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“This Karl, is probably the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
Sapnap deadpanned, wondering how exactly his boyfriend managed to survive this long when his survival instincts were that of a potato. Actually, they probably were below those of a potato. A potato at least didn’t actively flirt with death.
“If either of them realizes that it was you, they’ll literally kill you.”
“Unless they kill each other first.”
George pipped in, saying what had been on Sapnap’s mind ever since Karl locked Dream in a room with Quackity of all people. The two’s hatred for one another wasn’t exactly a secret. They literally couldn’t be in the same room without arguing!
“You two are such buzzkills.”
Karl sighed, rolling his eyes. He didn’t seem at all concerned about what the consequences of trapping two people who famously hated each other in a room together might be. Which admittedly scared Sapnap a little bit. The whole situation scared him a little bit. He wasn’t supposed to be the voice of the reason. He was literally the one who needed to be kept out of arson most of the time. Yet somehow he seemed to have taken hold of their shared brain cell. The responsibility was truly crushing. Or rather truly headache-inducing.
Briefly Sapnap wondered whether this was how Dream felt when he had to drag him away from yet another bad life decision. He probably did, although he did a much better job than Sapnap. Because in spite of his many arson related thoughts Sapnap was not yet declared a pyromaniac thanks to Dream. Meanwhile Karl was happily going through with his insane plan in spite of Sapnap’s attempts to intervene. Perhaps the next time Dream drags him away from a highly flammable substance he should take notes on how it’s done. It could prove useful if Karl decided to do something equally crazy the following Valentine’s day.
“Sorry that I don’t want to be expelled.”
Sapnap said, rolling his eyes. Really, he loved Karl, he loved him as much as he loved staring into flames but with all due love, Karl was an idiot sometimes. Or a lot of times. But today was taking the crown because locking Dream and Quackity up in a small room with two portions of microwaved lasagna, a few flowers and a couple of electric candles was something that no other bad idea could ever hope to beat.
“We won’t get expelled, right George?”
Karl asked, ignoring Sapnap’s ongoing crises. George, currently occupying a nice spot on the floor a few steps away from them with a laptop in his lap, looked up from his screen. Sapnap would like to think he was working on their coding project but he knew better. From what little he glimpsed of George’s screen, he seemed to be researching capri sun flavors. What that could be for Sapnap had no idea. Besides, with George’s addiction to the drink, he was pretty sure the guy already had had every flavour imaginable. Quite a few of which were financed from Sapnap’s own pocket, much to his dismay. However, as much as he hated sponsoring George’s addiction, simply buying a pack for him and Karl to share was much easier than dealing with his capri sun withdrawal syndrome that usually involved excessive bitching. Considering that George was already a bitch by nature, adding any more bitching to the mix was something Sapnap had refused to engage in.
“Probably not.”
The brunet shrugged, not looking very concerned about the possible end of their academic career. Which … yeah, Sapnap could kinda understand that, he wasn’t exactly a fan of working for his degree either, quite the opposite in fact. However, his fathers would skin him alive if he got expelled for being complicit in hacking into the school's security system and locking two students together in an unused classroom.
“Probbably?”
He voiced, not at all convinced by George’s words. The brunet just shrugged, seemingly unbothered by everything going on around him.
“Yeah, probably.”
How that was supposed to be reassuring was beyond Sapnap. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be reassuring, perhaps George just really didn’t care. Perhaps he had mastered the gentle art of not giving a fuck a whole lot better than Sapnap. In either case, Sapnap had a hard time believing that George had nothing better to do on Valentine's Day than to help Karl go through with his delusional plan. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Sapnap asked.
“How did Karl even get you to agree with this?”
Sapnap questioned, genuinely curious.
“A three month supply of capri sun.”
The brunet said as it was the most obvious thing in the word and Sapnap was the biggest idiot ever for not realizing it. Which he certainly was sometimes but not today. Today he had the feeling that he was surrounded by idiots because who in the name of all gods would risk being expelled from University for a few capri suns?
