Dreamnotfound one shots

Sleepy

Fanart by tofu_starch on twitter

George and Dream had been watching a movie in their living room. Despite Dream being the one to pick the movie, he had fallen asleep halfway through. You'd think he'd be up to finish the show he begged to watch, but no. He was passed out on top of George.
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George was laying along the couch so that his head was resting on a pillow. The pillow was on the armrests of the coach.
Dream then rested his head just under George's chin. Arms open, almost like an awaiting hug, but face first on George. Their legs intertwined, and heartbeats matched.

George pulled up a black blanket that was at dreams feet, so it was now covering their lower bodies.
It was cold, even being that their in Florida. But nonetheless, the black thick wool and polyester kept the two warm and cozy.

George turned so he could watch the rest of the movie, and decided to let dream get some well deserved rest.
As time went on, Dream had not moved a muscle. He was completely dead; Passed out in the world of dreams itself.

Every time the brunette moved, Dream would subconsciously grab onto to him. He found it terribly endearing. He'd also softly groan, or snuggle his face into George's chest more.

Sure, it was odd that dream was the sub for once, but George didn't mind. He was glad His boyfriend was finally comfortable to fall asleep on him. And apart of him wanted to always keep that trust. Especially since he was most vulnerable when sleeping.
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The sun had set Long ago, and the movie was almost over. It was the time where the characters had finally figured out a solution to the plot.

Dream was still sleeping, but had his head turned to the side more.
George watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered when he was dreaming.

Just then, the blonde began to sleep talk. It was really quiet, and George had to lean his head down to hear.

Most of it wasn't audible, but he still enjoyed listening to dream babble. It was cute.
For whatever reason, he just kept looking at him. It was an adorable sight.
You'd stare too.

As seconds turned to a minute, a minute to two, then three, George focused Back onto the tv screen.

The semi predictable movie was coming to an end, and George really didn't want to wake dream up. He deserved to sleep awhile.

Just as the Brit turned on a random Netflix movie on, he felt dream shuffle a bit. When he looked down, the man on him was still just sleeping. Letting out few snores and incoherent babbles every now and then.

As George was swooning over dream, a bit of drool fell from dreams open mouth, onto his shirt. It wasn't enough to be gross, but enough to realize dream was literally acting like a baby.

Not that anyone was complaining thorough. George loved babying dream, and dream never let him. So now was his really only chance.

He wiped the slight amount of saliva from his boyfriends chin with the back of his hand. Then wiping his hand on something random.

The action caused Dream to stir, and open his green eyes momentarily.

"You're awake now?" George cooed playfully.
"Mmmm..." Dream groaned almost drifting to sleep again.
"You're cute when you're tired~"
When dream didn't answer, George closer and softly spoke.
"You were even drooling" he giggled while dreams eyes shot open.

"What..? No."
"Look at my shirt doofus"

Dream glanced down to where his head once was. And sure enough, there was slight wet spot.

He flushed pink and hid his face on his boyfriend.
He didn't enjoy the thought of George thinking he was 'cute'
But alas, he'd worry about the minor embarrassment later.

George ran his finger down dreams nose out it boredom. Starting from in between his eyebrows, going to end of his nose at the point it curves up. He'd never let George do this to him. But it felt so nice.

He was understanding how much George loved being babied by him. It was the most relaxing feeling. Pure love and no stressful thoughts.

George noticed Dream practically turn to puddy when he did this, so he continued stroking his freckled nose.

Within a minute dreams eyes fluttered closed and he was gone again.
Back into the calm work of sleep and comfort.
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