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I. Quackity
"Hey, Quackity." School had just gotten out, and Sapnap had found himself side by side with his friend, who he had wanted to come out to since he started dating Dream.
"What's up, mi cielo?" Sapnap had no idea what Quackity was saying, but he had been the shorter man's friend long enough to disregard it.
"Ummm, I've been wanting to say this for a while, but I'm gay and dating Dream." The words came far easier now, but a shadow of his old fear made him clench his hands in his pockets.
"Yes?" Quackity looked at him, confused. "Sapnap, are you okay?"
"What?"
"Dude, you've been dating him for a while, right?"
"Huh?"
"Please tell me I'm not insane. You two have been dating since like middle school. Weird prank dude."
"Q, what the fuck?"
"Congrats on your prank? Or recreating your relationship? But I have to go I'll see you tomorrow." and with that, Quackity left a very confused Sapnap standing in a hallway.
"What the hell."
II. Karl
"Hey, Karl!" Karl was the only close friend Sapnap had in his chemistry class, and, with his teacher having left their class unattended for the fourth time that month and the conversations around them being loud enough to drown out their conversation for unwanted listeners, now felt as good a time as any to come out.
"Yeah, Sap?"
"I'm gay and dating Dream." Coming out was easier the third time around, Sapnap found. He still felt sweat on his palms, but his hands weren't shaking and his breathing was steady.
"Fuck yeah you are!" Karl responded enthusiastically. "I knew you were into guys since you're dating Dream and all but congrats on figuring out you're gay!"
"What do you mean since I'm dating Dream?" This had to be a joke. Sapnap knew there was no way Dream had told them–he had already agreed to let Sapnap do it. But if it wasn't Dream, who was it? "Karl, who told you Dream and I were dating?"
"George told us you guys have been dating since he met you in like middle school." Karl looked confused, then his eyes widened. "Shit, man, were we not supposed to know?"
"No, it's just, we started dating last week. I didn't even figure out I was gay until recently. Why has George been telling people we're dating?"
"Don't ask me why he does anything. That man is an enigma."
"Well um... Thanks for being supportive? Even if it was of a relationship that didn't exist. It means a lot, dude." And just like that, Sapnap was out to a whole three people.
III. George
"George." Sapnap had often been told that his glare was nothing short of terrifying and today, it was in full effect. George, unfortunately, had always been immune to Sapnap's glare. He looked annoyingly unintimidated.
"Hello, Sapnap." George's token impassive gaze met Sapnap, but Sapnap had known him for long enough to not let that scare him.
"I was having a very... interesting conversation with Karl about me and Dream." George looked confused, then sympathetic. "Is something going on between you two? You always seemed so good together I've been wondering why you never fight."
Sapnap sighed. This was going to be a Weird conversation.
"George, how long have Dream and I been dating?"
"Since sixth grade, right?" He suddenly looked concerned. "You didn't forget an anniversary, did you? Is that what's going on? It's Dream. He'll get over it."
Sapnap couldn't hold his grin back any longer. He was too excited to have something new to make fun of George over to even consider his old anger.
"George, you fucking nimrod."
"What did I do? You're the idiot who forgot an anniversary!"
"I have been dating Dream. For one week. Not six fucking years."
"No fucking way. I'm not stupid. You literally hold hands constantly."
"In like, a homie way. I hold hands with all my homies!"
George affixed him with a deadpan look.
"We have never once held hands."
"That's because I literally hate you."
"I hate your mom."
"I fucked your mom."
"I'm telling Dream you're cheating on him."
"Fuck you."
And with that, Sapnap was out to most of the people that mattered. It felt a little bit like a puzzle piece sliding into place. His name was Sapnap. He was friends with George, Karl, and Quackity. He was gay, and they knew that. He was dating Dream, and they knew that. His parents would find out one day and it wouldn't matter. He had his friends.
V. Bad and Skeppy
Even if George had inadvertently ruined Sapnap's chance to tell most of his friends, he still had two that had likely not fallen victim to George's dumbassery. Bad, a college student several years older than Sapnap, had long been a family friend of Sapnap, and, while his association with Sapnap's parents made him nervous, he nevertheless felt that Bad and his roommate, Skeppy, who Sapnap had also grown close with, would be supportive. So there Sapnap sat, on a small chair in their dorm across from the pair that had jokingly declared themselves his parents, feeling vaguely as though he were on trial.
"So, what do you have to tell us?" Skeppy prompted, already growing impatient.
"I'm dating Dream."
Skeppy grinned. "Dream's hot as fuck dude."
"Language!" Bad interjected.
"What? I'm just saying Sapnap's boyfriend is hot and I approve." Skeppy stood. "If that's all, I have a class to get to." He picked up his bag and left the dorm, leaving Bad and Sapnap in silence.
"Are you mad?" Sapnap asked hesitantly. Bad's face was unreadable.
"No, of course I'm not mad. I'm happy for you! Why would I be mad?"
"Well, no offense, but you're kind of a white gun owner? and friends with my parents?"
Bad sighed. "Sapnap, I'm friends with your parents because I want you to be able to safely see an adult who isn't them. Do you.." His expression looked oddly pinched "you don't think I'm homophobic, do you"
"I mean I was a little worried?
"Sapnap, you know that I'm dating Skeppy, right?" Sapnap blinked. A lot about his friend suddenly made sense.
"Oh yeah. You and Skeppy. Totally knew about that." Bad just laughed, and everything felt a little more okay.
"Now that that's settled, can I see your phone?"
"Sure?" Sapnap passed his phone to Bad, confused. Bad entered the password and called Dream.
"Wait, Bad, what are you–" Bad shushed him and he fell silent as Dream answered the phone.
"Hey, Sapnap"
"Hi, Dream! This is Bad!" Bad's token happy tone filled his voice as he continued, "Just calling to remind you that I throw knives! And to let you know that if you hurt Sapnap in any way, I'll use you as my next target!" Bad held the phone higher as Sapnap attempted to grab it from him, then fell as the younger threw his weight on him, grabbing the phone.
"Sorry, Dream!" Sapnap yelled into the phone, running away from Bad and hearing Dream laughing on the other end. "Hi, Bad!" Dream's voice sounded tinny through the phone. "What if I'm into that?" Sapnap cackled as Bad spluttered and fought for the phone back. Finally, he got it and hit the end call button, much to Sapnap's dissapointment.
"Sapnap, you little muffinhead."
"Dream said it not me!"
"Still." Bad flopped on his bunk and Sapnap followed, noting that Skeppy's bunk looked unused.
"On a serious note," Bad began, "if you ever need a place to stay, Skeppy and I are here."
Sapnap stared resolutely at the ceiling, refusing to show how much the words meant to him. "Thanks" he said, when he felt like he could breathe again. "Love you man."
"Love you too, Sappy."
It was an old nickname, but something about it made everything seem okay again. He was out to enough people that he couldn't count them on one hand. They all loved him regardless. He had a family, even if it wasn't the parents who told him he needed them. He slipped his hands into his pockets and noticed that they weren't sweaty.