“You hacked the university's security system to lock Dream and Quackity in a room together, which by the way I still think is a terrible idea, for capri sun!?”
“And the promise that I’ll get to crash at Karl’s couch for however long I want to in case they expel me, yeah.”
George said without looking up from his laptop. Sapnap thought was a lot less nonchalant when he turned to his boyfriend.
“You promised him what?!”
Karl, currently pressing his ear against the door, paused in his attempts at eavesdropping just to wave him off.
“It’s fine, we won’t get expelled. Now shut up, I can’t hear anything.”
“Yeah because they’ve probably killed each other already!”
Tossing his hands out in frustration, Sapnap began pacing the hallway. He didn’t really think that Dream and Quackity would actually harm each other but they were bound to be pissed once they got out. And while Quackity being pissed was about as scary as a yapping chihuahua, Dream could be well and truly intimidating if he wanted to.
“Nah, they’re probably kissing right now.”
Karl said with confidence that felt unfit for their situation. If real life was like the fanfictions Karl loved to read so much then perhaps he would be right. Perhaps Dream and Quackity would have enemies to lovers arc or something and would be holding hands by the time they left the room. But in real life, Sapnap was a lot more pessimistic.
“They’re probably throwing chairs at each other!”
As if on cue, a crash sounded from behind the door, leaving them all, Sapnap included, momentarily frozen in shock. In spite of his words, Sapnap hadn't really expected any furniture to fly.
“See?!”
Of course, it was very likely that the crash was just from someone knocking something over. On the other hand Quackity’s temper was equal to that of an entitled purse dog and Sapnap wouldn’t really put it past him to throw shit.
Karl, oblivious to the possibility of violence occurring, just rolled his eyes.
“They’re making out.”
He said, pressing his ear against the door again and Sapnap shook his head with a sigh.
“You’ve read too much fanfiction.”
But Karl didn’t even hear him.
“Agh, I can’t hear anything!”
He exclaimed in frustration, stepping away from the door.
“Maybe you should give it a rest and let them out.”
Sapnap suggested, doing his best to not upset Karl too much.
“I know this is important for you but I don’t think this is going to work, Karl. Besides, Dream said he had something this evening and Charlie said Quackity had plans too. They’re gonna be pissed if they miss it because of us and it could be something important for all we know.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then Karl sighed and hung his head.
“I know it’s just that … They are meant for each other, Sapnap. I just- I just feel it. They are a perfect match, just like we are.”
They indeed were a perfect match in Sapnap’s humble opinion. Sure, he hasn't dated many people before Karl but from the few he did date none came even close to being comparable with Karl. Karl almost made him believe that all those soulmates AUs he loved so much weren't complete bullshit.
Dream and Quackity though? Sapnap could hardly imagine a duo as incompatible as those two. There was nothing he could think of that the two would at least have in common, let alone a reason for them to fall in love.
“Why do you think so?”
He asked instead of outright claiming that Dream and Quackity were about as good of a match as a gasoline and a lighter.
“I don’t know, I just- I can tell, Sapnap. I have a nose for those things.”
If Sapnap were being honest he’d say that Karl’s ‘nose for those things’ was simply a side effect of spending too much time on AO3. Then again Sapnap had to admit that Karl was right about his dad and Skeppy having feelings for one another which went unnoticed by everyone else for years. Still, Dream and Quackity? That was just absurd. And even if it was somehow possible, a romantic lunch of microwaved, lightly soggy, lasagna in a locked room was probably not going to be how they fell in love.
“Alright but even if you are right, do you really think this is going to work?”
“Well I wanted to do only one bed but you said that Dream has plans and Charlie mentioned Quackity is busy in the evening too so-”
Karl shrugged like trying to force two people to share a bed was completely normal behavior.
“No, I mean that …”
Sapnap trailed off, looking for the right words.
“If you are right about them being a good match then they’ll surely get together eventually even without all this.”
Gesturing towards the door, Sapnap carefully watched Karl’s expression, relieved to see him finally give in.
“I guess you’re right.”
