Dreamnotfound one shots

Valentine

Prompt: Dream getting tired of being rejected every Valentine's Day

*I know this is late but it's fine

100th chapter !!!
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Dream sat on the edge of his bed. Criss-Cross and looking at himself in the mirror. He could hear Sapnap and karl laughing from down the hall.

He sighed, and laid on his back. Feeling the way the blankets felt resting under his body. The atmosphere was soft and light crept into dreams room through the space in his blinds.

It was Valentine's Day, and he didn't have a valentine.

Maybe it was the loneliness speaking, but dream just wanted to curl up and have his bed swallow him.

In fact, Dream had asked George to be his valentine. Every year he did.
Every single year he'd ask George to be his valentine.

His response this year was no different, which almost broke dreams heart. For three straight years George's feelings for him never really changed.

It stung so badly knowing George would never love him as much as he loved George. Like a punch to his gut that he could never really recover from.

He'd had a crush on George for more then just the years he asked George to be valentine. Years of infatuation and genuine adoration for his best friend.
Because thats he'd ever be.

The first year george rejected him, he'd cried harder then he had in his entire life. Absolutely breaking down in sobs and screams.

The second year, he played it off as a joke. Pretending he still wasn't hurt from George's decline a whole year later.
He may have even cried harder.

Dream had a distinct memory of Sapnap having to calm him after George got a girlfriend.
It was almost pitiful how sensitive his entire body was to George.

George had only lived with him for less than a year. Which made dream extremely uneasy.
Everyday he felt like he was walking on thin ice. Ice that was so thin, one wrong word would send George back to London.

This year when he was rejected, he felt nothing. He already knew he'd be disappointed, so there was nothing to look forward to. Yet he still felt inexplicable amounts of let down strike his heart.

Wobbling out of bed, Dream made his way to the hallway. The sound of Karl's happy giggle ringing in his ears.

He stepped onto the cold wood of the kitchen floor and reached for a glass. Debating whether to have water, or apple juice.

As he stared into the fridge, he saw the shadow of someone walk by. Specifically George's shadow.

Smiling, Dream grabbed the bottle of apple juice. Not missing the way George made fun of him for his childish choice in drink.

George grabbed an apple, before leaving. Not seeing how the hurt look on dreams face.

The only feeling that was swirling around dream was loneliness. George was across the room, and he still felt so fucking lonely.

Rationality was not even a consideration as Dream went back to his room. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of lined paper on his desk.

He wished he hadn't seen Sapnap tenderly give a quick kiss to Karl's hair on his way back. It only made him feel more lovesick then he already was.

Nonetheless he shoved back his more depressing thoughts, and sat down comfortably at his desk.

This was the last time he'd try.