#dnfies my dnfies

[demonstars]

he's slowly blinking at him liek I just can't do this guys 😭😭😭

[tellyouily]

like the sap from a cedar

dnf - fluff - 1.3k words

read on ao3 <3

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The tornado warning has passed but the rain is still coming down in buckets. Dream can hear it tapping on his bedroom window, mingling with the hushed sound of his shower running; George inside it.

Eight days have gone by since Dream called a plumber to come have a look at the shower in George’s bathroom. Since then, the plumber has been around twice with new parts without actually managing to fix the problem.

So either Dream is getting played into paying way more than he should, or this is the universe trying to tell him something. What, he’s not entirely sure, but he’ll happily take it as some kind of sign.

The bathroom door creaks softly as it opens out in the hall, and a moment later George appears in the doorway, fully dressed.

His hair looks damp and ruffled, probably by the towel in his hand that he proceeds to drop to the floor upon entering Dream’s room.

“Hey,” he says, heading for the bed and leaving his towel in a heap.

“Come here,” Dream replies, patting the narrow space beside him nearest the mattress-edge.

Ideally, he should be getting back to editing right about now. But on the other hand, it’s so nice to be in bed doing nothing in the middle of the day. And now that George is here, well…

George rounds the bed, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“What do you want?” He asks.

Dream holds out his hand to him. “For you to come here.”

Kneeling on the mattress, George narrows his eyes at him. “And do what exactly?”

Dream’s fingertips touch the hem of George’s white t-shirt, then dip under it to brush against his skin. 

“Be here with me,” he says, like a suggestion.

Naturally, the question was rhetorical anyway and George is already maneuvering himself to lie down flush against him.

He makes a fuss about it, as he does, but he eventually gets comfortable; his back mostly pressed against Dream’s chest, and Dream’s arms wound around his middle tight enough to keep him there.

Editing suddenly seems distant and intensely uninteresting.

George smells like a mix of Dream’s shampoo and conditioner and the vanilla of his expensive shower gel. His shoulder is soft and rounded and pressing lightly into Dream’s chin. His shirt smells clean, too; fresh out the laundry.

Dream’s gaze rests lazily on George’s phone screen, because of course he has already pulled out his phone. It’s almost impressive considering their position right now.

“Are you looking at my screen?”

George turns his head to the side momentarily as if to check.

“Mm.” Dream hums into his shoulder.

“Well, look at this.”

Inside his saved folder on TikTok, he taps on the most recent video and turns the volume up a couple notches. It’s a video of a plumber—yup, showing how to fix a broken shower pipe.

Dream smiles, which then quickly turns into a laugh.

“That’s so stupid.”

George lets it play, pressing the like button for good measure. “It’s not, he’s fixing it. Look.”

“If only he could come and do the same for yours,” Dream says, letting George’s warm shoulder press against his lips again.

George shuts his phone off and drops his arms, laying them so they align with Dream’s across his stomach. He sighs.

“I kind of hope it stays unfixed forever now. Yours is so much better.”

Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world , Dream muses. He just hums.

“What would you do if I just kept using yours even when mine’s good again. Would you try to stop me?”

Dream huffs at the mental image of himself blockading the door or something to keep George out.

“Probably not,” he replies truthfully.

“Good.”

“Would you still love me if I had a shitty shower?”

George turns his head to the side, closer to Dream.

“No,” he says, using his most British accent that will forever remind Dream of late night Discord calls. “That’s all you’re good for.”

Dream smiles and stays quiet, giving in to the urge to close his eyes.

Maybe he shouldn’t find the smell of his own products so comforting but he does. George wears it like a cologne; it sits on his skin and in his hair and seeps right into Dream’s brain, occupying his senses.

“I’m not going back to my own shower, Dream. I’m here to stay.”

Dream huffs. “Yeah, so you can use all my stuff. Like you’re already doing.”

“I’m not,” George is quick to rebut. “Not all your stuff. I’ve only used the soaps that are in there.”

Dream knows this—he can smell them. He wants to keep smelling them, for this to become a regular thing and not just a means to an end.

The cuddling thing became regular in the earliest stages of George living with him, and he has hope that this new thing can progress in the same way if they let it.

Alternatively, if the universe orders George's shower to stay broken.

“Oh, only the soaps,” Dream says, laughing. “What else is there to even use?”

George’s hands find his clasped together ones and gently, absentmindedly start to loosen them.

“I don’t know, your toothbrush? Your razor?”

Dream huffs incredulously. “You would not do that,” he says.

