Face To Face
Request: Nope
Requested by: Nobody
Pairing: Dream x reader (sorta)
Warnings: Anxiety, if that counts
Word count: 5K+ (whoops)
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He was really doing it.
You couldn’t believe it.
“I can’t believe it,” you said, holding your phone up to your ear as you mindlessly ran your finger over the rim of your tea mug.
“I can’t either. I wasn’t nervous until a couple of days ago,” the voice on the other end told you.
You took a sip of your hot drink, humming, before resting your cup on your thigh again. “Are you sure that this is something you want to do? I mean,” you leaned your head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling, “you know that not everyone is going to be satisfied with, as weird as it sounds, your face.”
“Yeah.”
You could practically see the shrug.
“But people aren’t going to be happy if I don’t do it, and…” he trailed off, trying to gather his words. He let out a tiny huff. “I can’t make everyone happy. And besides, this gives me more opportunities to explore more things.”
“But Dream,” you leaned forward, resting your elbow on your extended legs, your feet resting on your coffee table. “Aren’t you worried about all the hate? You’ve received death threats just for your personality and game play. People’s expectations of you are astronomically large.”
“Oh, the hate doesn’t bother me,” he replied easily. “I think it’s funny more than anything.”
You paused, eyes going back and forth across your knees as you tried to think of an appropriate response. “It could get dangerous- that’s all I’m saying.” You sighed through your nose, closing your eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt in any way.”
“I know, and I appreciate that.”
You allowed a small smile to cross your face.
“So what about you? Do you ever think you’ll face reveal?”
You let out an “uh” noise, sitting back up on your couch and reclining again, tightening your grip on your warm mug. You looked down at it. “I…. don’t know,” you said shortly.
Dream chuckled. “Don’t want your followers to see your face?”
“I don’t think I could live up to the expectations.”
Dream hummed.
A comfortable silence fell over the phone.
“Do…….you want to see my face?”
You blinked in response, not quite believing what you just heard. “What?”
“Did you want to see my face? I already showed George and Karl. I was going to show Bad, but he’s busy with something. You moved up the list.”
“Clay…”
“You can cover your camera if you want. I don’t have to see you if you don’t want me to.”
You paused. “Honestly, I’m afraid to see you.” You set your mug on the coffee table, moving your feet to the couch and curling up, pulling a blanket over your legs as you listened to him talk.
“Afraid? We’ve been friends for years, why would you be afraid?”
“That’s exactly why,” you answered, finishing your adjustments on the blanket. “As much as I tried to avoid it, I’ve created expectations of what I imagine you to look like.” You tugged lightly at your hair with your free hand. “Besides, facetime has crappy internet, anyways.”
You tried not to let the silence on the other end of the phone worry you. Did you make a mistake? You were one of your best friend’s, and secret crush, first people he wanted to show his face to. Did you hurt his feelings?
You waved your hand in the air even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry, I should be honored, but-”
“No, you’re fine,” Dream assured. “Would you like to meet me in person, then? Come down to Florida and see me?”
You paused. “You mean like…face reveal to each other?”
“If you want. Your choice, obviously.” His voice grew a little lower in pitch, but louder, sounding slightly more strained. “I mean, I’m not gonna ask you to face reveal or anything,” he said quickly, “but if it would be easier for you… I would like you to see me.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest. He wants me to see him. He loves me- you quickly shook your head. That’s not what that means, dummy, you chided yourself. “I’ll…….give it some thought. I have to go stream right now, though.” You looked over at your clock. “I haven’t done a blessed thing all day,” you admitted with a forced laugh.
“Yeah, I haven’t really either. Unless you count showing my face to people, but most people do that every day, so…”
“Well… you’re not most people,” you said, grinning.
Dream laughed on the other end. “That is true. I’ll talk to you later, Y/n. I gotta go show my face to more people.”
“Alright. Have fun,” you said, bringing up your other hand to your phone as you prepared to hang up.
“I’ll try.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
You pulled your phone from your ear and pressed the ‘end call’ button. You tossed your head back, groaning, before bringing it forward to drag your hands along your face. Standing, you picked up the blanket that fell to the floor and tossed it back on the couch before walking over to your streaming room. You entered the familiar setup, looking at your f/c neon lights lining the dark walls. You didn’t used to have the lights, but you really loved the addition. It helped you focus.
