A Brief Inquiry Into (Real) Relationships

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Compared to the intense fear and anxiety from the days prior, the constant laughter in the house was not quite what he had expected.

Telling George was one thing; soft, tender, a moment the blond had thought long and hard about deep into the night afterward. Telling Sapnap was another moment he'd never forget, mainly because he knew that he'd never hear the end of it.

It was George who'd initially made a joke about the pair being together, temporarily forgetting the fiery brunet hadn't been made aware of the situation quite yet. Needless to say, Sapnap was ecstatic he had a shit ton of new material he could use to launch at the pair whenever necessary, and also extremely grateful Dream had been inconsiderate in the first place and not asked him if he wanted to come ("I would've made your ass fess up, there's no way I'd pretend to date you for an extended amount of time").

Since, the pair had started to throw around pet names with overly sweet tones and ask questions with lovey-dovey words only to fall into fits of giggles and laughter after answering. Dream's throat had a habit of tightening after each added name, every sentence drenched in honey, it all flooded to his head and sent him reeling.

"Dream if you use one more pet name within the next sentence I will not hesitate to hit you-"

The trio was in a fit of laughter, Dream and George on opposite ends of the same couch the blond confessed his whole mess too, while Sapnap was keeling over the smaller one adjacent. George's face was flushed pink, smile wide on his face as he held an extremely non-threatening pillow over the taller's head as he spoke.

"Aw, c'mon Snookums don't you think Mom'll be disappointed if-" Thwap.

Dream felt his chest hurt harder as he continued to laugh through the hit to his head. He hadn't even recognized the following small hits until he took one of his hands and grabbed the end of the pillow to tug away from the shorter.

" Dreamie , you can call me anything you want and unlike George, I won't hit you over the head," Sapnap mocked, voice whiny and stuttery through his own laughter at the scene. The pair had been going back and forth with the "couple talk" for a while, and in the midst, George had become increasingly annoyed with every sentence being more obnoxious than the last which had led to the red faces and continuously building laughs bouncing off the room's walls.

"Honestly, nothing I say will ever be as back as Sapnap saying ' Dreamie ' so you should be grateful honestly," George quipped, attempting to pull the pillow back to his own check and out of the blond's strong grip. "Give it back Dream!"

Dream only smirked at the struggle and used his other hand to aid him, before adding, "You hit me first! It's only fair I get revenge!"

The blond was admittedly surprised by the strength being exerted by his friend, brown eyes squeezed shut as he tried to pull the pillow to his chest and away from tugging hands. Although, whatever strength George was using was no match to the competitive nature rooted deep within Dream's system. The taller used almost all his might to force the object between them to his chest, his own eyes shutting tight only to feel himself fall back against the seat cushions, and the weight he was fighting off stay constant as a thud hit his chest.

Dream opened his eyes to see a deep shade of umber inches from him, hues of red and pink instantly flooding his freckled cheeks to match that of the milky ones now on top of him. Their hands were also centimeters from each other, and the blond needed to forcibly keep his eyes trained on George's to avoid staring at the very obvious differences between the brunet's delicate and spindly fingers and his own wide and warm hands.