Sighed the brunet.
“I just wish they weren’t taking so long …”
Of course, Karl’s hate for ‘slow burn’ would transfer to real life relationships as well. Sapnap barely held back a chuckle at the realization.
“So will you let them out?”
He asked hopefully.
“Yeah.”
Karl sighed. But before Sapnap could even feel relieved he immediately continued, shattering Sapnap’s hope into pieces.
“After we grab lunch! Come on.”
And just like that Karl dragged Sapnap away from the door, deaf to his protests. He only paused when George, who Sapnap had completely forgotten about, cleared his throat.
“Oh right.”
Karl said, pausing and turning to Sapnap with his sweetest puppy eyes.
“Could you buy me a pack of CapriSuns please?”
“Of course.”
Replied Sapnap before he could even think about it.
“The …”
Karl paused, looking over Sapnap’s shoulder briefly.
“Mystical dragon ones.”
“Su-”
Sapnap started, willing to do just about anything for Karl when he looked at him like that. However, at the last second whatever 3 brain cells he had left managed to gather and generate some critical thought together.
“Wait, are you trying to make me fund your bribe for George?”
He asked, turning to look at George. The brunet did his best to look innocent when Sapnap’s eyes landed on him which in itself was an admission of guilt. George’s innocent look was about as convincing as Karl’s love for enemies to lovers arcs was concealed.
“Of course not! I’d never do that!”
Karl exclaimed and Sapnap groaned. Karl was definitely trying to make him fund his bribes to George which was why Sapnap should refuse. He didn’t support Karl’s plan, let alone George’s role in it. Not to mention that he had already wasted too much money on his bitchass best friend’s capri sun addiction. It was about the time he stopped enabling it. He should say no but …
“You’re lucky I love you.”
They were in a room together, alone, and Dream didn’t know what to do.
It wasn’t that he was never alone in a room with Quackity. They were together alone in plenty of rooms. Okay, maybe not plenty but a couple for sure. They’ve been alone in bed together too and in Dream’s personal opinion that was a step above a room so really, they should be fine. They were fine. There were very few people in the world that Dream’d prefer to be locked alone with than Quackity so it really wasn’t the company that Dream had an issue with.
The cause of his discomfort was the situation they both found themselves in. Being locked in an unused classroom scheduled for renovation wasn’t his plan for the afternoon, let alone Valentine’s. He should’ve known that something was off the moment Karl had texted him to meet him in an unused classroom. Fuck for all Dream knew this place should be locked! Which probably meant that Karl had help from someone able to access the school's security system. Which, truthfully wasn’t exactly hard, the software was ancient and not nearly as well secured as the dean seemed to think. Still, there were only a few people who he knew could do it and even fewer who really would. And out of those very few, there was only one person Dream could imagine working with Karl.
The next time he sees George, he’ll pour his capri sun down the drain.
Reaching for his phone to call his idiot friends and demand release, Dream was horrified to find it unable to turn off. For a moment he couldn’t comprehend it until he remembered that he forgot to charge it the night prior. It had completely slipped his mind and now his battery was dead.
“Quackity? Do you have your phone?”
Quackity, who had given up pounding at the closed door a few minutes ago and now bid his time angrily glaring at it paused in his attempts to manifest supernatural powers and blow the door into pieces and turned to look at him.
“Yeah I-”
Freezing midsentence, Quackity started frantically patting around his pockets, looking for something that was clearly not there.
“I had it!”
He exclaimed in visible distress but then his movements slowed down as he started coming to a realization.
“Oh … fuck I think I’ve left it on my desk. Can’t you use yours?”
“Mine’s dead.”
Dream resisted the urge to face palm. How could this happen to both of them on the same day was really beyond him. It seemed that whatever cosmic powers were at play, they were very very determined to aid Karl in his insane matchmaking schemes.
