just wait til you find out i re edited and made the kiss scene 100% better. + better descriptions:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40654188
{The Letterman Jacket} Dreamnotfound
summary: I got this idea from this tweet, all credits go to the original poster. I also added my own twist to it <3
trigger warnings: I think swearing? I honestly can't remember, I edited this at 2 in the morning
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George left his house in a rush. Every morning he always slept in, no matter how many alarms he set to wake him up. This morning he was lucky that he left his blinds open the night before, otherwise the sun would have never gotten him up.
He rushed out the door without a second thought. His hair was left unbrushed and he wore his decent looking pajamas. He ran outside and sighed, realizing that he would have barely enough time to make it to school. If he sped walk and ran across some crosswalks, he should get there right as the bell rang.
George must’ve been really good at math because the bell rang a second after he set his backpack down on the ground, leaning up against his chair. He took a minute just to breathe, it's been a while since he had to run most of the way to school.
The teacher was still getting the lesson set up and allowed the class to talk for a few minutes. George took the time to prop up his phone and do his best to fix his hair. You could tell by the way he looked that he didn't attempt to get ready today. .
He felt the eyes of his assigned table partner, Dream, on his body, fixated on his movements. He tried to ignore him at first, but Dream started to tap his finger against the table to get his attention.
“Can I help you?” George asked the boy next to him.
Dream pretended like he didn't know what George was talking about, “Hm? What did you say?”
George huffed out, “I can feel you staring at me. Quit it out…it's weird.”
“I’m not trying to stare!” Dream exclaimed. “You just had your arms all over the place and it was hard to focus on anything else.”
George rolled his eyes and finished up fixing his hair. He reflected on his morning with a shiver, realizing that it wasn't cold enough outside for the heat to kick in the school. The classroom was freezing and the thought of the heat never gonna start made him shiver and discreetly rub his triceps, trying to warm up.
“Cold?” Dream asked.
George nodded, “I-I was running late…again. I didn't think to grab a jacket so I just have this black short sleeve that I slept in. I didn't think the room would be this cold.”
Dream leaned forward in his chair and shrugged his jacket off. He folded it nice and neat before offering it to George, “I have a sweatshirt underneath my letterman jacket. You can take the jacket if you’d like. Maybe it will get you warmed up enough to last the day?”
George pushed the jacket back at him, “It’s friday, aren't you supposed to wear that to spread awareness for the game?”
“My presence alone reminds people of the game. You don't see many 6’3, hot, all-star receivers on the team besides me don’t you?” Dream bloated. “You can just give it back to me at the end of class.”
“I don't ever go to the games,” George answered. “I prefer to stay at home, away from the people.”
Dream offered his jacket again, “Take the jacket, George. You’re gonna be cold all class and then you’re not gonna focus and keep shivering and then I won’t focus. It's for the better of our education if you wear it.”
George thought about it for a second; Dream was right, if he never warmed up, then he wouldn't focus and he needed this class to graduate. “Fine,” George took the jacket from Dream’s hands and slipped it on. It was big on his smaller frame, but warm nonetheless, “Thank you. This is very thoughtful of you.”
“You’re welcome, George.”
George putting on the jacket might have been more distracting than being cold. This was his first time ever wearing someone else’s jacket and made him feel fuzzy on the inside. Which was weird to him because it was Dream’s. Dream was just an asshole, stuck up football star that only was popular for his looks. George never thought much of him besides when they needed to discuss a chapter or two of the reading assignment…until now.
The longer George wore Dream’s jacket, the more it grew on him. George started to love wearing the jacket; It brought a sense of security and warmth to him, which he had never felt before in the school.
Class went on and George found himself snuggling into the jacket. He had his hands in the sleeves, making paws and hugged himself. Dream was right, it was way better than being cold.
