DNF Smut & Fluff

"7 Minutes in Heaven" but 7 minutes turns into 70

Bad and skeppy sat in a call together, it was late at night now, their call having gone for uncountable hours. They had just ended stream with George and Dream, and the whole three hours of it felt like a fever dream. Skeppy and Bad were a little shocked themselves, they hadn't seen this much flirting from the pair before.

"Those muffin heads, they are definitely in love with each other."

"Yeah, I dont think I've ever seen them that flirty with each other before. It was something..." Skeppy said, his head resting on the knuckles of his hand. "We should set them up. Make them see that they like each other."

Bad sighed, he pondered on the idea for a moment. "Y'know Skeppy, that's not a horrible idea."

"Yeah, maybe at my party tomorrow? You do know what they say about Halloween, it's the holiday of Love." Skeppy said with a thoughtful sigh.

"Geppy, that is not what they say, you muffin head." Bad deadpanned. Either the male was pretending to not get the joke or was truly oblivious to what his boyfriend was insinuating. Bad didn't dwell on the thought and continued scheming a plan. "I can deal with George and you can deal with Dream. Maybe by the end of the night, we can get them to confess how they feel."

"And if we're wrong about how they feel?" Skeppy asked, lifting his head from its resting place.

"We won't be, skeppy." Bad, the innocent man, was somehow able to muster an evil smile. Sometimes he could be truly evil when it came to love. Especially when two knuckleheaded lovebirds cant see that they are in love. Or at least, they can't admit it, not entirely. "There is no way we are wrong about this."

...

"Hey George," Dream said casually as his friend exited George's bedroom. They had just ended a three-hour-long stream and George and Dream both were exhausted. "Bad and Skeppy invited us to a Halloween party."

George plopped onto the other end of the couch. His head was thrown back on the sofa, his neck and back were aching from sitting in his chair all day. "Are we going?" George asked softly.

"I think we should. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" Dream said.

"Are Karl and Sapnap going?"

Dream chuckled, "Psh, please, as if we could pry them away from their bed. Ever since they moved in with each other they haven't wanted to leave home."

George smiled. "I'm happy they're happy. They've been pining for ages." George's smile turned sad, his eyes casting down to his fiddling hands. "Sometimes, I'm a little jealous of them. They have this awesome cute relationship and I'm alone." George looked up at Dream and realized what he said. "Okay, not alone, alone. I know I have you but it's different when you have a partner. Someone to hold and love, sometimes even with you, there are things that I cant do. There's a line between us because we're friends. I just want someone who's not completely surrounded by boundaries."

Dream watched him thoughtfully, Dream wanted to tell George that there didn't have to be a line. That George could cross any boundaries he pleased but the other part of him told him to shut his mouth. Because how could someone as perfect as George possibly love Dream back?

He couldn't. There was no chance that George loved Dream the way the blond did.

"I get that." Is what Dream really decided to say.

"Sometimes, I just want someone to hold me,"

'I want to hold you.' Dream thought.

"I want someone to love me,"