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atsadi-shenanigans · 3 days

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Something Full-Bodied and Red

Did a thing. Here's period smut!

It hits you right as he says, “No need to bleed by yourself, my love.” Your jaw drops. You stare at him, in his words, all agog. “You… are you saying…?” “Offering my companionship during your trying times? Yes, I believe I am. You smell delicious, Eleanor. I’ve been thinking about devouring you all day.” No mistake as his gaze slides down to the extra padding beneath your trousers. Or the way his pupils eclipse the red irises.

Or: Aunt Flo comes to visit. Astarion is delighted to make her acquaintance.

You really should a known when Gale made an—objectively-speaking and you even knew it at the time—simple statement about the best path to take. The day is hotter than Satan’s ass crack, y’all are sweating and miserable, and the rage surges up in you like goddamn Plinian eruption.

You say something along the line of, “No one asked your opinion, and yet here we are, listening to you talk anyway.”

It’s too far. You know it. Knew it before you even opened your mouth in that split second judgment call.

Gale’s face falls before he picks it back up and resettles his blasé mask.

Shit goddamn fuck.

Everyone hears it, too. Even Astarion gives you a Look.

“I’m sorry, Gale,” you say. “I really am. I’m…that was an asshole thing to say.”

His smile is still a couple shades cooler than usual. “It’s alright. The heat is getting to us all, I believe.”

An olive branch, when you’re the one who snapped.

“I mean it. Heat or not, that was rude of me. ‘Specially since you’re right.”

Cause he is. Heat melts your brains to pudding, and you were about to stomp y’all past the correct intersection to take y’all back to the inn.

His smile thaws a touch. He inclines his head.

“Now you’ve done it,” Astarion says. “He’s going to be insufferable all day.”

“Being correct is not being insufferable,” Gale says, one finger held up, the spitting image of some college professor. “Especially when it saves all of us time and effort in this truly insufferable mugginess.”

Poor man don’t know muggy. That’s when the backs of your hands sweat. Muggy is when the air’s so wet it’s almost hard to breathe. It’s one-hundred-and-thirteen goddamn degrees Fahrenheit with ninety-five percent goddamn humidity.

But you keep that shit to yourself because you fucked up and he’s owed a dunk on you.

As y’all turn up the (correct, this time) road, Astarion sidles in. Gives you a glance and the smallest line creases his brow.

“’M okay,” you say.

He nods. Bumps his hand against yours in his totally-not-a-stray-cat way of asking for attention. You thread your fingers through his gloved ones, and the both of you pretend that don’t soften his entire posture.

The inn is only half full. They got alcove beds along the walls, so you and Astarion decide to share. The two of you set up the privacy screen, and he changes into sleep pants while your back is turned.

Cazador McFuckface is dead. Astarion is a free man, and y’all have been intimate. But you still give him his modesty, always; it seems to please him beyond words. You can tell in the soft sigh as you turn away and leave him to it. In the languid movements of his limbs as he finishes and slides onto the mattress (only grumbling a little at the poor quality of the linens). In the roundness of his eyes as he stretches out and waits for you to join him.

He's still a murder hobo and a thieving, snarking, asshole gremlin. But there’s more to him, now.

You fiddle with your trousers. It really is too hot to sleep in clothes; back home, you always slept bare. It’s how you landed on an alien ship buck-ass naked.

He seems to sense this dilemma. Murmurs, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

And then gives you a saucy little wink, the dork.

So you shuck off all but your smallclothes (that he sewed for you; nothing says “You’re fine I guess” like a man sewing you some drawers) and scooch in after him. He shuffles closer to the wall while you reach up to untie the cord holding the bed curtain open.

It’s only the illusion of privacy—Lae’zel murmurs to Shadowheart across the room and Karlach’s familiar snores already fill the air. But it’s a mental thing, and you turn and Astarion snuggles into you.

“God that’s nice,” you say.

One benefit of him being undead is the man don’t produce body heat. Which means he’s nice and cool against you. Which was real weird at first (something air temperature shouldn’t move or speak), but it’s him and he’s safe, so this feels like him, like safety.

He groans in response—the downside of undead is the man don’t produce his own body heat. Which means his joints get achy unless he’s fed within the last day, or he’s got a nice, large lover blasting him with her own furnace heat.

You’re tired and vaguely hurting. Astarion likes to be the little spoon, and when he’s facing you, he koala’s onto your front. Face tucked in against your neck (or your cleavage; “you make a fantastic pillow, darling”), arms wrapped around your middle, legs all tangled with yours.

But it’s so damn hot, and the walking was too damn long. Your body thrums. Bastard won’t settle. You become too aware of his habitual breath fanning your skin. Of his coolness against you. The arm slung over your ribs.

It’s easy to imagine that mouth of his opening. Tongue snaking out to lap at you, blunt front teeth nipping up and up. Until he finds your lips and—

You shift.