George looked at the time as the teacher wrapped up the lesson, one minute til the bell rang. He packed away his notebook, pen, and reading book. Just as he was about to give Dream his jacket back, the bell rang. George looked over to Dream, who was already up and walking out the door.
“Wait!” George called, running out the door. A few feet ahead he saw Dream talking with some other boys from the football team. He decided against interrupting their conversation. It would've been awkward and Dream, the star of the football team, probably wouldn't want to explain why he gave some boy his jacket to wear.
George continued to his next class. He planned on giving it back during the next passing period, or at least by the end of the day. His next class was a science class. The teacher was giving a lecture on genetics, but George noticed that everyone seemed to be whispering. He pushed it to the back of his mind and played it off as the lesson not making sense, but he soon realized that they weren't listening at all to the lesson.
Everyone was whispering to each other while looking at him, some even pointed. He sunk down in his chair a little bit, confused. He did his best to pay attention to the lesson and went back to hugging himself with the jacket…
…the jacket. He never took off Dream’s jacket. He was so warm and comfortable in it that he forgot to take it off and hide it in his backpack. George felt the girl behind him tap his shoulder.
“What?” He turned around and accidentally snapped at her.
Ignoring how hostile George was, she asked, “Are you dating Dream?”
He shook his head violently, “What? No! Of course I’m not! Why would you think that?”
Her table partner leaned in and answered, “Well you’re wearing his jacket. We all thought you might have started dating him…or decided to be open?”
George shook his head, “How did you know it was his jacket?”
“It has his last name on the back, Taken?” She answered. “All the boys have their last name on the back.”
“God damn it!” George cursed under his breath and whipped the jacket off, setting it on the ground next to him.
George didn't put it back on for the rest of the day. He hoped that only his class would notice and not say anything, but it was clear by the end of the day that everyone knew that he had Dream’s jacket. George tried to catch Dream in the hallway, but he must’ve been embarrassed because he walked the other direction or turned down the opposite hall.
He ended up taking the jacket home. He just could never catch Dream. Not knowing what to do, he called his only friend, Wilbur.
Wilbur was quick to answer, “Dream Taken huh?”
George sighed, “It’s not what it looks like!”
“You know, I had a feeling that you would call.”
“Let me explain,” George started. “I was late this morning-”
“-Like every morning.”
“And I didn't bring a sweatshirt to school and I was shivering and it was distracting both of us first hour so he offered it to me to wear for the class but he must’ve forgotten and I didn't take it off for the next class and now everyone thinks we’re dating! I have answered so many questions today, Wilbur! I didn't think I would ever get this popular!”
“Why did you forget to take it off, George?”
“W-What?”
“You kept it on for a reason didn't you?” Wilbur asked. “If you hated wearing it then you would have taken off, but you didn't. Do you have a thing for Dream?”
George flopped back on his bed and combed his hand through his hair, “I didn't think I did but… Dream was always this annoying football kid to me. Today he showed me kindness and that he cared and… and I noticed his beauty. He’s so handsome, Wil. I never thought about it till today. His frame is the perfect size, his muscles bulge out but don't take over his body, his hair perfectly falls over his eyes, and now that I think of it- he has the softest hands.”
“He’s an asshole, George,” Wilbur reminded him. “A narcissistic asshole.”
“Wilbur, can I be honest? I don't think he is,” George admitted. “I think he just puts on that persona because he’s an all-star. He never gets the chance to relax and be soft with people, but he was with me today. I’m… I’m attracted to him.”
“After one day?” Wilbur questioned. “You wore his jacket and- do you have the jacket on now?”
George sighed looking down at himself, shamelessly wearing Dream’s jacket, “Yea… I wore it for the walk home. It’s cold out.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“No…” George answered faintly, Wilbur could barely hear it.
“You know I support you, yea?” Wilbur answered. “If you wanna go after Dream, then I’ll be here for you. I just think you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“Thank you,” George replied. “How am I gonna get this jacket back to him? I can't do it during school with everyone watching and I work this weekend…”
“Do it after his game,” Wilbur suggested. “Get him to meet you behind the bleachers or somewhere secret and no one has to know.”
