Jake x Dirk for Geo =v=
Sometimes when he stays the night, they pitch a tent made of blankets in the backyard, and Grandma brings them snacks and flashlights and enough comforters to drown in before settling in beside them and telling incredible stories that she swears are true. He always nods off before Dirk, even though he tries to stay up with him.
fanart of one of many wonderful ‘snapshot’ moments from early on in FATBAT. i love this fic a lot, and i really wish i could draw well enough to express this scene (and others) the way it felt to read :’)