His crotch is right there. Ain’t nothing going on, but you know now what he feels like when he presses against you. When he ruts against you, eyes closed to slits, forgetting to breathe. His hand around yours on his cock as he shows you how to pleasure him. The salty, bitter tang as he comes in your mouth—

“Shit,” you say and shift your legs. Astarion nuzzles against your neck but otherwise says nothing.

Y’all’ve had sex in public. Had sex in an alley. In an inn. But none of those was this close to y’all’s friends. Curtains muffle sound about as well as tent fabric, but they been pitching their tents away from your shared one for some time and for a damn reason. You always thought you were quiet. Turns out, with a partner, not so much (it’s the shit he says; his pick-up lines were so over-the-top they was kinda funny, but when he means it? Who-wee).

You sigh. It’s been a long day. Y’all need to sleep.

You try to shift your hips without dislodging him, hoping to find the right angle to ease the general achiness—

“That’s going to make it more difficult for me to trance, darling,” Astarion says against your skin.

(You don’t shiver. That would be too desperate. And even if you did, he don’t mention it.)

“Sorry,” you say. “Kinda restless. You wanna sleep in separate beds?” Then he looks up and even in the curtained gloom, his eyes pick up that red shine like a monster in the woods come to lurk.

Okay, so you absolutely shiver. You feel his smile, slow and syrupy, against your collarbone.

“Who said anything about leaving?” he says.

This man. What he does to you. You try to run your fingers through your hair, but it’s dark, you’re human, and you catch his ear instead.

Now he shudders. Presses a kiss to where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Are you…?” you say, because you ain’t always good at reading people and this man in particular is real good at getting himself misread on purpose.

His cool fingers slip down your belly to tease along your smallclothes as his mouth opens to suck on your neck (it’ll bruise). His fingers trace lower, lower…

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

“Offering to help you work through whatever has you so bothered?” he says.

Heat rushes between your legs. You are so horny for him it’s ridiculous. His hand lifts so he can trace along your outer thigh. Then his knee slots between your legs.

“Be a dear and bring this up over my hip, hmm?” he says, tapping a pattern on your thigh. “Open your legs for me, my love.”

“But everybody’s so close.”

He sucks at the damn love bite. He loves leaving marks on you. You think you like him leaving marks on you.

“So long as you stay quiet,” he says, voice gone soft and lilting as his fingers tease under your smallclothes to stroke lower.

The rest on AO3.

#full-bodied and red #these two shitheads #astarion smut #bg3 smut #tavstarion smut #period kink #astarion period kink #blood kink #vampire shenanigans #these two are so weird #idiots in love #they're both assholes

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christinesficrecs · 2 days

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You may have already done a list like this, and if so I apologize! But if not, do you have recs for cute, fluffy fics where one of them doesn’t realize they are dating? Thank you!

Sure! This tag and this one.

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the engagement by bibliosexual | 1.5K

“Stiles,” Derek growls the next morning, “why did Wanda just call me to congratulate me on my engagement to you?”

“Uh, because we are engaged?” Stiles tries. “We’re having a spring wedding with two flavors of cake, or did you forget? By the way, you still need to buy me a ring.”

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren’t Having by lielabell | 5.5K

“So are we dating now or what?” Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

five times Derek and Stiles weren’t actually boyfriends (and one time they were) by HalfFizzbin | 2.8K

In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they’re not actually dating.

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel | 9.7K

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

big light by stilinskisparkles | 4.7K

Stiles brandishes a bunch of daisies at Derek, “Saw these and thought of you.”

Derek looks down at the gas station flowers, lifts his eyebrows, “Because they’re dried out and a little wilted?”

How ‘bout them Mets, eh? by yodasyoyo | 1.9K

Derek nods. “‘K,” he says. “Night.” And as he passes Stiles he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Stiles goes perfectly still, mouth falling open, eyes following Derek’s progress up the stairs. He sees the moment when Derek realizes what he’s done because he pauses, his back to Stiles, hand clenching the rail in a white knuckle grip, posture totally rigid.

“Night,” Stiles says, voice coming out a little hoarse.

Use the Front Door for a Change by stileskolpath | 4K

The one where the Sheriff educates Derek on getting his shit together with dating his son. Derek is dating Stiles, right? Yes? Maybe? He’s really not sure anymore.

Important Things by suzvoy | 71.4K | Mature

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #accidental relationship #idiots in love

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livrere-green · 3 days

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Zukka + Tumblr Posts • 1/?

drama who? we don't know him.

