One more day: 30 day oneshots

The vines hang from my heart

Ship: dreamnotfound

Prompt: cottage core au. George comes back from a trip and wants cuddles

Notes: of course we start with dnf.  Also dream has like the ability to manipulate plants like vines and shit. Also this one is kinda shit cause I wanted to make it cute and I haven't written in like a couple of months, anyway enjoy!

Word count: 884

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Exhausted, that's how George felt. He had been walking home for what felt like hours, why did they decide to live so far into the woods? His bag was filled with different goodies for the two, all of which were heavy as fuck, which is why he was slouching slightly. He also hadn't slept since he started the trek back home, which was just before the sun came up. It was now noon, the sun was boiling above him. So, exhausted, sore and boiling hot. Perfect.

His trip had taken longer than he thought, it was supposed to last a couple of days but instead lasted almost two weeks. All he wanted to do now was go home and cuddle with his partner. To go home and see the other waiting for him with open arms, his favourite meal on the cooker and calming music surrounding the two as they held eachover as if the world was ending. 

He missed his boyfriend, George decided. He missed his laugh, his smile, his eyes, everything. The way his arms and vines wrap around George, the way he gets excited over the littlest of things George does (even when he's seen them a thousand times), they way everything he does makes George smile and blush. He's the only one who could make George feel like that, to feel vulnerable yet safe, embarrassed yet happy, numb but emotional. He missed his boyfriend.

He was snapped from his thoughts by the familiar plants surrounding the ground Infront of him, he was almost home. He could see the sunlight from the compound in the distance. He could almost smell the tulips and poppies mixed with the wheat and veg they were growing. He was almost home. The thought pushed his exhaustion and soreness away as he started practically sprinting to the small house. To their small house.

George got past their garden and onto the front porch. He pressed gently against the vines which hung over the house and softly kissed one of the flowers growing on it, knowing his boyfriend could feel the presence. However the moment his hand retracted he was engulfed into a hug from behind, he knew exactly who it was. 

"Hi Gorgeous, how are you? " his boyfriend, dream, hummed. His chin was rested on the shorters head and his hands encased George's stomach, George could feel the others vines slowly wrap around his legs as he turned around to lightly peck the others lips. The vines kept him still as they basked in eachovers warmth. Though it was already hot enough outside and George was still very, very tired, so he gently pulled away from dream before he could pass out. 

"I'm better now you're here," George muttered.

"That was so sappy" the other smiled, my god was that smile amazing, "let's get you inside then," 

George was such a simp. His boyfriend was kind, caring AND called him cute stuff. Why can't I have this? I'm so fucking single iwannabecalledgorgeousisthattoomuchtoask?

Anyway; dream led the other into their cottage, using green vines to direct the half asleep man to their bedroom. "Would you like anything? Tea, hot chocolate?" He asked as the other subconsciously laid on their bed. Though instead of replying, George lifted the covers and looked at the other as if to say 'cuddles?'. Dream smiled yet again and got onto the bed, feeling the thin douve being put over him.

No words were spoken as the boys cuddled up together, the silence was calming to both of them. Their room was slightly dark due to the closed blinds but the sun still shone through the curtains, only enough so dream could see the relaxed face of his boyfriend. He wasn't complaining.

"You should probably take your bag off, can't really sleep with that on," dream whispered, trying to nudge the bag off.

"I can't sleep with you on," George muttered, obviously already half asleep, but still took the bag off and hearing it fall off the bed.

"That doesn't even make sense,"

"You dont make sense," 

"What?"

"Just cuddle me cimon"

Dream looked up at his partner, "now what does that mean?" He knew George spoke a couple of phrases in multiple different languages and loved to call dream different nicknames. Most of the time they were random pet names but dreams eyes still lit up in delight from the names.

"It's some Latin word, learned it on the trip," he stopped himself with a yawn and snuggled closer to dream, "it means sleepy or some shit,"

Dream placed a kiss on George's forehead before asking "why did you call me that though, I'm not that tired?"

"It's cause you names like... like dream and ya'know, dream=sleep or something." George was seriously struggling to stay awake, the warmth from dream and the past couple of days was catching up to him. Dream understood this, leaving a final kiss on the tip of his nose and started stroking the soft brown hair next to him. 

"Goodnight gorgeous,"