You plopped down in your gaming seat, your gaze immediately finding your mask next to your keyboard, staring up at you with a lifeless expression. You pressed the power button on your laptop and picked up the mask while you waited for your computer to turn on. Your gaze raked over the black color and white half circles for happy eyes. You drug your fingers along the white sideways ‘D’ for a gin. The mask wasn’t circular like Dream’s, it was shaped like a theater mask, giving it a more angular look.
The blue light emitting from off your screen drew your attention to it. You lifted your gaze, looking up at your computer through your eyelashes. Pulling up Minecraft and setting up your stream, you pulled on your mask, looping the cord around the back of your head. You pressed record.
“Hey, guys!”
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You shut down your computer, pulling off your mask and setting it on the desk with a sigh. You ran a hand through your hair before standing, leaving the room and turning out the lights.
Pulling out your phone, you checked Youtube, seeing a few people already posting highlights from the stream you just finished. You walked into the kitchen, not even looking up from your phone, and saw a video titled “Karl reacts to Dream’s face reveal”. You swallowed a sudden lump in your throat. Setting the phone down on the counter, you moved to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of leftover chili and putting it in the microwave. Turning it on to reheat, you walked back over to your phone and stared down at the thumbnail.
Karl looked pleased.
Your finger hovered over it for a few moments before you finally tapped it.
The video opened with Karl showing his phone to the screen, allowing the viewers to see ‘Dream calling’ in the top. “I’m actually nervous,” Karl announced. The video cut to Karl looking down at his phone, clutching it with both hands. “Oh, shoot! What the heck?!” The video cut again to Karl smiling down at the phone. “You look like a baseball player, you scream like ‘baseball player’ to me.” He let out one of his small ‘Karl laughs’.
“I’m rocking like, a bit of a mullet,” you heard Dream’s voice say.
Karl laughed a little again. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he said, shaking his head, “but he’s running a mullet.” The video cut again. “Wait, I don’t know what I expected you to look like. You’re actually handsome- this is messed up.” He chuckled. “You’re not supposed to be attractive, Dream-”
You took in a sharp intake of air just as the timer went off. You turned your head, walking over to the microwave as you heard Dream say “look, I’m a normal guy, okay?”
You heard Karl laugh and start talking, but you were more focused on not dropping the hot bowl. Setting the dish on the counter and getting out a spoon, you heard Karl say something about tweeting before the video ended. You glanced over at your phone, staring at it for a moment before turning it off and eating in solitude.
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Your finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. Did you want your best friend and crush to see your face? Not really. Did you want to disappoint him by not letting him share something that he wants to with you? Definitely not.
You groaned, dropping your head. Your forehead hit the counter with a ‘thud’. Without lifting it, you pressed the ‘send’ button. You quickly turned your phone off, your anxiety rising. You shoved away your bowl of cereal, still hungry but not wanting to eat. Walking into the living room, you slightly adjusted the blanket that laid on the back of the couch. You dropped your hands to your hips, tapping the sides of your thighs as you let out a puff of breath from your mouth. You paced back and forth, your gaze darting back to your phone laying on the counter more often than you would’ve liked to admit.
Maybe sending that message was a bad idea.
You let out a small yell, tugging at your hair, before speed-walking back over to the counter. You picked your phone up, about to take it all back, when it buzzed.
You yelped, slapping it back on the counter, face down. Your eyes were wide, your left hand clenched at your chest. Your heartbeat picked up and you felt a little light headed.
You needed some water.
Rushing to the sink, you quickly poured yourself a cool glass of water and downed some before looking back at your device. Walking over hesitantly, you lifted it, opening the message.
It was him.
Dream.
You looked down at the text.
“great!” It said. “when do you want to fly over? here’s my address:”
You felt sick.
“I can catch the next flight, I guess?” you typed back, rocking from side to side. “I’ll have to look at flight times.” You paused, pursing your lips as you tapped the side of your phone. “How do we do this?”
You stared in anticipation at your phone for a few moments before letting out a breath.
Your phone dinged.
“sure! the sooner the better right? wdym?”
“Before I talk myself out of it,” you mumbled as you typed into your phone. “Okay. How do I get there? And do we have a plan for our reveals, or….?”
The reply was almost instant.
“Sapnap can pick you up if you’re cool with that. uhh, i don’t know. what’s most comfortable for you?”
