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“‘Technoblade, do another elbow reveal’? Bruh, no, I’m wearin’ the Dream merch, I can’t just take it off to show my elbows.”
Dream jolts at the mention of his name, his previously-lidded eyes widening as he stares at his computer screen, Techno’s live stream sitting innocently on his monitor, the man moving his minecraft character around a potato farm. Dream slowly raises his head off of his arms, which are crossed and rested on his desk, a perfectly good pillow for him even if the crick in his neck says otherwise.
Dream had been in the middle of editing a videoーwell, actually it was George’s video, because the man is lazy and Dream loves doing things for his friendsーwhen he had gotten a notification for Techno’s stream. Now, should he have immediately abandoned the half-finished video to watch Techno’s live stream? Probably not. But since Dream’s been busier lately with MCCs back, and lore in full swing, he hasn’t been able to catch Techno during the few times he actually does stream.
So, nobody could blame him for favoring Techno’s once-a-year stream over a video that he can finish any timeーand either way, he’d still finish the video twenty times quicker than George, so it doesn’t really matter. Truth be told, however, he barely got to watch Techno’s stream before he started feeling drowsyーblame the recent uptake in responsibilities (even though Techno’s soothing voice definitely didn’t help)ー, but now, he feels wide awake.
“No, Chat, you don’t understand, I can’t just roll up the sleeves, then I’d be cold.” Dream’s mouth opens in shock, and he’s sure he looks terrible sitting in his desk chair, his jaw literally dropped open, and his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He couldn’t help it though, it’s not everyday that your rival admits to wearing your merch.
Now, Techno’s definitely not the first of Dream’s friends to buy his merch. George has some, so does Foolish, Tina, and Karl, and probably many others that his half-asleep brain can’t think of, but never did he think Techno would buy it. Techno doesn’t seem like the type to wear merch of anyone, and even if he did, Dream assumes it would be one of his close friends, like Phil or Wilbur, not someone like Dream, who he hardly talks to.
Dream wishes they talked moreーhe isn’t exactly subtle about his admiration for Techno, and he is mature enough to admit that he’s got some hero-crush on the guyー, but they just… don’t. Ever since their duel, which was their first meeting ever (even though Dream had been a fan of Techno for years beforehand), they’ve been cautious about interacting on streams, or in public at all, really. The majority of both of their fan bases haven’t come to terms with the fact that they don’t actually hate each other, and Dream thinks they both want to avoid a war between their fans.
So, they’re stuck to offhand mentions, and teasing jokes.
In private, however, nothing much changes (unfortunately). Their dms are used mainly for small questions for each other, or welcomed words of advice, or the occasional meme that Dream always has to hype himself up for thirty minutes before sending. Dream wishes they spoke every day, wishes he woke up to see Techno’s name on his phone lockscreen, wishes he heard about the mundane parts of Techno’s life that he tells no one, like how the grocery store was busy yesterday, or how he accidentally ripped a page in his favorite book.
… Maybe it’s a little more than a hero-crush.
Except, there’s no way it could be. They barely know each other, Dream admires the guy but doesn’t know his favorite color, it can’t really be an actual crush if they’ve hardly spoken, can it? No, Techno is above Dream in terms of status, and power, and intelligence (and not in other, more physical ways… although, he wouldn’t complain-), and so it must only be admiration that Dream feels, a wishfulness to be on the same level, to respect the power Techno has and to want to marvel in it alongside him.
… This is confusing.
Okay, whatever, Dream has a crush on Technoblade, he can admit it. It’s not like he’ll ever do anything about it, thoughーTechno would probably awkwardly turn him down and then Dream would stop talking to him out of sheer mortification. Dream has a crush on Technoblade, and there’s been absolutely no signs of reciprocation, so it’s definitely one-sided.
And now, Techno’s wearing Dream’s merch, and he refuses to read into it. If he does, he’ll start to convince himself of something that isn’t there, and then he’ll get his heart broken when everything eventually comes to fruition and Techno rejects him and he has to flee the country to save himself from dying of embarrassment. Sapnap might berate him constantly for “lacking self-preservation skills,” but Dream would really rather save himself from heartbreak in this scenario.