When Sapnap had told Dream about the fact that Karl thought him and Quackity would be a great pair, he had laughed it off. A few months later he found out that maybe he ought to give Karl’s intuition more credit. Him and Quackity really were a perfect match but Dream wasn't about to tell Karl that. Or he didn’t plan to. Seeing that Sapnap’s warning about Karl trying to speed up things for them wasn't unfounded, Dream almost wished they had told Karl.
“Fuck.”
Cursed Quackity, looking around the room for anything to help them escape. There wasn’t much, a few chairs and desks, a sad attempt at what was probably supposed to be a romantic lunch that they both tried their hardest to ignore and a sad cactus looking half dead on the windowsill. If they got out, Dream’d be rescuing that cactus.
Technically they could probably try to break down the door but Dream was pretty sure that destruction of the school’s property wouldn’t look good on his, let alone Quackity’s file. So they had to find another way.
“What the fuck are you doing here anyway? You were not supposed to be here.”
Quackity continued, barely sparing Dream a glance as he started pacing the room nervously.
“Charlie asked me to meet him here. Which is weird now that I think about it but Charlie is always kinda weird so-”
“Karl told me to come.”
Dream cut in before Quackity could continue. The ravenette paused, clearly trying to put the pieces together.
“I don’t get it. Why would they both want to meet us here and what’s up with the door and the … is that supposed to be lassaagna?”
He sighed eventually. Dream couldn’t exactly blame him for that given the fact that he never really brought it up to Quackity that Karl had decided they were his new OTP basically the moment he saw them in the same room.
“Well … isn’t Karl on good terms with Charlie?”
The Dream began, slowly starting to see what could be going on. He didn’t like it very much if he was being honest.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well …”
Dream started, unsure how exactly he should tell Quackity that they were being shipped. Obviously they were already dating. Had been for months but no one knew. No one except them and maybe the owner of that cafe where they went so often but Dream trusted Nikki to not be a snitch.
“Well?”
Quackity prompted and Dream decided to just bite the bullet.
“Karl ships us.”
“Ships us?”
Not unexpectedly, Quackity’s face shifted in one of confusion. Dream supposed that that was an adequate reaction. How Karl came to the conclusion that they should get together was beyond him. Of course, Karl wasn't wrong but it didn’t make it any more confusing. Most days Dream barely believed that he actually was dating Quackity of all people. Partially because Quackity was an absolutely perfect little menace and Dream had no idea how he got so lucky to be the one to date him, partly because of the fact that their mutual hatred wasn’t always pretended. When he first met him, Dream didn’t give a single fuck about Quackity. Then Quackity went and craved his place in Dream’s mind in the worst possible ways. Dream never missed a chance to take a jab at him and Quackity didn’t pull his hits either. And then things changed- he needs to take Q to that bar some time. Perhaps for their anniversary? But for now …
“Ships us, y’know like when you think that two characters should end up together-”
“I know what fucking shipping is!”
Quackity interrupted.
“Why would he ship us!?”
Well if that wasn’t the question Dream was asking himself ever since Sapnap had told him. Of course, even after all this time he didn’t have an answer so a helpless little shrug was all he could offer Quackity. The ravenette sighed in response, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
“I suppose he’s not wrong …”
“You might not want to say that so loud, Mr. President. Someone might hear you.”
Dream winked, half joking. Seriously though, he wasn’t entirely sure whether Karl wasn’t listening behind the closed door. He didn’t really think so, but truth be told if he went as far as to lure them in a room together and probably get George to help him lock them then Dream wouldn’t really be surprised if he eavesdropped as well.
The same thought seemed to have drawn on Quackity as he immediately closed his mouth, looking around anxiously as if he worried the walls might’ve grown ears while he wasn’t looking. Dream felt similarly.
“Shut up, don’t tell me what to do.”
Quackity snapped with a mix of his usual bratiness and something else. He was ready to start a fight that always occurred when the two of them weren’t alone and he was right. So far there was a lot less bickering than they usually did in public. Perhaps he should throw a chair at Q to throw Karl off? Actually it was probably Quackity who should throw the chair. He was the chihuahua sized terrible goose with an attitude problem after all.