“Will you go with me?” He asked. “I’ve never been to a game before.”
Wilbur sighed, “I would if I could, George. But I have to play in the band so I’ll be on the sidelines all game. I’ll be there though, just not with you.”
George sighed and ended the call. The only way he was gonna give this jacket back was to go to that game alone. He looked at the time. He had a good three hours before the game started. He knew he had to get there earlier to catch Dream and talk to him.
George laid into the jacket, breathing into it.
Dream smells so good! He smells like home and heaven rolled into one!
He kept the jacket on the entire time getting ready. He grew an emotional attachment to it. Without it on, he felt naked and exposed. He decided that it didn't hurt to wear it at home where no one would know.
He checked himself in the mirror one last time; this was the first time he has ever cared about what he looks like going out. The closer the time got to leaving, the more anxious he felt. This small exchange was a huge deal to him.
He played out multiple scenarios in his head. He really hoped that he didn't hurt or offend Dream by wearing it to class. Dream probably didn't want to see him and burn the jacket all together.
He disregarded these thoughts on his walk to the stadium. Dream would never react that way, at least not with him. The more he thought about it, the more he theorized that Dream left class early on purpose. He had a feeling that Dream wanted him to have the jacket. But at the same time, maybe he never meant for people to see George wear the jacket.
He lost his train of thought when he could see the stadium in the distance. He slipped the jacket off and held it in his hands. There would be nothing more embarrassing than walking into the stadium wearing it.
He paid for his ticket and walked inside, overcome with different sensations. To the right of him was the smell of fresh hotdogs from concessions. He heard a teacher yelling in the distance about a raffle going on. The band was warming up under the bleachers.
The bleachers themselves were filled. George didn't realize that they were playing his school’s rival team tonight. All of the bleachers were filled with students, teachers, families, and some people from the community. It was so packed that people had to stand in the aisles.
George was not about to go sit next to some random families and especially not with his peers after today’s commotion. He decided to wait by the fence gate to the track field that was wrapped around the football field. George got there earlier than he thought, there were only coaches, waterboys, and referees on the field.
He held the jacket in his right arm and his phone in his left. He was gonna text Wilbur about how nervous he was and how he wanted to back out, but he remembered that Wilbur would never see it anyways.
He sighed and leaned against the cold, steel fence. As the sun went down, the air only got colder and a light breeze danced over the bleachers. George again, was freezing, but he learned from his mistakes and kept the jacket in his hands.
The ground started to vibrate underneath him. He looked back and saw the football boys running out onto the field. He backed away a few feet and looked for Dream. Dream was near the end of the boys, running along with the flag holders.
Just as he was about to pass George, he slowed down and locked eyes with him. “George!” Dream quickly stopped and took the jacket from George’s hands and unfolded it. “What are you doing without a jacket again! It's even colder than it was this morning and it's gonna keep getting colder!” Dream didn't let George move as he placed his jacket around his shoulders and made sure that it made a warm, protective blanket around him, “Keep this on! You’re gonna freeze to death if you don’t! I’ll come find you after the game okay?”
Dream smiled and waved at George as he ran off to catch up on warm-ups. George wanted to stop him and tell him that he needed to take the jacket so that he could go home, but that smile put George in a trance. It was the most beautiful smile that he has ever seen and he wanted to see more of it. The only way to do that was to stay. So George stayed right by the fence like Dream wanted him too.
George understood a little about football, the basics and stuff that Dream would try telling him about. At first, George had no reaction to the game and it was more that he was waiting for the game to be over; however, the more the game went on, and the more the crowd grew louder, and closer the game got, George felt himself getting excited for the game. He discovered this underlying passion to support the team. But it really wasn't the team; He wanted to support Dream. George would only cheer when Dream did something good, like catch the ball or run really fast.