So, he will let this go. He will live with the information that Techno owns his merch, but he will not look into it. He will not think about Techno’s reasoning for buying such a thing, and he will not think about how Techno’s never mentioned owning Wilbur or Phil’s merch. He will not think about his rival wearing his signature smile, and he will not let it go to his heart, which would rapidly beat and convince him that it means something.
… And he will fail spectacularly at all of this.
-
It has been a week since Techno revealed that he owns Dream merch on stream, and Techno’s finally decided to mute Wilbur.
The man has not stopped teasing him since, not even letting him sleep peacefully without being spammed (Techno thinks he might’ve set alarms for every thirty minutes to remind himself to send a text calling Techno a simp), and he has finally given in and muted him on Discord. He should’ve done it sooner, really, but he harbored the hope that eventually Wilbur would give up on trying to get the real reason Techno bought Dream’s merch out of him, but the pinkette was proven wrong.
But even though he’ll never tell Wilbur why he bought Dream’s merch, he has no problem admitting it to himself.
He has a crush. He has a stupid, small, embarrassing crush on Dream of all people, and he has no plans to tell anyone but the small notebook he has (that is not a diary, no matter what Tommy says). The crushes he had through middle school were always fleeting, he would like someone for a couple days at most before becoming uninterested, and he has no doubt that this crush will end in the same exact way.
So what if he’s been intrigued by Dream for monthsーever since he started gaining millions of subscribers a month and Techno found a declined partnership in their dms from when Techno used to do Minecraft Mondaysーand it's still going strong? So what if the man being faceless, yet so open with other aspects of his life, keeps Techno drawn-in, needing to complete the picture of Dream he has in his mind? So what if he watches Dream when he streams with no mic because he always expects it to be boring, and is always proven wrong?
It doesn’t mean anything besides that Dream is an intriguing guy, that’s it.
Except, maybe it does mean something when Techno can feel his cheeks heating up when his phone lights up with a notification from the man himself, Dream.
Normally, he wouldn’t react like this to Dream’s random messages, which are few and far in between, but this time, Techno knows the man is supposed to be paying attention to something else, but here he is texting Techno. Dream has been on Quackity’s Jackbox stream for thirty minutes now, so Techno’s been on Quackity’s stream for thirty minutes now, barely paying attention unless Dream is talking.
Y’know, like something without a crush totally does.
They’d been on the voting round of that one game where you vote for your favorite answers to numerous questionsーTechno doesn’t care to learn any of the namesーwhen Techno had gotten Dream’s text, and he didn’t bother stalling as he picked his phone up and immediately opened it. He immediately went to Discord, opening up Dream’s dms with him to find a small “hi,” nothing else. Techno swipes over, notices that Dream’s icon is still online, and then watches out of the corner of his eye as the Jackbox round finishes, no vote from Dream in sight.
It sends warmth through Techno’s chest, but he ignores it, focusing on texting the man back.
Technoblade
Hallo
Dream
I wanted to know if you wanted to play minecraft later! I need pointers on parkour for MCC and who but the best to ask lol
… or maybe I just kinda wanted to hang out with you
Techno’s heart skips a beat at that, his thumbs hovering over the keypad, not knowing how to react. He can hear Quackity and Sapnap in his headphones asking Dream why he isn’t answering, but the blond’s saying nothing. Techno thinks he might be dreaming, or maybe he’s physically buffering, or maybe he’s more of a simp than he thought.
Dream
sorry haha that was weird ignore that
Technoblade
No its fine
If you wanted to be crushed in minecraft so badly you could’ve just asked
Dream
I take everything back you suck techno
Techno laughs at that, and he can feel his cheeks burning, and Dream quietly chuckling in his ears is not helping. The Jackbox game from before had ended, and now they’re moving on to the one where they have to make an invention and pitch the idea. Dream still hasn’t said anything on stream yet, so Techno responds, wondering if the man has started focusing on the game again.
Technoblade
Wow i see how it is
Guess you don't want to play minecraft tonight anymore
Dream
NO
you can’t take your agreement back technoblade WE ARE PLAYING
Techno smiles, and he sees the timer in the corner of the stream counting down rapidly, only thirty seconds left. He hears Dream curse, and then rapid tapping, and he ignores how nice it feels for Dream to have favored texting him back over finishing the round.
… That is a completely normal, platonic feeling for someone to have, Techno is not kidding himself.