Just when Dream was about to propose the chair throwing idea, Quackity spoke first.
“Shouldn’t we check?”
The suggestion confused Dream but seeing how Quackity’s eyes darted upwards towards a window above the door he understood. That … well that wasn’t a bad idea actually.
“Pass me the chair.”
Quackity demanded and before Dream could even react and tell him that perhaps it would be better if he climbed the chair, as he was taller and all that, Quackity was already moving past him, helping himself to a chair. So much for stopping him. With a sigh, Dream followed his boyfriend, holding the chair still while Quackity climbed onto it.
“Careful, Q.”
He said, unable to hide his worry. If Karl was listening, Dream was sure it was too faint for him to hear, the only one who could hear was Quackity who rolled his eyes at him from above.
“I know, I know, jesus …”
Muttered Quackity, before focusing on the window from which he hoped to see their possible audience. Whatever he saw, he wasn’t happy with the view. He stood up on his tiptoes and before Dream could argue that it’s not the best idea, his foot slipped from under him and he lost his balance.
Dream felt as if the time had stopped for a moment and before he knew it he let go of the chair that tumbled to the ground and rushed to catch Quackity. The ravenette fell into his arms and Dream caught him, struggling to stay upright for a moment after they collided. His breath came out in uneven huffs even once they were steady, Quackity safe in his arms.
“You really need to stop falling for me.”
He joked but his heart was still racing and he was sure that Quackity could feel the way his hands were shaking. It wasn’t a high fall. Quackity probably wouldn’t even break something and yet Dream couldn’t help but be scared. What if Quackity had hit the floor wrong? What if he-? In his arms, Quackity looked just as spooked but he was recovering quickly.
“S-shut the fuck up. Don’t- don’t say shit like that!”
Sputtered the ravenette, smacking Dream’s chest lightly. He made no move to wiggle out of Dream’s arms.
“I’ll stop saying it when you stop doing it.”
Dream retorted, holding Quackity a little tighter. It was cute in a way how Q fell on him so often but Dream'd really rather it be just casual tripping than anything more dramatic.
“I’m not doing it!”
Proclaimed Quackity, either in denial or lying.
“I’ll have to disagree with you there, darling. You’ve been doing it since the day we met.”
Looking back at it, Dream really wondered if it was some comical foreshadowing that his very first time meeting Quackity was when the other tripped and crashed into him. The universe really had a sense of humor, he supposed.
“Whatever, shut up! And let me down!”
Quackity demanded, probably considering whether a threat of violence would make Dream comply faster. The answer was no and they both knew it but there was still a good chance that he'd try anyway. And Dream, as a good boyfriend let him. It was important to let his beloved goose get his enrichment.
“Or what?”
Dream teased, wondering whether Q’d threaten to bite or hit him. His bets were on the former. Quackity was a biter.
“Or I’ll-”
“Bite me?”
Momentarily stunned by his threat being stolen for him, Quackity just stared at Dream in shock, as if unable to comprehend the audacity.
“You’re getting predictable, angel.”
Dream teased, kissing Quackity’s forehead before he carefully set him down on the ground. Quackity glared at him for a second, then huffed.
“You act as if you didn’t like it.”
“Like I didn’t like what?”
Asked Dream, raising his eyebrows in question.
“Me biting you. You like it.”
With a shrug, Quackity stepped closer. The annoyance from his expression was gone now, replaced by a smug smile that Dream matched without hesitation.
“Do I?”
He challenged, knowing damn too well that it was a lost fight.
“I don’t know.”
Quackity mused, moving closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. He ran his tongue along his teeth and a shiver ran down Dream’s spine.
“Do you?”
And then Quackity leaned in and his teeth clammed down on the juncture of Dream’s shoulder. The blond exhaled slowly, trying to control his reaction while Quackity sucked a hickey into his skin. Yeah, his boyfriend was a biter and Dream loved it. He almost asked for more when Quackity pulled away but stopped at the last second.
“Maybe you’re onto something."
