polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

"what are you working on?"

i sit down on the table beside dream's laptop, glancing at it with curious eyes. now that the studio lights aren't on i don't have to squint anymore.

"editing your photos, of course," he responds, grinning slightly.
"can i see?"
"sure."

he turns it so that it faces me fully. on the screen is an editing program with way too many tools for my brain to comprehend.

"though you don't need to be photoshopped. you're perfect just the way you are," he compliments, "i'm only fixing the background and the lighting."
"so you're not gonna cover those hickeys?"
"obviously not. they're all pieces of art."

i blush, slapping his bicep with the back of my head and mumbling something intelligible. he only wheezes at my awkward reaction.

"i've gotten some great offers for these ones. it'll give us both a decent sum of money."
"cause you're such a great photographer," i point out.
"thank you for the compliment but, you're the one doing most of the work, sugar," he chuckles, "you're the star of every photo. i don't think my pictures of a plain white backdrop would sell the same."

"yeah yeah, shut up, i know you think i'm pretty," i mutter, rolling my eyes.
"you are. and not only according to me."

he wraps his arms around my waist, carefully pulling me down into the chair so that i'm straddling him. our foreheads touch, our noses rubbing together. i giggle at his affection, quickly getting lost in it.

"hi baby," he purrs, voice pitched up.

my cheeks are hot and i can't stop smiling. my whole body feels warm and jittery, like the love is too much to handle. i bury my pink face in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently when he relaxes.

"aww, you're so cute when you're flustered."
"mm.." i hum against his skin, embarrassed, "what if someone walked in on us now?"
"well we'd have a lot to explain," he jokes, "they don't have policies against dating coworkers here, right?"
"don't think so."
"then we can be open about it once i get hired."

i yawn, stretching my back while still staying in his lap.

"about that, how's it going? with you getting hired and stuff?"
"i think it's going well," he shrugs, "it just seems to be taking a while. they're probably doing background checks or something."
"i can't wait," i smile, observing him with adoration glazing my eyes.

"we already work together like every day, it won't be that big of a difference."
"yeah but, you'll be in office all the time instead of just during my shoots, and you'll have set hours-"
"i know, i know," he laughs, "it's just cute that you're so excited."
"of course i am. why would i not be excited about my boyfriend getting a job at my company?" i wonder.

he places a hand behind my head, leaning in to connect our lips. the kiss is short and sweet, like a small reminder that he loves me. i catch myself melting under his soft touch, as per usual.

"i like when you call me that," he whispers when we've pulled away.
"call you what?"
"your boyfriend. lets me know i'm really yours."

i tilt my head, taking in his every feature. i'm in awe still. in awe of his beauty, with those adorable freckles sprinkled on top.

"i love you," i giggle.
"i love you too," he replies, smirking, "you want me to show you how i edit? you seem bored anyway."
"sure."

he helps me turn around so that i'm sitting steadily on his lap, facing the desk. his left hand holds my waist while the right controls the mouse.

"so right now i'm working on upping the brightness to really make you pop in the final product," he explains.
"upping it more? it's already bright as fuck."
"yes, but not white enough. i need to get rid of the yellow tones to make it perfect."

"perfectionist, huh?" i huff, leaning back against his torso.
"but that's why i'm successful," he states, stealing a peck on my cheek.

i watch him mess around with colors and tools i don't even know the name of. details of the photo subtly change to enhance my presence. my angel wings almost glitter. the shy, careful look on my face adds to the innocence, the purity of the shot.

"how come you started liking me specifically?"
"well, i asked them to bring me someone special, and they definitely did. that part was all luck. and then the second i saw you, literally the second you walked in, i fell for your looks. i mean, come on, have you ever stood in front of a mirror?"

flattered, i snort, hiding my red face in my palms. dream takes his hands off the keyboard and pokes my sides just to annoy me. i almost forget that i'm extremely ticklish. fuck. my secret is exposed.

"aww, you're ticklish?" he mocks, "that's so sweet."

his fingers dance all over my stomach, making me twist and laugh like a little girl.

"d-dream! st-stop! oh my-"
"i'm just kidding," he wheezes, "i love hearing you laugh though."
"shut up, dummy," i pout, crossing my arms.
"woah, dummy? you're so mean george!"
"i know, i almost feel bad for you."

he boops my nose before replying.

"can i finish ranting about your appearance now?"
"i guess," i shrug.

"what i wanted to say is just that... you're fucking stunning. your body is flawless, your skin is so smooth and pretty. i love the contrast with your dark hair. and your eyes? don't even get me started. they're like melted chocolate if anything. i could drown in them. so so gorgeous.."

my heart flutters like crazy.

"i've never met anyone quite like you."

i try to speak, but my voice fails me.

"you don't need to say anything baby," he states reassuringly, hugging me a little tighter.
"just- thank you," i manage to push out, "you've made me gain a lot of my confidence back, for real."
"i'm glad i can help."

outside the rain has started pouring. oh, lovely fall, with your unpredictable weather and changing colors. i'm happy that i'm indoors, with dream heating me up. i'd stay in his arms until the end of times if i could. it feels like we're inseparable. but sadly, that's never the case. i drank too much water today.

"sorry to ruin the moment and everything but, i need to go to the bathroom real quick."
"alright, i'll be here when you get back."

i set my feet on the ground, sliding off of him. he saves the picture he finished editing and begins working on the other ones from the same shoot. as i walk past the backdrop where the camera is still set up, i hum a song from my childhood. my mind is filled with happy thoughts and cute ideas after this day. i haven't felt this giddy and energetic in a long time.

just as i grab the doorhandle to get out i hear an office chair squeak. dream has gotten up and is approaching me, black suitcase in hand.

"wait, before you leave.."
"what?"

he grips my shoulder, nervously making eye contact.

"can you do me a favor?"