Dream manages to finish with one second left on the clock, and the round moves on, eventually getting to the judging part. Techno sits back in his chair, lazily watching as other, less important people take their turns, before Dream’s name comes up on the screen, and his attention sharpens.
Dream clears his throat, and when he talks, he sounds as perfect as ever. “Alright! My problem was: ‘Dream’s heart is too cold.’” People laugh at that, George makes fun of Dream for picking a prompt with his own name in it, but Techno waits with bated breath for Dream to resume talking. He does, and it’s just as his drawing comes up on screen, crudely drawn but adorable nonetheless. “And my solution is: get merch.” On said screen, there is a small drawing of a shirt with the words “subscrib 2 techno” on it, and the pinkette finds it horribly endearing.
“What?!” Quackity’s laughing as he talks, and Techno can distantly hear others laughing as well, but he barely pays attention.
“My reasoning is: it’s warm, it’s comfy, and it says ‘subscribe to Technoblade’ on it, which are words to live by. That’s all.” The call is full of laughter, and Dream is chuckling quietly on his own, and Techno wonders if he’s having a heart attack, or if having a maybe-crush is supposed to come with irregular heartbeat patterns.
He doesn’t want to know the answer.
“Does Techno even have merch?” Quackity’s voice filtered through Techno’s headphones, and he reluctantly tried to pay attention to the stream again.
“I wish he did, I would buy five pairs of everything.” Dream’s voice was melodic as always, and Techno latched onto it like a moth to a flame, and once his words processed in Techno’s head, the man was already making ideas in his head.
He needs to make merch. He needs to see Dream in his merch. He needs to have the first merch Dream publicly wears to be his.
“Alright, I think that’s it for me! I gotta go… do something, bye!” Dream’s voice sounds in Techno’s ear, and he finds himself subconsciously crafting his merch ideas around how well it would look on Dream.
Someone help him.
-
“… and I’m sparin’ you the details of how Pasiphae even had a child with a bull, ‘cause it’s not somethin’ I want to repeat ever again…”
Dream giggles slightly where he lays, stuffing his face into his pillow and hoping Techno didn’t hear him. Techno had just finished filming Tales with a group of their friends, and even though Dream had watched it live, he had still wished he could’ve heard Techno more. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his friends, they’re just… a little loud, especially for someone like Techno who is pointedly not. So, Dream had offered Techno the chance to call when his role in it was done, and the pinkette surprisingly readily agreed.
Maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising. Ever since Dream had impulsively invited Techno to play minecraft with him roughly two months ago, they’ve been talking every dayーmainly through text, but they’ve played Minecraft and simply sat on call together numerous times.
And it’s doing absolutely nothing good for Dream’s crush.
At least he can now confirm that no, it isn’t a hero-crush, and yes, he really is fully simping for Technoblade. But now, it feels like his crush is somehow getting worse. Now, he finds himself thinking of Techno all the time, and that’s not even an exaggeration. He wakes up every morning, wonders when Techno is going to be up, spends the day texting Techno and checking his phone almost obsessively while waiting for responses, and then texts Techno late at night until he passes out.
On the plus side, his sleep schedule is back to one of regular members of society, because Techno had a regular sleep schedule and Dream couldn’t just not maximize the amount of time they have to talk.
So, Dream definitely has a crush (maybe something more than that), but at least he gets to talk to said-crush every day, so he counts it as a win.
Sure, he might miss his other friends’ streams in the middle of the night, and Sapnap might be constantly trying to sneak a glimpse over his shoulder to see who he’s “been obsessed with” (Sapnap’s words, not his), but it’s all worth it.
The worst part about everything, however, is how relaxed Techno makes Dream. Normally, this wouldn’t be a bad thing, but along with Dream being more than comfortable around Techno, the man’s voice is a force to be reckoned with, and now Dream can barely get on late-night calls with him without almost falling asleep. He gets giggly and loose-lipped when he’s half-asleep, and that’s a dangerous thing to be when you’re around your crush, but Dream doesn’t see himself ending their late-night calls anytime soon, so he just has to make sure he doesn’t say anything stupid.
Which is easier said than done.
“Dream? You still there?” Techno’s voice rumbles in his ears through the earbuds he had frantically stuck in while shifting from his computer to his phone once he started feeling drowsy. He supposes that laying in bed probably isn’t helping this drowsiness, but he’s not getting up now.
