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There’s been this question at the back of Sapnap’s mind, poking and prodding every moment of the day. It’s a quiet urge, only every rearing its head now and then.
Its persistence is enough for Sapnap to finally yield to its desires; for him to finally ask something. He leaves his room, leaving a gap between his door and doorframe, giving Patches the chance to leave the room.
Sapnap walks around the house, looking for Dream to answer his question. He finally sees the man flipping through t.v. channels. The blond is wearing Sapnap’s pride hoodie, paired with grey sweatpants.
Dream acknowledges his presence with a small nod, offering a soft smile. Sapnap makes his way to him, sitting down on the other side of the couch.
Dream opens his mouth - probably to ask what he wants to watch Sapnap muses. The brunet cuts him off, impatient to know the answer to his stupid question.
“Dream?”
“Yeah, Sapnap?”
“How do you know if you’re in love? Like what does it feel like? You’re the only one that I know who’s been in love.”
“Oh. Okay.
Love is, well, love is this warm feeling you get whenever you see them.
It’s soft and gentle, wrapping you in it’s safe embrace.
Love is never leaving their side, staying with them through thick and thin, through all of their triumphs and failures.
It is always lending a shoulder to cry on, giving them space when needed and wiping away tears.
Love is that quiet light in the chaos of your mind, reminding you that not always is the world bad.
It’s the moment where you feel unstoppable when they’re by your side.
Love is the sacrifice you make in order for them to be happy.
It’s the blood you shed to protect them, the bruises you bear.
Love is the small things, passed chocolate and sweet notes in lunch boxes.
Love is the kisses shared, claiming each other as your own.
It’s gentle touches, leaving chills in their wake.
It’s the hours and hours of calls, sitting in silence, just happy that you’re in their presence.
Love is the stained sky; reds, oranges, blues, purples, and pinks spread with childlike wonder.
It’s the stones knocking against your window at two in the morning, when they want to get a frosty at Wendy’s.
It’s the fireworks in your chest and butterflies in your stomach when they hold your hand.
Love is the gentle words of affirmation and reassurance, drawing circles on your back.
It’s the whispered promises that only the rain knows, the hushed words at sunrise.”
Dream takes a deep breath, cheeks flushed from his tangent. Sapnap waits to see if the man will continue, silence filling the void. Patches jumping between the two, purring quietly as she kneads the cushion.
And then the blond speaks, voice lighter than before, practically whispering. It almost seems as if he’s sharing a secret that no one but the stars have heard of.
“But love is so much more than just words or gestures. It’s more than the time spent together or the memories shared. Love is infinite; lasting for eternity, never faltering. Shared between millions upon millions of people, making the strongest of bonds. It changes between partners and relationships, but it’s there. It’s constant, always hiding in the corner of your heart.
Sapnap, it changes; it may feel different for me than for you. But remember one thing:
Love is me and love is you.”
Dream finishes, scarlet spreading across his cheeks, ducking his head down and refusing to meet Sapnap’s eyes.
Sapnap just stares and stares at his friend. The words wrapped with the utmost care, protecting its fragility, its vulnerability.
And he’s never seen someone this vulnerable before.
Confession and secrets spilled, open to the air surrounding them. Words still echoing in Sapnap’s ears, sentences wrapping around him, holding both of them in an embrace.
Time seems to slow, all that matters now is Dream.
His best friend of years, the person he goes to for comfort. The man he left his life, his family for. Sapnap had dropped everything at the chance to finally live with the blond. There was no way in hell that anyone could truly justify that as platonic.
Driving over state lines and through countless cities and towns to live with Dream. Neither of them knew what would happen, what every Skype call, Bedwars game, and Twitch stream would lead to.
Every minute of their fucking career, their friendship, had lead to this. To the moment when someone would finally break and shatter the thin wall keeping the two apart. Glass flying from every direction, thoughts and feelings no longer kept hidden under a mask.
It all happened due to a few messages sent in the chat of a Minecraft server.
A fucking Minecraft server.
That was the butterfly, the catalyst to the cascading emotions whirling in Sapnap’s mind. Shock is shown on his face, disbelief at the chance suddenly laid at his feet. It feels like the sky has caved in, like only Atlas is holding it from crushing the two.
And Sapnap may not be Orpheus, Perseus, or Achilles, but he knows a thing or two about mythology. How rarely do heroes ever have a happy ending, almost always having their story end in tragedy. How the happy moments, the life-saving chances are ignored and forgotten until it’s too late. Always focusing on the next big thing, forgetting about the small, significant parts in their lives.
But luckily for Dream, Sapnap is no Greek hero. He doesn’t let the chances go by. No, he seizes the moment, claiming his happy ending.
Time resumes, tension leaking out of Sapnap but gradually climbing up Dream’s back. The latter finally looks at Sapnap, tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Sapnap can tell that his friend is bracing for insults, anger at the fact that the blond fell for his best friend.
Sapnap doesn’t hesitate, unwilling to watch the tears fall from emerald eyes onto freckled checks. He closes the gap between the two, fist wrapped in the white fabric of the older’s hoodie.
He hears Dream gasp, shock flowing from him in waves. It takes a second or two, but soon the other returns with as much passion as the brunet.
The kiss isn’t pretty or gentle. It’s fueled by the years of pining and the pure relief of the feelings being reciprocated. Teeth clashing, lips swollen by the utter force of the kiss.
They only pull away for air, returning with as much fevor as before. Time flies, the two locked in an embrace, love and adoration taking over.
Bruises formed with the intention of claiming; hands wandering under clothes, touching skin whenever it’s possible, mapping out each other’s bodies.
They only end after Patches bumps over a bottle of water left on the living room table. Sapnap can tell that she was annoyed about being displaced, even if it was for a good reason.
Dream wheezes, joy gracing his features. He can’t help but laugh in return, gently knocking his forehead against the older’s. Smiles appear through red, swollen lips.
And Sapnap swears he’ll do whatever he can to keep that smile, even if it means waking up at two in the morning to get frosties at Wendy’s.