DNF • SMUT ~ FLUFF ~ ONE-SHOTS

Lost Cause {FLUFF}

This story was recommended by @lluvletter and I'm sorry to say this chapter might be just a little quick. I'll try my best to make it good but I won't promise anything.

Again from here on out I am taking any recommended stories that any of you might want to see! :)
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George opened his eyes, tired and covered in blankets.

He shot right up forgetting that he took a nap right after ending a stream.
George looked around his room. It was dark, and he was oddly sweaty.

He kicked the blankets off him, his feet met the floor and he made his way across his room to turn on the lights. He squeezed them shut when the light seemed to blast around the entire room.
George rubbed his eyes and groaned, stepping out of his room to go use the restroom. As he was about to grab the knob the door opened. George staggered back as Dream walked out.

"O-Oh hey. S-Sorry." George stuttered, looking up at his friend as best as he could.

"Oh! You're awake! I noticed you were sleeping when I went into your room earlier to give you some food. Are you still hungry? There's a plate for you downstairs." Dream smiled. George didn't, but he tried to crack one out.

"I'm not. Thanks anyway." George pushed past him and went into the bathroom. Closing the door on him before Dream could say anything else.

He listened for Dream's footsteps to walk away before he used the bathroom. When he walked out he decided he actually should eat something.
So he went downstairs, opening the fridge and saw the plate Dream talked about.
He grabbed it, throwing it into the microwave and waited. He zoned out, watching the light on the inside and the sound of low rumbling coming from the microwave.

Then George felt arms wrap around his waist. And a chin rested on his shoulder. George gasped, about to quickly whip around and hit whoever was hugging him from behind, but then,

"Shh. It's just me." Dream's voice rang into his ear. George's heart almost stopped and his eyes were still shot open wide.

"W-What- stop...why-" George stuttered, not knowing what to do.

"Come on. I've done this before, can't I hug you?" Dream asked.

George knew he was right. But be always does it so unexpectedly. It didn't make him uncomfortable but he never liked the odd feeling in his stomach he got when he did it.
So like always George grabbed Dream's hands and shoved them away from him.

"And like before I am going to ask you to stop. I'm trying to get some food so go away."

"Here. Let me help, I can-"

"NO! No. Just...back off fuckhead jeez." George didn't mean to be so aggressive but sometimes he felt he needed to with Dream's odd actions.

Dream went quiet as George took out his plate. Adding a few things he liked with it and looked over at Dream who didn't take his eyes off him.

"What now?" George asked.

"I like when you get flustered. That's why I hug you so much." Dream grinned.

"Yea right. I'm not flustered." George walked away over to the living room. He turned on the TV and dropped down onto the couch with his plate of food on his lap.

'Here we go again.' George thought as Dream plopped himself beside him.

"May I join you?"

"You already do this almost all the time so at this point why bother asking?" George gave him an annoyed side eye before going back to the screen.