Dream hums, frantically blinking to try and bring some awareness back into his brain. It barely works, but he manages to mumble out a tired “yeah, keep talking” which earned a rumbling chuckle from Techno, bringing a smile onto Dream’s face. He tucks himself further into his pillows as Techno continues talking, his brain trying desperately to retain any information as his eyes rebel against him, unwillingly closing.
Fortunately for his brain desperately latching onto Techno’s words, but unfortunately for his exhausted body, he can’t fall asleep. His room is too cold, and for once, his blankets don’t feel like enough. He debates getting up to put on a hoodie or something, but then his stupid brain thought about how Techno’s arms would definitely be warmer, and then he couldn’t stop thinking about it, and then his stupid mouth opened and spoke against his will.
“Techno?” The man hummed in response, seemingly unaffected by Dream’s interruption, something Dream-of-tomorrow will be glad about. “Are you ever gonna make merch?” Current-Dream lacked the energy to wonder if that was a weird question, but Dream-of-tomorrow figures it was fine, since Techno didn’t react strangely at all, thank god.
“I want to, just have to design somethin’, easier said than done.” Dream hummed at that, his eyes still closed, his body warming just at the thought of Techno’s merch anywhere near his body. “Why? Got some design ideas I don’t know about?”
Dream shrugged, knowing full well that Techno couldn’t see him, but not necessarily caring. “I want some. ‘specially if it says your name.” Dream-of-tomorrow doesn’t know why he tacked on that last part, but current-Dream was on the verge of passing out, so he cut himself some slack.
When Techno spoke again, his voice was soft, either from being tired himself or from something else Dream doesn’t know, but he wishes he could’ve bottled that sound up and kept it with him forever. “I’ll take that into account, nerd.”
A giddy smile crossed Dream’s face, and Dream-of-tomorrow wishes he could’ve stayed up longer to hear Techno’s soft voice, but sleep was unforgiving, and it took him under when he least wanted it. His ears faintly register a quiet “sleep well, nerd” as his mind slips away, and in the morning, when he awakes to find the earbuds still in his ears and the call on his phone ended, he’ll wonder if he imagined it.
And he’ll desperately hope that he didn’t.
-
Dream
Technooooooo
guess what just arrived in the mail >:)
Techno looked away from his computer screen, picking up his phone and reading the Discord notification with furrowed brows, Twitter left open on the large fluorescent screen. He had released merch, which he spent way too long on for it to not even show in the results, and the first batch of orders had finally arrived. #Technomerch has been trending on Twitter for hours now, and even though his merch sold out within the day, he has spent the better part of the last hour scrolling through the hashtag and seeing people’s opinions on it.
So far, everyone has been overwhelmingly positive, and it felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
The night of the drop, actually right after Techno had ended his livestream where he played party games until his merch was released, Dream had sat in their dms and spammed him for half an hour straight about how much he loves the merch. Which- Techno would never admit it, but Dream’s opinion on it mattered more than anybody else’s, and he had grinned the entire time Dream was sending text after text.
He had been worried the design would be too simple. It truly was just his name in large letters, a small, barely visible “subscribe to” above it (totally not ‘cause of Dream’s Jackbox drawing), and a small cartoon pig with a crown on it in the corner. Dream had assured him that people would love it, and compared to Dream’s own merch, “it was far from simple” (Dream’s words, not his).
Despite Dream’s apparent love for the design, and his half-asleep mumbling from last month, the man didn’t say anything about purchasing Techno’s merch, and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, so he responds as neutrally as he can.
Technoblade
Is it a house
Dream
nope!
it's even more valuable than a house :)
Techno’s eyes narrowed, his face staring at his phone in front of him, trying to figure out what Dream means. The man always reacts to Techno’s homeless teletubby jokes, always takes the bait even though they both know that it's just a way to get Dream riled up. But now, he’s just bypassing it like it’s nothing, instead talking about something “more valuable than a house.” Money doesn’t buy happiness and all that, but Techno thinks that houses are pretty precious.
So then what is Dream talking about?
Dream
*sent an image*
Techno’s breath hitched, his eyes wide as he stared at the picture Dream just sent, unwilling to look away for even a second. There, sitting innocently in their dms, was a picture of Dream’s chest, clad in Techno’s newest merch. Now, Techno wouldn’t react this way if it had just been a picture of that, but at the top of the picture, resting just above the neckline of the black hoodie, was a mouth stretched into a wide grin.