You typed “not doing this at all” before erasing it and starting over. “That’s fine. We could both wear our masks and take them off at the same time?” You paced back and forth, looking down at your phone.
“sounds good! do you want it filmed or no?”
You paused, ceasing your pacing. Like…..to post? Or just to keep as a memory?
“To post online, or just to keep?” You asked.
“either. i was thinking about having Sapnap film it. we could keep it until you decided if you would ever do a face reveal or not, or we could post it and blur you out.”
You chewed your lip. You would never be able to see the reactions ever again if you didn’t film it. You sighed, mentally cursing your Youtube-focused brain. “We could film it, I guess.”
“awesome! i’ll let Sapnap know. keep me updated!”
You sent a ‘thumbs up’ emoji before sighing, moving to your streaming room to check your computer for flights.
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“Boarding flight.” You put your phone into your pocket once you saw the message go through, pulling up your hood and slipping on your sunglasses. The facemask you wore was one with Ranboo’s design. Climbing up the stairs, you looked down at your ticket for the 148,294 time, checking your seat number. You looked up, gaze scanning the cabin for your number.
Window seat.
Thank God.
You walked over, sliding in after putting your suitcases above your chair.
The two chairs next to you were empty.
You weren’t sure if that meant they weren’t going to be used, or if the people using them weren’t there yet.
You hoped the former.
A few minutes later, a woman with blonde hair and a dirty-blonde daughter, you assumed, sat in your row, the woman on the outside and the child between you.
You bit back a groan and looked out the window, trying to avoid interaction.
This was going to be a long flight.
“Excuse me, miss?”
You turned to the woman in your row and raised an eyebrow. You saw confusion and a little fear cross her features, but she kept her expression mostly neutral.
You couldn’t blame her. You definitely looked suspicious.
You caught a glimpse of a flight attendant behind the woman.
“Your ticket, please?” She asked.
“Oh,” you mumbled, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your ticket, handing it to the attendant. “Sorry.”
“That’s alright.” The attendant smiled. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said before walking away.
You looked ahead of you, about to look back out the window when the woman spoke again.
“Is this your first flight?” She asked cheerfully, holding a book open for her daughter to look at.
You looked at her out of the corner of your eye. “Yeah.”
The woman nodded. “I thought so. You look tense.”
You stiffened slightly, turning your head a little to see her better as you raised an eyebrow. Admittedly, it was a little hard with the sunglasses.
You had no idea how Ranboo lived like this for so long.
“Don’t worry, it’s completely safe.” She smiled over at you, turning the page of the children’s book.
You glanced down at it subtly, briefly noting a person standing next to a giant pumpkin, before looking back at the woman. “Have you flown before?” You asked, voice slightly strained.
“Many times. My husband works out of state, so me and Emma fly out to visit him when he’s gone longer than usual.”
You held back a small gasp. “I’m sorry.”
“It pays well,” she began before trailing off slightly. “It’s just hard to be without him for so long sometimes.”
Your gaze fell to your lap. “I bet,” you agreed quietly.
It was silent for a moment.
The loudspeaker sounded. “Attention, passengers. We will be playing a safety video before we take off. Please pay attention to the instructions given in case of an emergency.”
You let out a sharp breath, gripping the armrest on your right as the video began to play.
“Everything will be okay,” your bench-mate assured. “I’ve been on this flight more times than I can count. There’s never been any problems.”
You smiled. “Thanks.”
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“Arriving in Orlando, Florida directly,” the speaker announced.
You weren’t sure to be relieved that you’d be on solid ground soon, or terrified because you’d be meeting Dream. You were torn between letting out a breath of relief and gasping, so you just stopped breathing.
You only noticed once you were starting to become uncomfortable.
You let out a harsh breath before sucking one back in.
The woman laughed. “You’ll be okay.”
You looked over at her and nodded. Turning to your right to look out the window, you snapped a photo of the partially-visible runway below the clouds and sent it to Dream. You leaned forward in your seat as the plane’s wheels touched the ground.
The plane came to a stop and it was announced that people could leave the plane.
You stood in your seat, pulling down your luggage, being careful to not hit the sleeping girl in the head. You turned to the woman as she picked Emma up quietly, taking down their bags with one hand. “Thanks for your company.” You smiled. “I don’t think I would’ve gotten through the flight as well if you weren’t here.”
She smiled. “My pleasure, miss.”
