~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Voice Message (1)

slight angst, but it's a happy ending :]

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Here he was, once again, phone held up to his ear and spilling out everything he had always kept -and wanted to- inside.

It had become almost a nightly routine for himself, to give in to the desire to just unfold to his bestfriend, but without actually doing it. So this was just the easiest option.

The first time he did it, he was slightly tipsy at 3 in the morning, deleted the voice message and continued to do that ever since. Besides the tipsy part, that was very rare.

"I miss you, even though we were talking eairler" George said, his head being held by one of his hands at his desk, the only light coming from the lamp beside him, a warm yellow glow coating his room.

"We had lunch earlier with Sapnap, that was a lot of fun, besides when that one girl tried to give you her number. I wanted to rip that paper to shards when I saw it... but you threw it away" George sighed as the words left him, a small smile on his lips.

"I just wish you'd look at me how that girl was looking at you, she seemed infatuated after only 30 minutes of us being there," his foot tapped against the ground, the pattern making him satisfied. "Anyway, I should go to bed. I love you Dream, goodnight" he finished.

He deleted the voice message before it could send, stood from his desk, and layed down in bed. The words he said filtered through his mind and sat there like a half empty box of valentines day candy.

All the good chocolates were gone, so he was left with nothing but the disappointment.

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"Hey, this is a little later than usual," he chuckled to no one but himself.

"I had a lot more intrusive thoughts about you than usual today, when we hung out" he gulped, almost audibly over the phone.

"I didn't want to think about all that while I was with you, it just feels weird, ya know? thinking about kissing your bestfriend right in front of him..." his voice cut off as his throat started to strain, the tears cought behind his eyes.

"I think I should stop with all this, these messages, it's making things harder for myself" a tear rolled down his cheek and landed on his hand, that was shakily holding onto his desk.

"But I don't think I could stop at this point, well see I guess. I love you Dream, goodnight" and it was deleted right before he fell asleep, his tears darkening his pillow case.

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"I haven't done this in a while, I've been trying to get out of this habit of making voice messages only to delete them" it was nice taking a break from over thinking everything every night.

"But I just needed to talk right now, I guess. It's just been a lot recently. You have been a lot recently" he stared up at his ceiling, hand holding his phone to his ear as he spoke.

"Not in a bad way, never in a bad way. Just, extra flirty. You've been like that recently... it hurts" he didn't let himself cry, he wouldn't let himself.

"It hurts because your always just joking, it never actually means anything, just playing with my emotions. But you always laugh and smile, your smile is so pretty. I could never tell you to stop if it means I could sew your pretty smile, Dream" his voice cracked a couple of times, brown eyes tracing the popcorn ceiling from his place on his bed.

"I need to actually sleep well tonight. I love you Dream, goodnight" the beep rung out from his phone, signifying that he reached the time limit.

His phone slipped down from his palm down to the mattress as tears fell. He hated nights like these, when his emotions would get the best of him.

He picked up his phone, about to delete the message before it sent, but realized something.

It sent.

It fucking sent.

He's so fucked.

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He woke up the next morning and as soon as remembered what happened, his hands were already shaking and he was picking up his phone to see no new notifications.

Sighing, he stood up and got out of bed, stretched his arms above his head and headed to the kitchen, pouring some water into the kettle to make some much needed tea for his cry-strained throat.

Placing the kettle on the stove, he waited for the water to boil and the kettle to wheeze at him, signifying it was ready. He poured the liquid into his usual mug, pouring two spoon fulls of sugar and stirred, then the bag of tea. After a few minutes of it steeping, he put three ice cubes inside the water to cool it off faster.

All of a sudden, a knock was heard at the door, but not just any knock.

Dream always knocked two times, no one else ever knocked at his door two times besides him. After years of knowing the blond he had caught on quite quickly to the two-knock habit.

He was only wearing an over sized, white t-shirt and black shorts, a cup of hibiscus tea in hand as he walked to the door.

He figured if he's about to get fucked up by his bestfriend, he might as well not push it off and just get it over with. He already knows this is going to end badly.

Opening the door, Dream stood there, almost timidly, seeming to also be wearing his pajamas.

George's eye bags stood out anginst his pale skin, and after taking a sip of tea, he croaked out a "hello?" that sounded like a question and not like a greeting.

Dream surged forward and pulled him into a tight hug, the brunet almost spilling the hot tea all over himself. His first reaction was to pull away, thinking the blond was about to beat him up or something.

But Dream only held tighter with the kind of strength that said 'please don't leave'.

So George didn't, he set his tea on the closest counter and hugged back, just as tight as the taller was holding him.

After what felt like half of forever, Dream pulled away, wiping away tears from his eyes -that George failed to notice amidst his fight or flight adrenaline rush- and the blond then smiled brighter than George had ever seen.

"I love you too" he said, his grin never faltering.

The brits shocked expression made the blond break momentarily, a loud wheeze squeezing at his stomach as he laughed at George gaped open mouth and wide eyes.

"I love you so much, I wish you had told me sooner" Dream said once he was composed, pulling George back into another hug, one less constricting.

"I love you too" was all he could say, arms wrapped around the tallers shoulders, Dreams hands resting just above his lower back and pulling the brunet into him.

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this is really short (like a little over 1000 words aosjnskskzl) but I got the idea to write it and then I had too lmao

it's low key kinda rushed, but I think it's fine lol