He admitted as if Qauckity didn’t know already. As if he didn’t let him sink his teeth into him any time he wanted.
“How else?”
Quackity winked, moving away from Dream. He strolled to the table, which was really just a desk covered by table cloth, nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make Dream's body buzz with electricity.
“This better not be the fancy dinner you’ve promised me. If you’ve burned all your money in that cozy little fireplace you got, you could’ve just told me instead of dragging Karl into this.”
The teasing in Quackity’s voice was evident and Dream rolled his eyes, still unhappy with the fact that Quackity had left him hanging again. He made a mental note to take revenge, possibly by a few well aimed jabs with a lot of witnesses, or maybe he could just make a point to kiss him senseless before letting him go the next time he dropped him off by his dorms. Quackity always had a hard time hiding his blush and Dream knew it’d piss him off to no end if he’d have to walk through the halls all red, scrambling for an excuse that was getting harder and harder to find as the days grew warmer. Maybe he could give him a hickey as well, just to return the favor.
“Q, darling, I’d slit my own throat before I’d have to listen to your complaints that’d follow if I promised you a nice dinner and got you this.”
Dream said eventually, rolling his eyes. For now he’d settle with just teasing. Truthful teasing no less. He knew damn too well that Quackity would complain to hell and back if the dinner wasn’t to his liking after Dream made him so excited for it. But that wasn’t a real concern for Dream. He was sure that the restaurant would be to Q’s liking.
“Just so you know, I’d find a way to summon your spirit so I can keep complaining.”
Huffed Quackity, crossing his arms in mock offense and Dream laughed.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.”
It took approximately two hours before they were freed when the door ‘miraculously unlocked’. Dream certainly was going to make George bear the consequences. He better sleep with one eye open because Dream was coming for his capri suns.
Although he had to admit that even though the lasagna was cold in the middle and not even the good brand of the microwavable stuff, the electric candles were flickering and the general atmosphere ranged from awkward to ridiculous he didn’t entirely hate it. He got to spend time with Quackity after all and they laughed about the stupidity of the situation together and kissed and talked and Dream couldn’t imagine a better spend time aside from maybe doing the same things in a comfier location like his flat. But he supposed they could do that after dinner.
Speaking of which …
Dream nervously checked his watch, smoothing out his shirt for the hundredth time. It wasn’t his best one, not even the second one, frankly it was hell to style in a semi decent way but it was one that Quackity had given him and Dream was determined to make it work. It wasn’t like they were going to a luxurious restaurant anyway. Sure, it was on the higher end, a lot more expensive than Dream’d normally go for but nowhere near as fancy as the venues his grandparents had taken them to for an occasion where wearing a suit was the bare minimum. As things were he was pretty sure he was managing to make the shirt look presentable even if the motif on it looked like graffiti with smiley faces.
Really that taxi should be there already.
Just as Dream thought that a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the restaurant and his boyfriend got out. He looked stunning, clearly having put some effort into his outfit instead of grabbing his favourite track suit and beanie that he so often wore when it was just the two of them without any need to pose as a put together student president. But Dream was even more captivated by his expression than his outfit. Having had the taxi ordered for him and paid by Dream, Quackity didn’t know where he’d be going until then and Dream cherished the look of hopeful disbelief on his face when he saw the restaurant.
“Q!”
He called out, drawing Quackity’s attention to himself. The ravenette was still dumbfounded, turning to Dream with his mouth a little agape. He looked between Dream and the restaurant a couple of times as if hesitant to believe it.
“Here? But I thought you-?”
Quackity asked, still looking between the newly opened Mexican restaurant and Dream.
“Well you’ve been wanting me to try mexican food for ages and you’ve been wanting to go to this place ever since it opened so I figured you might like it. Was I right?”
Without a warning, Quackity threw himself around Dream’s neck, making the other huff in surprise as he caught him.
“Yes!”
When Dream laughed it was breathless as it often was when his boyfriend tried to squeeze his soul out of his body but it was still undeniably happy. Truth be told, in spite of how sure he was that Quacikty would like the place, there was that little voice in his head that had worried whether he hadn’t been wrong about Quackity’s preferences all along.