Dream’s mouth stretched into a wide grin.
Techno taps on the photo, which enlarges to fit the screen, and then zooms in on the little bit of Dream’s face he was granted access to. Pink, smooth lips stretched to show a set of slightly-crooked teeth, small brown dots surrounding the mouth in the form of frecklesーTechno wants to know where those freckles stretch to, are they just his chin, or the rest of his face too? Are they on his shoulders? His back?
Techno wants to know so much, he wants to know things nobody else knows about Dream, he wants to know everything.
Right now, though, Dream is letting him know just a little more about him, and Techno doesn’t know how to react. Does Techno staring at this picture for far-too-long mean that it’s more than a crush he feels for Dream? Probably. Does Dream willingly showing a private part of himself to Techno mean anything? Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully?
He doesn’t know, but he focuses back on his conversation with Dream before he loses himself in his own mind.
Technoblade
Dream where are you findin houses for less than $30
Dream
you’re an idiot
you don’t understand techno this hoodie is worth more than my life
I want to be married and buried in this hoodie
Techno ignores the mention of Dream getting marriedーand how much it made him wish for something he’ll probably never haveーand instead responded as if his hands weren’t shaky because of Dream’s apparent devotion to an article of clothing with Techno’s name on it.
Technoblade
Wow you really like to plan ahead huh
Have you considered that Dream never dies though
Dream
techno are you lending me your catchphrase?
Technoblade
Yes
If Technoblade never dies then why should you, Dream
Techno drops his phone on his desk after that, his eyes shut tightly as he sighs. Why did he say that? Why did he think that was a good idea at all? Techno hopes that Dream will take it in some joking way, instead of treating it as it isーa confession that if Techno is going to spend the rest of eternity alive, then Dream should too.
He should really consider thinking before texting.
His phone vibrates against his desk, loud in the otherwise-silent room, and Techno picks up the device with his eyes still shut. He wants to keep his eyes shut forever, he thinks, never having to face the consequences of his impulsive text. But, it will be fine. Dream wouldn’t stop talking to him just because he became oddly-sentimental, Techno would be willing to bet money on that. Everything would be fine, and with that last thought, Techno opens his eyes.
Dream
I would not be opposed to not dying if you never did either
I wouldn’t rather spend eternity with anyone else
now come play Hypixel with me they have that new mini game out
Techno might have a heart attack, and it’s all because of sweet words and pink lips that he will think about far-too-often to be normal, but… Technoblade never dies. And neither does Dream now. Well, unless you’re considering the new Hypixel game Techno is about to demolish Dream in, where the man will die enough times that he will threaten to rage quit, but then ultimately not, even when Techno uncontrollably laughs at him, because he will be too busy laughing melodically along.
The heart attack is still on the table.
-
“Dream, I can’t believe you finally make light pink merch and it sells out within five minutes, I was busy findin’ my card!”
Techno’s exasperated voice echoes in Dream’s ears, and the blond smiles into the collar of his hoodieーthe one he got from Techno’s merch drop and has worn more than he probably should since it arrived only three weeks ago. Right now, they had planned to fuck around on the Dream SMP, Techno needed a load of resources and Dream was more than happy to help, but Techno had immediately started ranting about Dream’s recent Valentine’s Day merch selling out, and it wasn’t like Dream was going to waste an opportunity to listen to Techno talk about literally anything.
“I think people with pink hair should get first dibs on pink merch, it’s only fair.”
“Wait- you actually have pink hair?”
“Yes, I actually have long, pink hair, I don’t know how the fans were so spot-on with their fanart.”
Dream laughed at that, but his mind was busy adding the new detail to his list of “Things he knows about Techno’s appearance” that he keeps up in his brain at all timesーwhat? Techno is naturally a private person and Dream is naturally a curious person, you can’t blame him for wanting to create a mental image for the man he’s down bad for.
“But really, Dream, I should’ve got first dibs to the pink merch. I can’t believe this.” Dream laughed again, but it was quieter this time, his mind busy with opening a new tab, the shipping information of one of his new merch pieces sitting innocently on the page. When he had first started planning the Valentine's Day merch, his first priority was to make a light pink one, and then buy said merch for himself. His fans had been asking for that specific color for a while, Dream personally loves the shade and how well it matches with green, and scrolling through the #Technofanart tag and seeing light pink everywhere was not part of his decision.
