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"mmm-"
                          
"aaah!"
                          
"dreammm!"
                          
the brunette turned to smack the blonde. "shut up!" 
                          
dream fell into a laughing fit, wheezing at george's flushed face.
                          
"can we please just look at the pictures?" george frowned, snatching the laptop away from dream's lap.
                          
"sure, sure," dream smiled breathlessly, leaning his head over george's as the brunette navigated to the pictures of himself.
                          
"hmm," george eyed the display of photos, taking in the pose and expressions on his face. "they're not that bad, i guess."
                          
"george, not that bad? really?" dream snorted. "they look amazing."
                          
"you think so?"
                          
the blonde laid a hand on top of george's hand that was resting on his lap. "i promise."
                          
the brunette's heart warmed at the blonde's praise, and he continued to pick out his favorites from the shoot. 
                          
once he had his own starred as favorites, he clicked on dream's folder to look at his photos as well.
                          
george clicked on the first one where dream had the flowers trailing down his side and his hand to his neck, his head tilted back.
                          
his breath hitched as he gazed at the photo. even though he saw it in real life, the way the camera captured it was truly extraordinary.
                          
"it looks pretty cool, niki did a good job with the flowers," dream remarked, squeezing the brunette's hand.
                          
"it looks more than cool," george huffed, skipping through the other pictures.
                          
"really? how would you describe it?"
                          
the brunette pursed his lips, closing his eyes as he thought of the right words to explain what he felt when he saw the image.
                          
"exquisite. or, rather, ethereal. the flowers set the mood nicely." george breathed, opening his eyes.
                          
he blonde raised his head from where it was laying on george's, bringing his hand to the brunette's chin to gaze up at the blonde.
                          
"i like that," dream smiled, running a careful thumb over the brunette's bottom lip.
                          
george swallowed hard, locking his gaze with dream's. "i do too."
                          
the blonde bit his inner lip, flicking his green stare from george's eyes to his lips.
                          
dream let go, grabbing the laptop from george's lap and clicking up a new tab. "let's get started, yeah?"
                          
george held back a sigh, rubbing his face to pull himself together. "yeah, sure."
                          
"what do you want the name to be? it could be anything," dream asked, pulling up a new instagram sign in.
                          
"ehm," george blinked, rubbing his neck. "george... something."
                          
"just george is not available," dream stated.
                          
"george is not found," george chuckled, leaning over to gaze at the screen.
                          
dream started typing quickly on the keyboard.
                          
"how about it? it's available!" the blonde grinned, pointing at the username.
                          
"georgenotfound. interesting," the brunette hummed with a nod.
                          
"perfect, then. georgenotfound is your new name."
                          
george gave another nod, yawning as he fell over onto dream's shoulder, closing his eyes as he grew more tired.
                          
"should've made the username georgenotwoke since you're always sleeping," dream retorted, settling his free hand down on the brunette's thigh.
                          
george muttered a hum in response, wiggling his leg to the side to allow dream's hand to slide further up, resting on his upper thigh.
                          
"hm," dream eyes the tired brunette on his shoulder. "going to sleep without even celebrating your new account?"
                          
george nodded his hand, curling his legs up to dream's body as he fully placed himself into a ball on the blonde's side.
                          
dream smiled softly, carefully moving the laptop off of his lap and pulling the brunette onto his lap, wrapping his larger arms around george's smaller figure.
                          
in the comfort and warmth of dream's arms, george closed his eyes, drifting off to nap after the long photo shoot.
                          
-
                          
"wake up, george!" dream shook the brunette's body, causing him to fall off of the couch he was napping on.
                          
"ow! wh-?" george squealed, bringing his hands to cover his face.
                          
dream leaned down, removing the brunette's hands from his face and sliding his hands under his shoulders to lift george to his feet. "c'mon, help me make dinner or something. i don't know how to cook and you do."
                          
"ugh, fine! give me a minute," george groaned, plopping back down on the cushions of the couch.
                          
"ehm, no," dream protested, gripping onto george's hand and dragging him into the kitchen.
                          
"dream!" the brunette hollered from behind the blonde who was pulling the boy away from the couch. "let me walk!"
                          
"no, because you're not going to, and you will go straight back to the couch like the lazy ass you are."
                          
"you can't even cook," george chuckled, ripping out of his grip and skipping over to the kitchen.
                          
"watch it," dream smiled, following behind as they stood at the over.
                          
"what are you trying to make?" george asked, looking around for a recipe.
                          
"...spaghetti."
                          
george raised his gaze. "seriously? the easiest dish ever?" he snorted.
                          
"shush! i just wanted you to help!" the blonde frowned, playfully pushing the brunette towards the pantry. "get the stuff we need."
                          
george stuck his tongue out before spinning to grab everything they needed to make spaghetti.
                          
once they began cooking, dream stayed glued to george's hip like a lost puppy, even when the brunette told him to go off and get something. instead of going alone, he would drag the boy with him.
                          
not to mention he was constantly teasing george.
                          
"dream, get your hands off of me, i'm trying to not burn us both!" 
                          
the blonde giggled, grabbing onto george's hips and pulling him away from the oven. he spun them around, pushing the small of george's back into the counter. "you don't even need to do anything now, though. it's just boiling."
                          
"i need you to focus, though, or we will never get this done," george huffed, attempting to push out of the blonde's grip.
                          
dream shook his head, attacking the smaller with short, wet kisses down his face and to his collarbones.
                          
george breathed, a giggle rising in his chest. "d-dream-"
                          
"mm, hush," the blonde hummed, kissing down george's exposed throat.
                          
the brunette tilted his head back, allowing the blonde more access as he gave in to dream's plan to forget about the cooking.
                          
"dream-" george breathed, running his hands up the blonde's shirt, tugging at the hem.
                          
the taller backed off, pointing at the boiling water.
                          
"your water is ready for the pasta, george. you gonna finish it?" dream asked with a cocked eyebrow and an unreadable expression.
                          
george shook his head, turning the knob for the stove off.
                          
"fuck the pasta," the brunette declared, bringing the blonde to his face and connecting their lips desperately.