faceless | dreamwastaken

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seeing belle asleep, wrapped in his arms was not what dream expected to wake up to. he also didn't expect to feel so happy about it.
he carefully moved, making sure not to wake her up before going to the bathroom to get changed and brush his teeth.

"get up, asswipe."
what a lovely thing to hear as soon as you wake up.
"what do you want." belle yawned.
"for you to get up, i'm not really sure how i could be anymore obvious." dream said, shaking her shoulders.
"is anyone else up?" belle mumbled.
"not yet, but if you get up we could mess with them." dream smiled.
"yeah yeah okay, one second." she groaned, rolling over.
"hurry up!" he chuckled, leaving the room.

belle lazily got out of bed and put on a hoodie before following the blonde man downstairs.

"how are we doing this then?" she asked while rubbing her eyes.
"you're making your mascara more smudged then it already was." dream laughed.
"what a shame." she said sarcastically, "now what's the plan?"
"right," he said with an evil smile walking through to the kitchen, "the classic whipped cream trick." he started, talking the whipped cream out of the fridge. "put it on their hand, tickle their face and watch them smear it all over them self."
"honestly, i was expecting a better plan but okay." she shrugged, taking the bottle from him.

they both quietly tiptoed into the boys room, george's hand was hanging off the bed, perfect.

"i feel kinda bad waking them up, look how cozy they look all cuddled up." belle said pointing at them.
"they have two weeks to cuddle they'll be fine." he shrugged.

belle squirted the whipped cream onto george's hand and then sapnaps, dream tickled their faces with a cloth and stepped back, the boys going to rub their faces as the exact same time,

"what the fuck?" george mumbled.
"what the hell, man?" sapnap said waking up.
the two culprits burst out laughing, it wasn't even that funny but they couldn't help themselves.

"guys what the hell?" george said sitting up.
"sorry." dream wheezed.
"sapnap are you eating it?" belle got out in between laughs.
"well what else do you want me to do with it?" he yawned.
"i'm going in the shower." george groaned before getting up.
"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." sapnap teased, "thanks for the snack guys."
"anytime?" belle giggled.

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"stop kicking my seat." dream complained.
"i'm not." sapnap shot back.
"yes you are!" he huffed.
"he is! i watched him." george pointed at him accusingly.
"stop lying, george!" sapnap groaned.
"guys stop bickering like kids." belle interrupted, "i'll take over the steering wheel and turn this car around."
"sorry, mum." george huffed.

"are we there yet?" george asked.
"does it look like we are there yet?" sapnap responded.
"i don't know, i've never been." george shrugged.
"we aren't there yet." dream sighed.
"what about now?" sapnap questioned.
"i'll stop this car and slap you both if you don't stop asking 'are we there yet?'" dream warned.
"shiver me timbers." sapnap teased.

"WHY DID YOU PUNCH ME?" george practically yelled.
"there was a yellow car." sapnap shrugged.
"what are you? twelve?" he scoffed.
"he acts it." belle chimed in.
"you haven't spoken in ten minutes and this is when you decide to voice your opinion?" sapnap huffed.
"she's got a point." dream chucked.
"what is this? make fun of nick day?" he whined.
"i wish." george beamed.

"i'm hungry." george spoke up after a couple minutes of silence.
"hi hungry, i'm clay." dream chuckled to himself.
"boom, roasted!" sapnap cheered, "do you need some ice for that burn?"
"that wasn't a roast." belle giggled.
"close enough." sapnap shrugged.
"i hate you so much, nick." george huffed.
"the feelings mutual."