… He should really stop lying to himself, he knows he’s practically in love with Techno at this point, he doesn’t need to keep trying to convince himself otherwise.
Maybe it’s the reaffirmation that he’s in love with Techno that makes him say what he did next. “You could… um… you could always wear the pink merch I got.” The call falls silent, and Dream curses quietly, his breath caught in his throat as he waits for Techno’s response. He may have just fucked everything up, may have ruined the fragile friendship he’s managed to craft with a man he’s always admired.
The silence only lasts for another breathless moment more before Techno speaks, quieter than he previously was, but seemingly not angry at Dream’s forward suggestion. “You don’t have to, Dream, I’m just complainin’.”
“No, I… it would look better on you anyway, would match your hair, and… yeah.” Dream cringes at himself, he’s really butchering this, and he hopes Techno doesn’t mind it. He knows exactly why he’s so insistent that Techno wear his merch, not just merch from his shop, but his personal merch, but he really hopes Techno can’t tell.
“… I wouldn’t wanna take your merch…” Dream thinks that Techno sounds more open to the idea than before and is only trying to give Dream an out, and he’s desperately hoping that he isn’t making this up.
Unfortunately for Techno, Dream doesn’t like taking the easy way out of anything. “Well, what if you didn’t have to? What if…” Dream trailed off, considering if he should really be risking everything, but deciding that he’s already made it this far. Techno hummed questioningly, and Dream continued, albeit a little less confident than earlier. “What if… we, uh- what if we met up? Then you could have it then… and then I could just take it back once you leave.” Techno was silent, and Dream rushed to take it all back. “I mean, we don’t- that was just- you don’t have to agree-”
“Dream, you’re fine.” Techno didn’t sound uncomfortable, but Dream could distinctly hear typing coming from his side of the call, and his mind immediately goes to Techno blocking him on all social media platforms.
… He doesn’t care if there’s no possible way that Techno would do that, he’s nervous, cut him some slack.
“There’s a flight to you on Valentine’s Day, think the merch would get there by then?” Techno’s voice was light, even though Dream felt like he was dying, his mouth open in shock as he stared at Discord open on his computer. Valentine’s Day is in three weeks, his merch just shipped todayーhe got to order it earlier than it dropped because, y’know, he made it ーso it would make it by then, no problem.
“Yeah, it… yeah. It would.” Techno hums again, more clicking coming from his side, and Dream could feel a tentative smile tugging at his lips. “Are you sure, Techno?” Techno hums again, this one an affirmative, and Dream grins. “You don’t have a Valentine or anything?”
Techno huffs out a short laugh, and when he answers, his tone is amused. “Yeah, right.” Dream is only mildly surprised at Techno’s answer. He has confidence that Techno is hot as hell, and will probably make Dream weak in the knees when they meet up, but out of their streamer friends, Dream doesn’t think Techno would agree to be anyone’s Valentine. Besides, Dream’s sure Techno would’ve told him if he had a Valentine when he got one.
Which might be right now.
“Would you… would you want to be… my Valentine?”
The call fell silent again, and Dream wasn’t even breathing at this point. Before he could react, Techno was laughing, and Dream could feel his cheeks burning. “Shut up.” Despite his words, Dream couldn’t help the upturn of the corner of his lips. Techno’s laughter is infectious, and it doesn’t feel like he’s being laughed at, so he allowed himself to relish in the man’s laughter.
“Are you only askin’ to sidetrack tellin’ me I’m gonna have to stay in a hotel ‘cause you got no home?” Dream sputtered, barely able to speak with how hard he was trying to stop himself from laughing, and Techno eventually calmed down.
“I will be your Valentine, Dream, even if that was a cringe way to ask.” This time, Dream didn’t try and tone down his smile, whispering “yes, yes, yes” under his breath and flushing when he heard Techno’s low chuckles ringing through his ears. This means he has a chance, right? Valentine’s are usually romantic, and they both know that, right? Dream can’t believe how lucky he is, did he appease a god in a past life or something?
He feels like he could go run a marathon and smile throughout the entire thing, all because Techno is his valentine!