Everytime that Dream made a touchdown, he would celebrate with his teammates and then lock eyes with George. With everytime he looked over, he held the contact a little longer. It was hard for George to see Dream’s smile from so far away, but he could feel it. He felt the warmth and happiness that Dream gave him even when Dream wasn't near him.
When the team’s defense was playing, Dream was on the bench either talking with coaches or getting water. Everytime he got water, he was never focused on the game. Instead, he stared at George and took in the pretty boy in front of him. He loved watching George slowly get more into the game and the sparkle in his eyes as it went on. If Dream was lucky enough, George would look over at him and they would give little waves to each other and spoke through hand signals that only they could understand.
George proudly wore the jacket over his shoulders, not daring to fix it from where Dream placed it on him. That was George’s validation. Dream wanted George to wear his jacket and he didn't care who saw. All he cared about was George staying warm and feeling good, and it showed.
The game came down to the final seconds. Dream’s team was down by one point on fourth down with just enough time to get a play in. The teams went back and forth calling timeouts, trying to organize the perfect plan to win. There was a solid forty yards that Dream’s team needed to get a touchdown and win the game, the play had to be the perfect play.
Dream lined up on the yard line, getting as far forward as he could without passing it and causing a flag. He anxiously rubbed his hands together, going through the play one last time in his head. He looked over at George who instanously calmed his nerves with a simple thumbs up and a faint “you got this.”
The second the football was tossed back to the quarterback, Dream took off, directly to the right and ran down the line. He realized that the defence had staked their players on him in layers and that he would immediately get tackled if he went forward with the coaches plan. He ran back towards the quarterback, “Sapnap! Ball! Ball! Ball!”
Sapnap and Dream have been secretly working on this play for weeks. In case they ever got into a situation like this exact one, they knew what to do. Sapnap listened to Dream’s voice get closer and closer. At the right time, he tossed the football up and behind him without looking, causing the crowd to gasp. The crowd, including George, went crazy as Dream ran out from nowhere and caught the ball in the air and immediately tossed it to the middle of the field, where Sapnap was completely open. Dream threw the ball a little short, but Sapnap reached out and grabbed it with one hand before it slipped away. Dream sprinted up the left side of the field and only looked at Sapnap, who was directing him on where to go. Sapnap brought his arm and the ball to his ear and launched the ball in the opposite direction of where Dream was going, just like they had practiced. Dream did a v-cut, turning in the direction of the ball, leaving his opponents behind him and caught the ball in the endzone.
Touchdown
The entirety of Dream’s team sprinted out on the field as Dream and Sapnap celebrated the success of their play and the big win of the night. The team huddled around Dream and Sapnap, but Dream managed to break away from the group. The team let him be and continued to celebrate with their all-star quarterback.
Meanwhile, Dream was jogging towards George, discarding his helmet and gloves, and hopped over the fence, collapsing in George’s arms. Dream was breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath from the amazing play. Dream has never run that fast before and it was all from the adrenaline. Dream engulfed George in a tight hug, maybe even too tight, but George didn't care. George returned Dream’s energetic and sweaty hug with as much energy as he could.
“That was amazing, Dream!” George yelled through the crowd. “I’m so proud of you!”
Dream still had adrenaline rushing through his veins and acted on it. He grabbed the back of the collar of his jacket, which George was still wrapped in, and yanked it forward, colliding his lips with George’s in an unexpected rush of passion.
George did his best to kiss Dream back with the same amount of passion, but he was too surprised and smily to kiss Dream back the way he wanted to. Dream quickly pulled away and kept his hands on George’s shoulder, “Damn you look so fucking good in that!”
“T-thank you!” George stuttered out, his mind still cloudy from the kiss.
“I have to go to the team meeting, don't you dare move!” Dream impulsively laid a quick peck on George’s lips before running away, “And don't you dare take that jacket off!”
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