You leaned over. “Let me help with your bags,” you said, picking two up and holding both of yours in your other hand.
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.”
“No, I insist. It’s the least I could do.”
“Well, alright.” She chuckled, picking up the other bag, and led you out of the plane. She walked inside the nearby building and stood over to the side, out of the way of everyone else coming in and moving around. “Thank you. My husband should pick us up in a little bit.”
“Alright. Have a nice stay,” you replied, putting her bags down next to her and walking away with a wave. You headed to the bathroom and checked your phone on the way.
1 new message.
“awesome! Sapnap left a while ago. he should be there soon!”
You slipped into the bathroom, using it and washing, before emerging. Finding a secluded spot, you swapped your sunglasses and face mask for your theater mask, waiting for Sapnap.
Somewhere between five and ten minutes later you saw a short man in a hoodie wandering around, a baseball cap atop his head.
You could see long brown hair sticking out from underneath it.
He did a full spin, allowing you to briefly see his poster that read “Y/n pickup” in black marker.
Did you call out to him? Did you wait for him to see you?
You picked up your bags, steeling yourself before you marched towards him. “Sapnap?” You asked quietly.
He turned around, looking over at you. “Yeah. Y/n, I assume?”
You could see him observing your mask before he looked at where the eyes were and smiled.
“Yeah,” you said.
He gestured to the side, bowing. “My car is this way, my lady.”
You normally would’ve laughed, but you couldn’t find it in you.
You were too stressed.
Sapnap kindly took your bags, putting them in the trunk before walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in. “You beat George here,” he said, starting the car.
“Lucky me,” you replied as the car pulled out and onto the road.
Sapnap glanced over at you briefly. “You aren’t excited?”
You paused, staring ahead of you. “I’m terrified,” you admitted.
He looked over at you, his expression shifting into one of sympathy and sadness. “You’ll be okay.”
You let out a tiny humorless chuckle. “I hope so.”
The car went silent for a few moments.
“How was the flight?”
“Eh.” You shrugged a shoulder. “It was okay. I probably looked like I was going to sell drugs, or something.”
Sapnap laughed and looked over at you. “Were you wearing your mask on the plane?”
“Not this one,” you said as the car turned a corner. “I had sunglasses and Ranboo’s facemask.”
Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have Ranboo’s mask?”
“No- sorry. I have one that I got from him. I didn’t like… take his only mask.”
“Oh, okay.” He chuckled. “That makes more sense.”
You smiled slightly. “How are you doing, Sapnap?”
He looked over at you, eyes wide as he let out a tiny chuckle. “What?”
“How have you been? You doin well?”
“Uh, yeah.” He smiled. “I’ve been great. Thanks.”
You nodded.
“Are you ready to meet Dream?”
Your heart skipped and your body tensed. “No.”
Sapnap hummed. “That’s a problem, cause we’re here.”
“What!?” You gripped the seatbelt with both hands. “I haven’t mentally prepared-!”
“It’s alright, I have to go get him, anyway,” Sapnap said calmly, turning off the car and unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Ah, don’t leave me!” You exclaimed, your hands shooting out and gripping his forearm.
Sapnap looked over at you in surprise. He blinked. “It’s okay. Just breathe. I’ll just go in and tell him you’re here. You can text him when you’re ready, okay?”
You paused before nodding, slowly releasing your hold on him.
Sapnap nodded back, smiling slightly and closed the door before walking away, disappearing from view.
You were having a coronary.
You slipped your hoodie off of you, being careful to avoid snagging the mask.
You were not used to Florida heat.
The anxiety probably didn’t help.
You reached your hand up to your mask, pulling down the visor and opening the mirror. Your hand gripped your mask, but you hesitated.
Did you want to know what you looked like? Would you be satisfied, or want to fix your hair or something?
Your heart raced.
You put your hand on the visor and lifted it, closing the mirror in the process of putting it back.
Well, you couldn’t wait forever. You climbed out of the car, closing the door and leaning against it as you texted Dream.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
You tapped your foot anxiously as you waited.
Voices steadily grew louder.
You heard a laugh.
Turning, you saw Sapnap leading Dream by the arm, the tall, masked man stumbling.
“Everything okay?” You questioned.
“He can’t see out of the mask,” Sapnap said, chuckling, holding up a camera with his free hand.
You glanced at it, your heart rate increasing. “That doesn’t seem efficient.”