Techno is his valentine, and he’s coming to meet Dream, and he’s going to wear Dream’s merch, and Dream wouldn’t be able to stop smiling even if he tried. He vows in his head to ask Techno on a proper date when they meet each other at the airport, and he needs to make sure he doesn’t chicken out when the time actually comes, because going on a date with Techno is no longer a want, it’s a need.
“You okay, nerd? You can’t die before we meet up, then I’ll get no clout.” Dream rolls his eyes, but it’s then that he realizes he’s been completely silent. He had gotten a little lost in the idea of going on an actual date with Techno, to the point that he had barely been breathing.
How is he possibly going to function when they actually meet?
“Yeah, I’m good. Besides, Dream never dies, right?” Techno snickers, and Dream smiles again, so widely that his lips hurt at the stretch, but it’s a lovely ache that he never wants to stop.
“Not if I can help it.”
… Dream very well might die from Techno’s low voice, but he thinks that there would be no better way out.
-
Techno thinks it’s a little funny that after planning a cross-country trip in a couple days, getting a valentine, accepting an offer to wear said valentine’s clothing, it’s seeing a pretty face that kills him.
Scratch that- a drop-dead gorgeous everything that kills him.
The long plane ride from California to Florida was spent with Techno anxiously skipping through songs on his playlist, playing random games on his phone, and staring out the window wondering how close they were, but now he was here, in Florida, standing only a few meters away from Dream.
Dream hasn’t noticed him yet, but Techno could recognize his own merch anywhere, and the familiar lips Techno has spent so long staring at resting on the same person his merch was on told him that this was Dream. Dream was right here, looking every-which-way around the airport, though missing Techno completely every time. The pinkette swallows, his throat dry not only from the lack of water on the plane, before shaking out of his stupor, walking towards his valentine.
He’s still trying to process it.
He had spent roughly five minutes taking in the glory of a human that was Dream before finally deciding to make his presence knownーhe knows that if he went into this interaction blind, he would probably stutter through a conversation, because Dream is all golden hair, and emerald eyes, and cute freckles, and everything beautiful in this world, and Techno is only a man.
Dream seemed unaware of his presence until he was right in front of him, and Techno really doesn’t know how he wasn’t found earlierーhow many people around here could possibly have pink hair?ーbut when he noticed Techno standing just to his left, his eyes widened. Techno was an inch or two taller than the blond, and Dream’s shoulders were broad, but Techno also regularly works out, so Dream seems small in comparison.
It makes Techno want to kill someone, because it should be illegal to be so cute, but Dream is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to just about anything, so he shouldn’t have expected any differently when it came to appearances. “Hallo.” Techno awkwardly waved before wincing, his hand coming up to nervously fiddle with the end of his high ponytail. Even though he spent all that time preparing to walk over to Dream, he didn’t take into account how much prettier Dream was up close, and now he’s paying the price.
“Techno! Hi!” Dream is apparently past his initial shock, a bright grin overtaking his face, similar to the picture he sent Techno oh-so-long-ago. “How was your flight?” Techno shrugged, the bag casually slung over his shoulder jolting with the movement. He’s unwilling to confess how anxious he was the entire plane ride, and he thinks Dream wouldn’t want to hear about it anyway, so he changes topic.
“It was definitely a plane ride.” Dream laughed at that, and Techno smiled in response. “Now, are you gonna show me your house or what?” Dream’s grin turned sharper, and his eyes adopted this sort of glint, and Techno could feel his cheeks flushing at the action.
What? Dream is hot, you can’t blame him.
“Prepare to get your mind blown, Techno.” His mind was already blown the moment he first saw Dream, but he isn’t going to say that. “Now, let’s go.” Dream grabbed Techno’s hand, dragging him towards what-he-assumes-is the exit. Techno could feel his blush growing, but he didn’t say anything in fear of Dream letting go. When Dream noticed what he subconsciously did, he muttered a small “sorry,” his hand moving away.
Without even thinking, Techno linked their hands back together, and silently marveled about how well their fingers fit with each other.
And he will continue marveling about that as their hands find their way to each other every day during Techno’s stay, and when their lips touch two nights into Techno’s trip, and when Techno’s reluctantly on his way back home with plans to come back to Florida soon. He’ll continue to think about it for the rest of time, he thinks.
… Which will be forever, because Technoblade never dies, and neither does Dream.