jaw.

Just then, Patches’s ears start to twitch and they both glance over at her, watching as she opens her eyes and stretches out her paws so far that they poke against George’s bottom lip.

“Oh no,” Dream says softly, petting her head with his free hand.

“Good riddance,” George mumbles, feeling a sense of smugness at the look of discontent he is sure that she gives him.

It’s not like they’re in a competition for Dream’s attention—except that they are, and he won it the second he walked into the room.

Dream shakes his head at his comment, but his amused-by-everything-George-says-smile hasn’t left. Patches stands up and hops onto the back of the couch, and then onto the floor, going off to somewhere quieter.

Good riddance.

“Guess she’s not a football fan,” Dream says.

George presses closer just because he can, hitching his leg up higher across Dream’s.

“Good thing I am,” he says, closing his eyes.

Dream shakes his head, his hand finding his thigh. “You’re an idiot, is what you are”

And George might like Dream’s sweater, but he thinks he likes making him laugh even more.

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me whenever hodgins calls angela “angie” and angela calls hodgins “honey”

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more Big Bro Bill AU doodles because they make me feel emotions.

Also memes

[astro-naut9]

uhh housemates content anyone?

[whirlwindofcomplications]

the tow from alex may have been what got george pole

[spiritdreamt]

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ @nuks

she doesn't respond for a moment, but her pink cheeks say what her voice can't. her head is full of cotton, his words caught on repeat as if her mind is trying to commit them to memory: teeth... every inch of you... her heart pounds. he could, of course, mean it figuratively, but he already has her wrapped around his finger. surely he knows that.

or maybe she just hopes he means it literally.

either way, she'd let him. he could devour her entirely, and she'd say thank you and probably ask for more. maybe, comes her first intelligent thought after he speaks, if you asked nicely, he'd let you bite back. she looks up, meets his dark eyes, and smiles with a nervous little giggle. her face is still burning.

"i'm, uh... amenable to that," percy says, tucking her hair behind her ear. "honestly, i'm amenable to most things. so..."

[landonor]

lando and jarv<3

[binders-and-beanies]

Crown the Empire // DOGMA

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

Will putting Hannibal's hand on his waist

[murasaki-cha]

It's just.... The phone lighting up in the dark room because Sang Zhi texted when he's having a tough moment represents the way San Zhi lighted up Duan Jiaxu's life like a ray of light in the darkness..... *sobbing*

[qilingxiong]

Difang thought

Against all expectations, when they are sharing a bed it’s dfs who ends up as the little spoon.

It feels vaguely embarrassing at first to lay there, fdb pressed tight against his back in the too small bed. Having him hold onto him - they don’t speak of how all the times fdb has been left behind might contribute to this.

Nor do they speak of how dfs sleeps better like this than he has in years, perhaps ever. Hands free to defend himself, his back protected even in sleep.

ohhhhhh, yes please 🥺 difang cuddling is wonderful and the trust di feisheng has in allowing fang duobing to have his back is so special to me. maybe he wakes up with fang duobing's face tucked into the back of his neck, and allows himself to just lie there and let the moment roll onward, not wanting to end it. until eventually he feels fang duobing stir and a very sleepy "a-fei" makes its way out against his hair. ty for this image <3

[distant-screaming]

MY BELOVEDS MY DARLINGS MY FAVES <3

[astro-naut9]

I'm back for more knowledge (even though it's been only a minute or so).

Series squad talk. What's your favourite scenario/simulation that they did? :D

the recent one!! the evolved parasite infestation!! i js love how everything played out and all of em dying at the end XDD but if it was possible, all of their scenarios would be my fav:33 its fun!! i think i have to rewatch all of them again X3

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