“Oh, it’s not,” Dream replied.
It was weird to hear him in person. His voice sounded so solid and crisp. It was clear in a way that you’d never experienced before.
Sapnap let go of Dream, causing the 6’3 man to stop, reaching his hands out blindly.
“How do we want to do this?” You asked, eyeing his hands waving about.
“Back to back?” Sapnap suggested as Dream began turning, trying to feel for you. “Hold up, Dream,” Sapnap said.
Dream stopped, his hands dropping to his sides. “Where is she?” He questioned, moving his head around.
“I’m here, Clay,” you replied as Sapnap handed you the camera, which you noticed was already recording, as he moved Dream in place.
His back was facing you.
Sapnap took the camera back and gestured at Dream, holding up the device.
You took a deep breath. “This is so weird,” you mumbled, moving in to place your back against Dream’s larger frame.
“On the count of three?” Dream asked.
You paused. This was real. You were doing this. “Okay.”
“Sapnap, do you want to count down?” Dream asked.
“Do you want me to take your masks off for you, too?” He teased, backing up to get the shot he wanted.
You forced yourself to chuckle a little.
Sapnap’s voice rang through your ears. “One.”
You reached up with your left hand, gripping your mask.
“Two.”
You reached back blindly with your right hand, finding Dream’s left, as your heart raced.
He quickly responded, grabbing it and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You could feel rings.
“Three.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, turning to fully face Dream, still holding hands. You pulled your mask off, intentionally leaving it out to the side, blocking the camera’s view.
If you were going to end up posting this, you wanted Dream to be the first to see your face for certain.
You didn’t want any viewers to have the option to have seen your face as soon as you took off the mask, giving them the same treatment that you would have for your best friend.
You opened your eyes, staring up into green with your e/c ones. His eyes were beautiful.
The rest of him took you completely by surprise, though.
You were conscious enough to lower the mask so the audience, if any, could see your reactions.
His hair was brown and curly, indeed a mullet. His face was more rounded than you’d pictured, his features softer than you had imagined them to be. Your gaze raked over his light facial hair and lips before drifting down to the chain necklace he wore. You looked back up at his face.
His mouth was slightly parted.
You felt your face heat up, not used to being stared at. You lifted your mask again, holding it a little distance from your face, turning your head away.
Dream’s hand tightened around yours.
You brought the mask back down, looking over at him, face still red.
Dream grinned slightly before it fell. “I’m really nervous- what do you think?”
You blinked. “Of you?”
He glanced to the side briefly. “Yeah.”
You raised your left hand, still holding your mask, and covered your mouth with your wrist. “I feel bad- I didn’t have a big reaction.”
Dream let out a nervous laugh. “I know, you stressed me out.”
“Sorry.” You paused. “You’re not at all what I expected,” you admitted, gaze raking over his face.
“That seems to be the consensus.” He chuckled.
“You look like a normal person,” you said. Your eyes widened. “That sounded bad. You’re attractive, but you…” you trailed off, looking to the side as you tried to think of an appropriate way to say what you were thinking. “I dunno.”
He raised an eyebrow before tilting his head, eyes scanning you. “I don’t think I had an idea of what you looked like.”
“How?” You questioned, eyes widening slightly. “I literally tried to avoid having an idea of what you looked like, and it still didn’t work.”
Dream shrugged. “I don’t know.” He paused, opening his mouth to add on, but closed it again, eyebrows furrowing as his gaze lowered slightly. “I don’t know,” he repeated, looking over at you again.
You both fell silent.
You finally dropped his hand, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around him in a hug, burying your face in his chest.
A second or two passed before he hugged you back, his large hands finding place on your sides.
You took in a shaky breath, trying not to cry.
You were finally here.
You did it.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop its quivering. You were certain Dream could feel you shaking.
“Oh, don’t cry,” you heard Dream say softly, hugging you tighter.
You sniffled, wiping your nose with your arm before you pulled away, keeping your head down so he couldn’t see you. “Sorry.”
He chuckled a little. “Don’t worry about it.”
You looked up, seeing that his eyes were red.
No tears had fallen, but he looked like he was close.
“Uh, when do I stop recording?”
You both turned, seeing Sapnap still holding the camera.
Oh yeah.
That little detail.
You turned your head away, looking towards the house.
“She still has to meet Patches,” Dream said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, turning you back towards Sapnap and the camera subconsciously.
