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“It’s just dinner with my family, Dream.” Techno sighs, “There’s no need to get all dressed up.” Techno says, a fond smile gracing his face as he watches his boyfriend worry over his outfit and run fingers through his hair, trying to figure out untamed locks. He honestly doesn’t understand why the blonde is trying to have his best appearance, this isn’t the first time that Dream’s met his family, and they… Well they tolerate him, some like him more than others. But that’s definitely better than the first few times that Techno met Dream’s family.
That was an adventure on its own.
“I know, Tech, but this is the first time that I meet your family as your boyfriend.” Dream says, turning to look at Techno for the first time since the pinkette entered the room to quickly change.
“Would you rather me drop to my knee and propose, then you could be introduced as my fiance,” Techno jokes before sighing, getting off the bed and walking up to Dream, moving to brush his hand through his boyfriend’s hair, “You’ll be fine love. Plus it’s only dad, Wilbur, and Wil’s boyfriend tonight so you should be alright.”
“Wil has a boyfriend?”
“Apparently, I hadn’t heard about him until dad told me that he would be coming with Wil.” Techno shrugs, “I think your outfit looks fine, do you want me to brush through your hair so it’s not falling around your face the entire time?”
Dream nods, biting his lip, “Yes please.”
“Of course baby.” Techno smiles, kissing Dreams forehead before leading the blonde over to their bed, grabbing a hairbrush on the way. The two sit down with Dream’s back to Techno and the pinkette gets to work, deft fingers following the soft teeth of the brush smoothing out Dream’s normally messy hair. After it is smoothed out to Techno’s satisfaction, he moves to quickly style it. Luckily the golden locks are just long enough that they can be fit into most hairstyles that Techno knows how to do. He quickly grabs the chunks of hair near the front of Dream’s face and brings them to the back of his head, pulling them into a small man bun.
He would normally braid the strands before bringing them together, but he also doesn’t want to make things feel too fancy, especially because Dream almost never styles his hair, preferring to leave it down at every possible chance.
“Alright.” Techno says, patting Dream’s shoulder and standing up, “You ready to go?”
The blonde, in return, takes a deep breath and glances at himself in the mirror, “Yeah. I’m ready.” Techno nods and grabs his boyfriend’s hand, pulling the blonde out of their apartment, locking it and heading to their car. The pinkette hops in the driver’s seat and pulls away, heading down the road.
The hour drive is spent with Dream singing on the top of his lungs to whatever song decided to play on his playlist and Techno chuckling when the blonde’s voice cracks or he messes up a lyric, sometimes even singing along himself if he happens to know the lyrics (which he won’t admit just how much he knows from how often ream listens to this playlist).
They eventually pull up to the house, parking and quickly getting out of the car. They walk up the driveway until they are at the front door, knocking with two concise knocks to the old wood.
It doesn’t take long before Phil opens the door, welcoming the two with open arms and a warm smile, “Hey Techno! Is this your boyfriend?”
“You say that like you don’t know Dream, dad.” Techno chuckles, “But yes, Dream is my boyfriend.”
“Wonderful!” Phil cheers, pulling the two of them inside, “Wilbur and his boyfriend are on the way, and Wilbur said to just start eating without them, that it would take them a minute, so if you two want to take a seat at the table. What do you want to drink?” Phil informs them, moving aside to let the two in. They come inside, taking off their coats and shoes before padding softly inside to sit at the table. They tell him their drink orders and soon he comes in with them, placing the glasses on the table next to them, and they all reach to grab a serving once he sits down. Not much conversation fills the room, the three of them content with the comfortable silence that has filled the air.
Though Phil soon breaks it after taking a sip of his tea, “So how long have you two been together? Is this a new thing or has it been a thing for a while?”
“It’s uh… it’s been a thing for a while. We're about two years into our relationship so…” Techno says, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, a small blush tinting his cheeks a soft pink.
“Tha-” though before Phil can finish someone is knocking at the door and Phil quickly excuses himself, greeting someone quite happily just a few seconds later. It doesn’t take much waiting before three people enter the room, two of which are very familiar to Techno, and one of which being less so familiar to Techno and more so to Dream.
Wilbur and his boyfriend seat themselves, and Phil brings them their drink orders as they serve themselves. The atmosphere is tense, with Dream and Wilbur’s mysterious boyfriend staring each other down constantly.
“So,” Phil starts after he sits down, cutting through the awkward silence, “Wilbur, would you introduce us properly to your boyfriend, I can’t say I’ve ever met him before.”
Wilbur nods with a fond smile, “This is Quackity. We’ve been dating for a few months.”
“Oh really?” Phil smiles, “How did you meet?”
“I actually met him through Schlatt, the two of them also had a thing and were still friends. One of the times I went out with Schlatt, Quackity also came along with us and so I got to meet him and from there it’s just been history.”
“That’s nice.”
“Who knew Schlatt could actually do something good for you Wilbur.” Techno teases, knowing full well that he loves Schlatt just as much as his twin does. Wilbur smiles at the joke, not noticing how Techno’s arm softly moves to reach for Dream’s hand, interlocking his fingers with the blondes and squeezing, as if to calm his boyfriend down.
There's another lull in the conversation, though this one is much more awkward and tense than the one previously with just the three of them.
“What are you doing here Dream?” Quackity finally speaks up, talking very obviously through his teeth.
“Much like you,” Dream starts, clearly clenching his jaw, “I’m also here to have dinner with my boyfriend’s family.” Ensue the intense stare down.
“You two know each other?” Phil says, breaking the tension and praying that Dream, or Quackity, won’t just lunge over the table to attack each other. He knows that look after raising a bunch of boys who seemed to constantly be at each other’s throats, especially at dinner while they were upset at each other.
“Yeah,” Dream says, turning his attention to Phil with a tight--although seemingly more genuine before--smile, “He used to date some of my friends and the breakup was definitely less than pretty.”
“Oh please, Dream.” Quackity sighs, “Don’t even lie to yourself, we both know that you helped in that whole shitshow.”
“You literally fucking attacked me and called me unlovable, Quackity.” Dream says, his voice raising, though he shrinks into his seat a bit more when he feels Techno squeeze his hand again. This time, though, Dream can't help but smile a bit more as he feels Techno squeeze ‘Ily’ into his hand, which only makes him squeeze it back into Techno’s own. “You scared Karl and upset Sapnap, because, I don’t know if you know that, but people don't usually take too kindly to people saying shit like that to their best friend. And besides, that’s obviously been proven wrong, so honestly I don’t hold it against you.”
“Whatever Dream,” Quackity sighs, rolling his eyes and glancing at Wilbur and Phil, muttering something under his breath that makes Wilbur softly hit his arm and hiss something to him.
“Sorry, Phil,” Dream says with a soft smile, once again turning to the oldest, “May I excuse myself for a minute to calm down?”
“Of course Dream,” Phil says, watching as the only other blonde stands up and walks away, “Tech, you should go with him too.”
“Of course dad.” Techno says, standing up and walking away swiftly after his boyfriend.
Phil’s just glad that Dream excused himself before a fight broke out and he had to buy another goddamned table after the last time one of his son’s lunged at another person over it.
Fuck, why does he surround himself with violent people.
Phil needs a fuckin’ break, man.