dreamnotfound oneshots

he's in my veins

tw: i cant say it without spoiling the entire plot of this oneshot, so if you're wary about ANY subject at all, please beware! i dont imagine you'd be reading this oneshot book after a few other themes in this book, but still. read at ur own risk :)

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One more time, please.

Again.

I need it.

Dream was obsessed with him.

He loved him so much, he couldn't stand it when George wasn't with him.

Every living second was painful without George there to make everything better.

George was amazing.  When Dream was around George, being able to breathe him in and let him flow inside of his mind, it was pure bliss.  The real world was shit, everyone knew that, but George took it all away from Dream.

Dream loved it so, so much.  He would give up anything to be with George all the time.

Sadly, though, when Dream couldn't provide himself enough, George couldn't be around.  Dream didn't really have a job, he did a few favors for people here and there for some quick bucks.  It sustained the fees he owed Sapnap for rent, and also his sweet, sweet times with George.

Sapnap would get concerned about Dream spending so much time with George, but it never stopped Dream.  No matter what people thought, he would love George as long as he lived.

When Dream would come home after visiting George, Sapnap usually had to help Dream to bed.  Dream could tell Sapnap was getting sick of it, but it didn't matter.  Dream loved George.

One day, Dream came home after just seeing George, his head woozy.

"Jesus, fuck, where have you been all day?"  Sapnap asked, rushing to Dream's side to support him. 

Dream slurred, his tired yet wild eyes meeting Sapnap's, "With.. him."

"With.. who, Dream?"  Sapnap asked, guiding Dream to the couch.

Dream laid down immediately, a crooked smile plastered on his face.  "Georgie."

"Not this George shit again, Dream, what did I tell you?  You'd get too deep into this shit, and you won't be able to go back soon.  If you don't fix this I'm going to kick you out, and you and I both don't want that," Sapnap went on, but Dream barely heard a word of it.

All he could think about was George.

Sapnap always put a damper on Dream's mood after being with George.  Sapnap was insistent that Dream stopped his whole relationship with George, but he never listened.  What he and George had was special.

"Dream," Sapnap started.  The sun was rising now, filtering through the window into the living space.  Dream laid splayed out on the couch, still in the clothes he had worn yesterday.  Dream hadn't slept yet, instead he was focused on the TV.

"What," he said, his voice hardly audible.

Sapnap stood in front of the TV to block Dream's view.  "Shower.  Eat.  I'm going out.  I swear to God, when I get back, I don't want you going off about George, or whatever you call your.. issue."

Dream just nodded blankly.

A sigh came from the other, and he left.

Dream pulled himself up off the couch, stretching.  His sleeves stretched down, revealing several scattered scars that he didn't pay attention to.  He didn't do the shower part, but he did at least make an attempt at changing his outfit.