Alys | she/her | Adult (30+)
Marine research technician spending all my free time screaming into the void and obsessing over ships an unhealthy amount. Not a themed blog though my hyperfixations make it seem that way sometimes.
Sometimes I translate stuff to practice my Japanese or recolor manga pages for fun. Mostly I just lurk here tho.
Written for @minecraftdog and anyone else who needs dnf fluff
Title from the song "Bruise" by Between Friends.
George was really on a roll for a while there. And he's proud of himself for it. He posted that happy ghast video, he streamed and got three new advancements, and he filmed two manhunt videos with Dream and Sapnap.
He can't remember the last time he accomplished this much in less than a week.
And then it just... stopped.
George doesn't know why, but he's desperate to get into that groove again and only one person can help him.
Hopefully he isn't busy. Dream has been on a roll lately too, what with getting back into the manhunt grind again. Although come to think of it, there's been a bit of a lull in Dream's activity the past few days.
George picks up his fidget pen and spins it a few times. He smiles when he thinks about the identical one in Dream's office (unless Sapnap stole it).
And then, for no reason whatsoever, he thinks of that one time earlier this year when he and Dream streamed that new game – Split Fiction. When Dream had pandered to chat about the two of them sleeping together for team synergy.
The memory tickles something in his chest. It feels like the flutter of a butterfly or some other such nonsense. He wants to ignore it because it's stupid, but it's already burrowed into his heart and made a home there.
So George pushes away from his desk, and with his pen still in his hand, opens the door and makes his way towards the stairs.
He reaches the top of the staircase the same time Dream touches the railing on the bottom. Dream has his pen in his hand too.
"Hey," Dream says, his face considerably brighter the moment their gazes meet.
George can feel it too.
"Hey," he replies, hand light in the railing as he takes the first three steps. The garland tickles his palm when he skips over it, but George doesn't mind. "Fancy meeting you here."
"We both live here, idiot," Dream's smile softens. He starts up the steps, two at a time with those stupid long legs of his.
Of course George has to walk faster, as if they're racing to the middle. He considers sliding down the banister, but Dream's mom put a lot of work into hanging the garland and he doesn't want to mess it up. His speed pays off though, and he all but pounces on the middle step, yelling "first!"
"I let you win, you know," Dream rolls his eyes.
George rolls his back. "Whatever it takes to help you sleep better at night."
"So," Dream says.
George looks up at him, and the proximity would be calming if it weren't for his heart rabbiting in his chest. "So," he says back.
There's a long pause, and George does his best to calm his heart. It's difficult though, what with Dream's eyes, and his easy smile, and his cologne – the good stuff from the green bottle – wafting off Dream's skin and making George's knees weak.
Dream is the one to break the silence – thank goodness for that.
"Taking a break from editing?" he asks. There's a deeper question in Dream's eyes, one that mirrors George's own troubles and frustrations.
George could call him out on it, but he chooses not to. Mostly because he's too tired to.
"I guess," he shrugs. "If I'm honest, I'm –"
"Having trouble staying motivated?" Dream finishes his thought. "Same. And I was thinking."
"Yeah?"
"About when we played Split Fiction, and I joked about us sleeping together for team synergy." Dream chuckles. "And I don't know, I guess I thought that maybe..."
George swallows, heart in his throat while Dream looks at him with what he calls his puppy dog eyes. Eyes that beg without a word.
And George wants to finish Dream's thought, but what if he's wrong? What if Dream laughs at him and walks away and never speaks to him again?
That's stupid though. George takes a deep breath, then opens his mouth to let the words free. "You wanna cuddle?"
A hint of pink colors Dream's cheeks, and it only deepens as his smile grows. "Yeah," he says. "If you're okay with it, that is."
George shrugs, but doesn't hide the soft smile tugging up the corners of his lips. "Can't hurt. Your room?"
"Actually, how about yours?" Dream suggests. "Patches got into mine yesterday and I haven't had a chance to vacuum yet."
"So thoughtful," George steps aside, and once Dream passes him climbs the stairs behind him.
"It smells nice in here," Dream says as he walks into George's room. "You lit that candle I got for you, didn't you?"
"Yeah," George squeezes past him, and his heart definitely doesn't skip a beat when their arms brush. It's odd, even though Dream's been in here before, there's something different now.
Almost like nerves, but Dream shouldn't have a reason to be nervous. They've hung out in here before. Granted, it's been a while, but that really shouldn't mean anything.
"How do you want to do this?" George asks, then flops onto the bed and rolls onto his side. He pays the mattress and grins, an attempt to ease any tension Dream might be feeling.
"Um," Dream takes a cautious step towards the bed, then eases himself onto it.
"Dream," George rolls his eyes, then reaches to grab the hem of Dream's shirt. "It's not that complex a decision. Facing each other, or spooning?"
"I guess the first one," Dream makes himself comfortable beside George and holds out his arm for George to lean against.
It doesn't take long for them to make themselves comfortable. Sure, it's a little awkward at first while they figure out the best way to hold each other without cutting off circulation to any important limbs.
But once they're settled, it's... nice.
George sighs as he lays his head on the little nook where Dream's chest and shoulder meet, and Dream wraps his arm around George's back, pulling him close, but not too close.
"Helping yet?" Dream whispers into his hair. "Are you feeling more motivated?"
"Not really," George yawns. "Too comfy. Kinda want to nap."
"Yeah," Dream yawns too, then chuckles a little. "Probably shouldn't have done this so late at night."
"Probably."
"I had this video idea," Dream mumbles.
"Hmm, what is it?" George replies, doing his best to fight off sleep that comes so much easier in Dream's arms.
"Minecraft but my boyfriend is a cat," Dream says.
"I suppose we could do that," George muses. "I mean we haven't done that yet and —"
Wait a minute.
Boyfriend??
Before George can sit up or turn around to ask Dream if he heard him correctly, George feels Dream's lips brush against his forehead to eliminate any doubt from his mind.
"Dream," George lifts his chin to look up into Dream's eyes, earnest and green before him.
"Only if you want to," he replies. "No pressure. But yeah," Dream gives him a lopsided smile, and damn it George can't help leaning in to kiss it off his lips.
A kiss that turns into two, then three, slow and tentative until George runs his fingers through Dream's hair to pull him closer.
He loses count after that.
Guess sharing a bed helps productivity after all, if you count kissing as being productive. Which George definitely does.
guess who worked on this instead of any of my already existing projects-
this has been on my mind ever since the figures + tsukis thread dropped sniff
even did some rough outfits...
see you in a couple months when the actual doujin drops jgklajsds
I think the worst part is that I don't even have the time to dwelve into the sangsoo + agares/metatron background plot I ended up thinking of jglkaldsjs
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