#Roommates who weren't me and who you were infinitely better friends with and I wasn't invited to join. :((

[aftermathing]

Am I just a bad person. I don't think anything I've done has ever made people bitter and have a years long grudge against me? Or I'm the only person in the entire world who experiences this kind of feeling and I'm just an asshole. I still hold very hard grudges towards even people I like and am friends with because they won't apologize for something terrible and harmful they did to me and I don't want to let it go because it changed the trajectory of my entire life.

[theshippingqueens-blog]

a better verson of dnf dancing in the kitchen

There was always something magical about Dream. Whether it was his infectious smile or the way he cared for everyone and everything, he had a way of making the world a brighter place. Over the past year, I've been living with Dream and this sticky-sweet feeling has grown into something that feels truly right. As I watched Dream start to cook dinner, a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout my body. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at the strawberry blonde, cooking up a storm. It had become a nightly routine - if I wasn't working on something or we weren't ordering takeout, I would sit and watch Dream cook, and we would make small talk.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" I asked, playing with the drawstrings on my hoodie.

Dream looked back at me and smiled. "Hmm, I'm feeling pasta tonight," he said, glancing back at the stove.

"Oh, okay," I replied, feeling a warm, tingly feeling spread all over my body. What was happening to my feelings? Our relationship toes the line between romantic and platonic, and I would love to spend the rest of my days with Dream no matter what, but... did that mean I love him? I care for Dream more than anything in the world. I smiled softly, realizing that maybe I do love Dream. It wouldn't be a surprise, to be honest, but it's still a shocking realization.

"Georgie?" I looked up to see Dream facing me, a small speckle of pink on his freckled cheeks.

"Yeah?" I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"Uh... while the pasta finishes cooking, do you maybe... I don't know, wanna dance?" he asked, offering out his hand.

I smiled, feeling a familiar warmth spread across my cheeks. I got up and took his hand. His hands made their way onto my waist as mine latched onto his shoulders. We stayed like that, swaying and looking into each other's eyes. I felt safe, relaxed, and... happy in his arms. I wanted more of this. I wanted to be by his side forever, no matter what.

"George, I love you," I heard him whisper, his grip on my waist loosening.

My heart fluttered. "I-I love you too," I said, feeling the cheesiest grin spread across my face. And unlike any of the other times, I actually meant it.

He smiled, pecking me on the nose. "You mean that?" he asked, a dopey smile on his face, which made me smile even more.

"Yes, I mean that," I said, kissing his cheek. It was a cheesy moment, but it was also the happiest moment of my life.

As we danced together in the kitchen, lost in the warmth and magic of the moment, I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a fairytale. Dream was more than just my roommate or my friend - he was the person who made my heart sing, who filled my life with color and joy. And as we moved together, lost in the music and the feeling of being wrapped up in each other's arms, I knew that there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.

For the rest of the night, we talked and laughed and shared stories, lost in the feeling of being together. It was like we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered except for the love we shared. As we sat down to eat our pasta, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this person, for this love.

And as the night drew to a close and we made our way to bed, I knew that my heart was full. I had found something special in Dream - something that I couldn't quite put into words, but that made my life infinitely better. And as I fell asleep, wrapped up in his arms, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - in the warm, loving embrace of the person who made my heart sing.