Sapnap open-mouth smiled. “Patchy!”
You tried to ignore the camera and gasped. “Patches!” You clapped your hands together. Focus on the cat, you told yourself. “Where’s Patches?” You looked around Dream’s chest towards the house.
Dream chuckled. “This way,” he said, turning and walking away, keeping his arm around you. He opened the door and released you to step inside. “Patches!” He called, looking around. “She’s around here somewhere.”
You looked over your shoulder as Sapnap closed the door behind the three of you, still looking into the camera.
“Patches!” Dream called again from the other room.
You heard him mumble something as you walked into the living room, seeing him bent over as he picked up his cat.
He turned around, holding the pet in his arms. “Here she is.” He ran his hand over her back.
You grinned, walking forward. “Hey, Patches,” you said softly, petting her ear. “Hey, kitty,” you whispered, grin growing as the cat closed her eyes, leaning into your touch. You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to contain your noises and emotions. You were vaguely aware of Sapnap moving to your right, filming you and Dream. “She’s so cute,” you said, looking up at Dream.
He was smiling affectionately. “Yeah, she is.”
“She can be a pain, though,” Sapnap piped up, nodding as you looked over at him. “She likes to chew on Dream’s mic and stuff.”
Dream chuckled. “Yeah, she does.” He looked back down at her before lifting her and kissing the top of her head.
“So I’ve heard,” you said, smiling as you watched the action.
“How long are you going to stay here?” Dream asked as he lowered his arms, letting Patches jump out and walk away.
You watched her leave before looking back up at Dream. “Uh, I don’t know. A couple weeks?”
“Your bags!” Sapnap exclaimed. He quickly shoved the camera in Dream’s hands before running back out of the building, unaware of Dream filming the entire thing.
You chuckled as you watched Sapnap’s shoes disappear from view. “I should probably go help him.”
“Eh.” Dream shrugged. “He doesn’t need help. He’s a fit guy.”
You smirked up at him. “Clay,” you scolded lightly.
He aimed the camera down at you and grinned. “Yes?”
Your eyes widened as you looked at the big black object. Placing your hand on it, you pushed it back towards the door just as Sapnap came back through with your luggage.
He was slightly out of breath. “Sorry,” he apologized quietly.
You chuckled quietly. “That’s alright, Sapnap.” You walked over, reaching down to pick them up. “Thank you.” You put them over to the side and pulled out your phone. “I guess I should look into motel prices.”
“Wait, what?”
You looked over at Dream. “Motels? Ya know. A place where I can stay?”
Dream and Sapnap looked at each other.
“We just assumed you’d be staying here,” Sapnap said, looking back at you.
“Yeah. We have a room all ready,” Dream added. “You can sleep in George’s room until he gets here.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And when he does get here? I’ll still be here by the time he arrives.”
Dream waved a hand dismissively. “He can sleep on the couch until you leave.”
Sapnap nodded enthusiastically at Dream’s comment as he turned back to face you. “There’s plenty of room.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you said, setting your mask down on your luggage bags and looking down at it.
“Oh, it’s no problem!” Dream assured.
“We want you to stay!” Sapnap agreed.
You lifted your head slightly to look over at them. “Well, if you’re sure…”
“Absolutely,” Dream said.
“Completely.”
“Well, okay then.”
“Perfect!” Dream walked over, picking up one of your bags as Sapnap picked up the other.
“Guys, I can carry my own stuff-” you were cut off by Dream shoving your mask towards you.
“There. You can carry that.”
You smiled, shaking your head.
Dream and Sapnap led you to your room, talking all the way about all of the fun stuff the three of you were going to do. They both put your bags down once they walked through the bedroom door.
“The bathroom’s that way,” Dream said, pointing.
“And the kitchen’s that way,” Sapnap grinned, pointing the other way.
You chuckled. “Both very important.”
“So, get set up and then we can just hang out the rest of the day,” Dream said, looking around the room before his gaze landed on you.
“Let’s order pizza for supper,” Sapnap said.
“We have to get through lunch, first,” you reminded, smiling.
“Oh, right. I’ll go get the stuff out.” Sapnap turned, walking out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.
You and Dream fell silent.
He finally looked over at you. “Well.” He grinned. “We did it.”
You smiled back. “We did it.”
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A/n: Guys, this was 21 pages in Google Docs. I may have a problem. XD
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