polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

"i remember watching this movie as a kid and i just hated it."

i almost drop my popcorn on the floor.

"what? how could you hate lion king? you're a disgrace!"

he wheezes louder than ever before, pinching my cheek to annoy me more. i give him a death glare as i shove a handful of the snacks into my mouth.

"you're so cute when you're upset," he teases, kissing my temple a few times.
"no i'm not," i mutter, unable to keep the blush away from my face.
"d'awww, see? you become all flustered like this."

when he peppers me in kisses once more i can't even hold back the giggles. butterflies tickle my stomach and my lungs. i'm so in love. fuck.

his couch isn't the biggest, but three people could comfortably sit on it without touching each other. that doesn't mean we're taking advantage of the space though. i'm practically sitting on top of him, cuddling him to death. he's got his arms secured around my body, keeping me in place like i'm a toddler. his face stays nuzzled into my hair when he's not giving me random pecks.

"it's literally starting and you're not even focusing," i complain.
"i am focusing! you're just... distracting."

he winks at me like an idiot, making me roll my eyes and look away.

"you think you're so smooth."
"well clearly i'm doing something right, considering how easy it is to get into your pants," he smirks.
"dream-"
"we've talked about this honey, no more 'dream!'"

he's always so fucking smart, and it pisses me off, but in a romantic kind of way. when i first met him, i never could've guessed he'd act like this outside of work, outside of his professional persona. he's not nearly as serious or cold as he appears to be.

in fact, every day spent with him is unpredictable. it could start off being the shittiest day ever, then dream pops in out of nowhere and brightens it up until you're blinded. or he could turn what was supposed to be a cozy, calm movie night into an absolute circus. his jokes and creativity come steamrolling through. the clownery is endless.

but i think that's one of the things i love the most about him. not that i could choose one specific thing. what makes him so perfect in my eyes, is all his traits combined. literally god's gift to humanity. to me.

"ugh, can't we watch something else instead?" he whines, "this shit's like a double dose of rohypnol."
"you're clowning on my entire childhood right now," i pout, pretending to sob.
"wittle baby, haven't you grown out of diapers yet? poor thing-"
"dr- stop!"

his wheezing laugh is so contagious that i'm struggling to stay quiet. he radiates pure joy, and i'm happily bathing in it. i almost slip off of his lap when he pounds his fist against the armrest, struggling to breathe because of his own mockery.

"okay, it wasn't that funny dream."
"it was!" he snorts, "you should've seen the look on your face!"
"i just wanna watch lion king! leave me alone-"

the tv shuts off with a click.

"wh-"

dream's got the remote in his hand, finger on the power button. he evilly waves it over my head, smirking as i fail to reach it.

"turn it back on!" i exclaim, glaring at him with wild eyes.
"on one condition, sweetie," he declares, "that we watch brokeback mountain instead."
"oh my god, how gay are you?"

i groan loudly, falling back into his lap. there's no winning, ever.

"well, considering i fuck you regularly.."
"have you ever even dated a woman?"
"oh, plenty," he mumbles, sipping his wine.
"yeah? go on."

he brings me closer, petting my hair and sighing as he explains.

"most were only with me for my money or my looks, or because i could take them to high-end parties and shit. they'd get mad and whiny every single day, and all i had to do to make them shut up was push some cash in their faces. so shallow," he shrugs, "of course there were nice girls too. but i was damaged mentally from all those bad relationships so nothing held together in the end."

"i'm so sorry," i whisper.
"it's fine, i'm over it. and besides, now i've got you. you're nothing like those other bitches. you've like- you've taught me how to love again. properly. i feel safe with you."

i smile so much it hurts. the fact that i've changed his life makes me happier than anything else ever could.

"you're gonna kill me with your flattering," i giggle.
"it's true though."

he lifts my chin a little to peck my lips. it's short and sweet, but it still melts me.

"i love you so much," he breathes.
"i love you more," i shakily reply.
"impossible."

we kiss again. he tastes like fruity red wine. his hands are everywhere on my body. i can feel him grinning into it. my heart does flips inside my chest.

"so, brokeback mountain?"
"fine," i huff, sticking my tongue out at him.
"it's actually a really good movie, shut up."

i relax against him as he turns the tv back on. my left ear listens to the movie while my right listens to his heartbeat. it's rhythmical and soothing, almost like a lullaby. his fingers fiddle with my hair once again, his foot tapping against the wooden floor. he downs the rest of his glass before placing it down on the living room table.

"chill with the wine," i remind him, "that's like your fifth glass tonight."
"fifth? that's my second, dumbass," he retaliates.
"i know, i was kidding. but still, the movie's barely started yet and you're just chugging wine at this point."

our conversation dies down quickly after that. dream cuddles me for a while as we watch, but his foot tapping is only getting more intense. it annoys me who's trying to enjoy the moment.

"can you stop?" i whine.
"i need to pee, i'm sorry," he chuckles.
"you could've told me earlier."
"but you looked so peaceful in my lap, i didn't wanna disturb you."
"whatever, go piss now, pissbaby."

he looks at me like i've offended him greatly.

"excuse me? pissbaby?"
"deal with it," i taunt.
"woaah, gogy, those are big words for a little bottom like you."
"never call me that again."

i can't help but giggle as i let him stand up. he winks at me before scurrying off into the bathroom.

this is what it's supposed to feel like. the atmosphere is lighthearted and filled with stupid jokes and laughter. this is normality. the same normality that i've grown to love, the normality that i take pride in. i wish it would never have to end. i wish that we could stay here, in the same room together, forever. nothing could hurt us, or take our joy away.

it feels like everything will be alright. maybe not today, or tomorrow, but one day. one day it will be alright.