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Technoblade was in love.
And he happened to fall in love with the worst person ever, he had fallen in love with Dream.
He wonders when he started to look at Dream in a different light. Was it after DoomsDay? or had he always loved him but only now noticed? He didn’t know. But you can’t fault him, he wasn’t the best with feelings, I mean it took him a while to differentiate the fact that he loved Philza not “Loved” Philza. All Techno knew was that he was glad he figured it out before it was too late.
It was Saturday and Phil was gone because he was staying with Kristen. Ranboo wasn’t anywhere to be seen, probably getting even richer than he already was or he was staying with Tubbo.
On nights like this when he was alone, he would lay on his bed and let his mind wonder. Today it seems like Dream and George were the topic of discussion once again. Techno would think about the couple often, way too often in his opinion and Phils.
Technoblade would wonder how things would have been so different if he had joined the DreamSMP sooner. If he had known Dream sooner? Maybe if he was more like George things would be different. But I mean he coudln’t just change his entire persona just because of a stupid crush could he?
…
Well he could but should he? Would that even attract Dream to him? There was a chance it would cause Dream to pay attention to him. To suddenly see his ally, because that’s all he is to Dream an ally, go from a strong, axe-wielding, anarchist, brute to a soft, weak and need of protection 24/7.
No, that would be humiliating and it would be even worse for his pride if Dream didn’t even notice. And it would be bad for his pride and reputation.
Oh to be George. To have Dream wrapped around your finger and for him to be yours and yours only.
What would it be like? If he was George? What would it feel like to be touched by Dream in a loving way?
Well, for one he wouldn’t be at home on a Saturday night, he would probably be out on a date with Dream. They would be holding hands and Dream would be laughing at some stupid joke that he had told him.
Dream and him would walk around a bit more until they should hang out with friends or go home. Dream would take one look at Techno’s face and know that Techno would prefer that they just go home, because Dream is perfect like that.
When they would get to their home, their home not just Techno’s. Dream would lay on the couch near the fire while Techno would go to the kitchen and make some hot chocolate for them. (He prefers tea or coffee but Dream likes hot chocolate more)
He would go to Dream and pass him his hot chocolate, Dream would smile at him and say thank you. Techno would then sit down next to him, their legs would be touching and it would be quiet but not the awkward quiet but the comfortable kind. Dream would scooch closer to him and lay his head on his shoulder, he would smile and look down at Dream, they would stare into each other's eyes.
Techno would make sure to get every detail of Dream’s face in his brain, from how many freckles he has, the shape of his emerald green eyes and how he could and would get lost in them anyday. To the way his mouth was shaped and oh how badly he wishes he could kiss Dream.
Dream would lean in closer after a bit and their lips would touch an-
Fuck, he was crying, he brought his hand to his face to write the tears away. Gods he wanted to dissapear. He did not just start crying because he imagined being in a relationship with Dream, fuck he was pathetic.
What would Dream think?
No.
Fuck Dream.
NoNOnoNOnononono
Fuck, he wanted Dream, he wanted to see him, to touch him, to lay in bed with him and study his face over and over again until he could describe him to someone and get everything correct.
He was sobbing.
He wanted Dream to love him.
He wanted Dream to love him like he loved George.
But he would never love him like that because Technoblade wasn’t George and George was perfect, they were a perfect match.
I mean, even Aphrodite thought so she put them together, didn’t she?
He couldn’t breathe.
His shirt was getting wet from his tears and dirty from his disgusting ass snot.
He needed to stop, please just stop, he didn't wanna feel like this anymore. He didn’t want to love Dream anymore!
He didn’t want to look at George and hate himself because he can’t be him, because he can’t be pretty and soft and weak.
He was muffling his sobs with his pillow, the moon was shining and the only thing he seemed to need and want at the moment was Dream.
Techno just wanted to be happy.
Would he be happy with Dream?
Or would he have to stay miserable while watching Dream and George be happy?
It doesn’t matter anymore because at least Dream was happy.
That was enough for Techno.