“Why not?” George asks, frowning.

“What do you mean why not ?” Dream laughs. Because it’s gross , George.”

Just then, George succeeds in unclasping Dream’s hands and freeing Dream’s arm from under him, much to Dream’s momentary disappointment.

He waits for George to shuffle around to lie flat on his mattress, propping Dream’s pillow up behind   like he owns it, and this whole bed. Dream wouldn’t want it any other way. He lifts himself up on his newly freed arm and rests his head in his palm.

From his new position, George catches Dream with his gaze immediately. His eyes are soft and brown and how they always are, and Dream stares right back, unabashedly.

“I guess it wouldn’t be that gross,” he moderates himself after a moment.

Now that he’s considering it, he supposes sharing a toothbrush with George wouldn’t kill him. It’s gross, but in a nice, kind of human way.

“Exactly,” George says. “Because I’m pristine. Nothing about me is gross.”

Dream smiles. That’s totally the reason he’d be okay with it.

He turns his head to glance at the digital clock on his bedside table, and feels the cool touch of George’s fingertips touching the exposed sliver of skin where his shirt has ridden up.

Dream turns to look at him again, only to find him frowning.

“Uhm, where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“I’m leaving ‘cause you’re so gross,” Dream says, grinning.

He feels very open to being convinced to stay, and hopes that George will see the opportunity and take it.

George narrows his eyes at him. “We’re spending quality time together for once and you’re leaving. Really.”

“ For once ,” Dream echoes with a laugh. “Don't pretend like you’re not just here to be on your dumb phone.”

“Yeah, with you. Being on my phone is a two person activity, Dream.”

George has bunched up part of Dream’s shirt in his fingers to keep him from leaving, in a way so tight that it will probably leave the fabric all wrinkled and stretched out.

Dream looks between George’s eyes for a moment, two, and then he scoots down in bed, placing his head on the same pillow as George with a sigh. He guesses he can spare the time to stay a little longer.

Smugness practically oozes from George as he pulls Dream’s arm back across his stomach and reaches for his phone again.

“You’re so easy,” he says, a private smile on his lips.

He opens TikTok, which takes him straight to that stupid plumber video from earlier before refreshing to something new.

“You’re easier,” Dream mumbles into George’s comfortable shoulder.

Outside the window, the rain has tapered out into a light drizzle and the sun is starting to break through the clouds, slowly lightening the room.

[morataart-blog]

Tw Suggestive ¡!

Thing that I never posted cuz too afraid and too suggestive

my vamp/werewolf au

Dream has underwear I swear

Tumblr exclusive ig

[livingproofoftbd]

happy middle of june to everyone but especially them

[dnfity]

the geoguessr era was so good because you could tell Dream was really hyperfixated on it and instead of trying to pull Dream away from it, George just joined him in it. instead of letting it get in the way like other people would've done, he made it into something they could spend time on together. he did the same with crab game and when Dream was hyperfixated on speedrunning, George would sit in the call with him and just be in his company and make him laugh.

ANON.

[joyfuladorable]

To Fit the Crime by T33la/@punctuated-equilibrium --- "You won’t do your brother any good by resorting to your barbarous Terran habits. You see, Michelangelo’s sentence has already been carried out.”

Truly an 03 Mikey-centric murder mystery fic worth screaming about on the rooftop! PLEASE give it a read before you look at the other art to avoid spoiling the twists & turns!

>>Epilogue Art + Extras<<

[rebelwithoutabroom]

got this on my pinterest page. world is healing

[dveam]

SKEASYYYYY i have a request if you dont mind 'cause this moment was so cute to me and i've seen no one talking about it. it's the conversation they have when dream goes "i don't think you were 22 [when we started youtube] i think you were 21" to "how old are you?" / "i'm 25" / "yeah i'm three years older than you"

(around 1:22:20 in the dtvods vod)

[demonstars]

awwww dream as the duchess and george as o'malley :( 💗

YOU GET IT.

[tellyouily]

george is dream’s baby for sure but dream is george’s baby in a way that is so serious for them like that is the core of their dynamic george is nothing if not soft in the middle for dream and dream only

[kaiipivara]

Titan!DNF spoilers 🫣💚💙

[morataart-blog]

Bridgerton au

I’ve been watching Bridgerton and why not throw dnf into it + ref photos 💗

[orionssbelt]

[dwohtgnf]

like happy valentines day to them i guess

[dnfity]

[dreamwithgeorge]

i can't wait to see what the dnf dynamic will be like now that they've pretty much been isolated together for months