some persuasion required

chapter 7

George looked over the pictures on the screen again, aware that Dream, who was sitting right next to him, was about to explode.

He seemed unable to stop his words from spewing, asking and questioning for longer than George ever had considering any Instagram post. As soon as Dream moved the mouse closer to the upload picture button, he would hesitate, and Sapnap would blow out a breath in frustration.

"I just- I want this to be good, you know?" Dream implored more than told of his vision, looking over at George with pleading eyes, begging him to understand and maybe talk him through this a little better because this was his face, for god's sake.

Even if they had, even if they had set this plan into motion long ago. Even if they had spent this whole second day with this sole intention. All there was now was to actually go through with it.

Dream couldn't help but try to stop the inflicting inevitable.

"It's gonna be fine," George tried again, though all his appeasements before were brushed off, so he glanced over to Sapnap for support, tilting his head with a gesture that demanded, Do something.

"I'm giving you three seconds until I say fuck it and post it," Sapnap finally announced at his wit's end to George's prod, counting down immediately, "Three.. two.. on-"

"Okay! Okay," Dream interrupted before Sapnap could get any further, his fists down onto his desk, which they were all crowded around as he expelled, "Just- just give me a minute."

"We have other pictures," George offered uncertainly, "Like a lot more."

"No," Dream muttered, almost embarrassed as he denied with, "I already spent hours editing these."

"Really? They look the exact same.."

George trailed off his sentence there as Dream sharply turned over to him with reproach in his gaze that dissuaded the other from continuing on with that sentence.

The back of Sapnap's head hit the chair in impatience, reminding, "I told you I wasn't gonna do this with you again. And you swore you wouldn't bitch about the stupid details and lighting and angles like you did last time on the Halloween post."

"Well, people change, Sapnap," Dream muttered.

"Yeah, like the tides in the ocean," the other brushed him off, "But clearly you didn't because you're doing the same thing. Just post the damn face reveal and get it over with."

Dream was completely unamused, shifting down in his seat with a huff, his arms crossed that the other's wouldn't get him all the leniency in the world for him to consider this. Even if they did. Even when they grew weary at the amount of pictures Dream demanded, of poses and movements and even bringing out props.

This man was nothing but committed.

And, to be completely fair to Dream, with the others being tolerant of all that was leading up to this point, this was his face reveal.

A building up event that was years in the making. Expectations, millions of people anticipating this very moment, eyes watching him even closer ever since the George visa announcement commenced.

It would be a severe understatement to say Dream was nervous.

Really, he felt sick to his stomach, his skin chilling into a cold sweat at how his life was about to change. How his relative anonymity was being ripped from his hands after the safety he had of it all this time. With one click of a button, he could never take this back. Dream's face and appearance and everything that came tied with that would exist on the internet forever.