“I’m glad to hear that. Come on, before they give our table to someone else.”
Without any further prompting, Quackity swiftly detached himself from Dream and basically dragged him along. Once they were inside, Dream took over, talking to the waitress and pulling Quackity along to the table she had shown them while the ravenette admired the decorations. That was until the menu was set in front of them and Quackity immediately snatched it to take a look. Almost immediately, his face went from excited to unsure.
“Dream … are you really sure about this?”
Looking over the prices himself, Dream couldn’t say he didn’t understand the question. Quackity was normally shopping for anything in a discount. Dream, while not quite so limited, also preferred cheaper things over the more expensive ones. Afterall, one didn’t keep their money by buying fancy stuff when better and cheaper versions were available. But it was Valentines and there was Quackity with him. Dream could handle a bit more spending than usual. Out of all the things he could save money on, Quackity wasn't one of them.
“Yes. Don’t worry about it, Q, I've got some money for Christmas anyway.”
He replied truthfully. He did get some cash and unless Quackity had decided to order the entire menu, it was going to be fine. It'd have been fine even if he didn't get the money but he had the feeling that Quackity’d feel better knowing that Dream got some extra cash and wasn't taking from his monthly budget or personal savings for this.
“So what do you recommend?”
Dream asked, then listened attentively while Quackity showed him some of the dishes he thought he might like. Dream wasn’t so sure about it after seeing some of the ingredients but he supposed he couldn’t avoid mexican food forever. Not with how much Quackity liked it. Everyone said the cuisine was good anyway so perhaps it was the time he gave in. It was like two birds with one stone. Three even considering how happy Quackity was to pick something for him.
Later, after several robberies were committed on his plate, the main subject being a young male with jet black hair sitting in front of him and reaching for his plate every now and then, Dream had to admit that the food was delicious and, more importantly, Quackity loved it too.
“I have something for you.”
The ravenette said after the meal was over, reaching into his pocket. Dream waited, unsure what to expect. He supposed it’d make sense for Q to get him something too. After all it took at least two for a relationship. But frankly he hadn’t really expected anything and had no idea what it might be. The answer became clear as Quackity pulled out an envelope and opened it. Inside were movie tickets and Dream gasped.
“You said you didn’t want to see the minecraft movie!”
But the two tickets in Quackity’s hand were undeniable. The ravenette in question looked unsure and a little tense, as if awaiting a verdict he was worried about.
“For the record I still think it’s stupid but … you wanted to go. I wanted to get you something else as well but my paycheck got delayed and-”
“Q.”
Dream interrupted gently, studying the tickets and finding they were for the first screening in their town, in a good row no less.
“This is perfect. Thank you.”
He said sincerely and a blush spread across Quackity’s cheeks.
“I also got you a minecraft dog plush but the shipping was delayed …”
Said the ravenette, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment as if the unreliable shipping services were his fault. If Dream was honest, Quackity could have given him a broken toothpick and Dream’d still love him.
“I love you.”
He said out loud, wishing that those three words were able to describe what he felt for Quackity. They couldn’t but it was as close as it was gonna get.
“Yeah you better, otherwise this whole dating thing’d be really awkward.”
Quackity laughed, a tad awkward but then, after a moment of silence he replied, quieter but still audible to Dream.
“... I love you too.”
“So, you admit that you were wrong and the plan was stupid and you won’t do it again?”
Sapnap asked, watching Karl’s pained expression as he paid for another capri sun for George. That expression shifted immediately when he heard Sapnap’s words.
“What are you talking about? It went perfectly!”
“What?!”
It certainly wasn’t perfect! Dream and Quackity cursed each other out to hell and back when they were finally set free and Sapnap swore they were about to throw fists!
“Haven’t you seen that on Dream’s neck today? It was a hickey, Sapnap! They totally made out!”
Beamed Karl, oblivious to his boyfriend suffering.
“Next time we’ll do one bed!”