#zukka #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #sokka #idiots in love #zukka nation #the boiling rock #atla + tumblr posts by liv #incorrect quotes

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caro-x-x-x · 1 day

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12th Trigun Shitpost 🍷

Meryl is so done she needs at least a bottle xD

reference

#trigunshitpostsunday #trigun #fanart #trigun fanart #shitpost #trigun vash #vash the stampede #vash fanart #trigun wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood fanart #vashwood #meryl stryfe #trigun meryl #meryl stryfe fanart #she's so done #idiots in love

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beta-draws-stuff · 23 hours

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"Messing in the kitchen" a short tnt duo comic:)

#tntduo #tntduo fanart #c!wilbur #c!quackity #dsmp #dsmp fanart #fucking idiots #idiots in love #Beta'draws

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crowleysaziraphale2003 · 3 days

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In a few hours, I'm thinking of posting some of my non Good-Omens poetry. Thoughts? Idk whether to or not just yet. Collages are also coming soon btw. Anything posted here is already written, whereas I've still got some collages to sort 🤍

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziraphale #crowley #writers on tumblr #writing #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #idiots in love #poems and poetry #original poems #original poem #poem #poetry

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ghostlymakercat · 6 hours

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I'm just gonna leave this here

TV GIRLLLLL

( not mine !!!)

#soukoku #it's not soukokover #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #idiots in love #character art

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twpromptsillneverwrite · 22 hours

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Scott: Why are you limping?

Stiles: hmm! I fell in the shower.

Scott: Why is Derek rubbing his crotch?

Stiles: Okay, I slipped on Derek's dick, happy?

Scott: I had believed the shower story.

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #derek x stiles #idiots in love #scott mccall #scott x stiles friendship #this is in no way based on a true story

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livhowlett · 2 days

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So, there's that theory that SOMETHING happened in 1941. Something that caused Crowley and Aziraphale to be awkward to each other in the 60s and make Aziraphale say:

What if in 1941, when they're in the bookshop after The Bullet Catch and after their little talk we seen in S2, Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away with him to Alpha Centauri for the first time????

Crowley may of suggest they run away together so they don't have another close call. Next time someone more competent than Furfur may show up or someone from Heaven might catch them.

At this point in their story, Aziraphale would not be down to run away and abandoned The Bookshop and his Angelic duties. They'd probably end up fighting and Crowley would storm off and then they'd barley talk.

Hence, why they're so awkward in the Holy Water hand off

It also explains Aziraphale's reaction to the other times Crowley asks to run away together.

In S1, at the band stand, Crowley mentions going off together. To me Aziraphale's first reaction always seemed weird to me, but not if he's heard this before.

It could also explain why Crowley was so quick to apologize to Aziraphale after the fight. Last time this happened they didn't talk for years and being on a tight deadline, Crowley apologize immediately to get Aziraphale to run away

And in S2, when Crowley brings up Alpha Centauri, I think Aziraphale probably would consider going off together at that point.

Because, being asked to 'go off together' by the demon you JUST realized you're in love with, would be to fast for Aziraphale. It's why when they talk in the 60s, Aziraphale suggests:

Aziraphale is literally saying "Maybe take me to dinner first before asking me to run away with you" !!!!

And they were probably "dating" after S1, so Aziraphale would be more willing to accept Crowley's offer at tge end of S2 if The Metaron hadn't offered him the Archangel position. Hell, Aziraphale kinda flips the script and asks Crowley to go off with him, but to Heaven.

I'm pretty sure we'll get another 1941 flashback in S3 and I hope I'm right. Thoughts???

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talshiargirlfriend · 2 days

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a little friendly banter

Psssst hey @deadheaddaisy your pals Kelly and Rostov are here ☺️

“Everything’s green, Mike. Whatever gremlins have been hanging out in the intermix chamber, we seem to have chased them away for now!” Kelly made a superstitious gesture as she handed him a PADD with diagnostic results.

“Maybe that offering shrine at the chief’s workstation finally did the trick,” Rostov grinned. “Will I see you at the movie later?”

“Of course!” she tossed over her shoulder with a smile brighter than the warp core. “You know I never miss a murder mystery!”

He smiled fondly at her departing back.

“Now that is the face of a man who is smitten,” came Commander Tucker’s amused voice behind him.

Oh God, was it that obvious?

“It’s not like that.” Mike turned the PADD over in his hands before passing it on to his CO.

Tucker raised his eyebrows.

Mike lowered his voice, “It’s … we’re not together or anything, but she’s really great. I mean, she’s so smart and funny, and she can kick my ass at poker—“

“Rostov, everyone can kick your ass at poker,” Trip interjected.

“Haha, shut up, Sir. I like it when she does. Have you ever heard her sing?” He placed his hands over his heart. “Like an an… gel,” he trailed off as he looked to see what had drawn Trip’s attention.

Ah, of course. Commander T’Pol had just entered Engineering. She was right on time for her usual afternoon update from Commander Tucker. One hundred percent necessary despite the fact that she could view all engineering reports from a console on the bridge. He pressed his lips together to keep from smirking.

If he’d looked half as goofy grinning at Kelly as Tucker did looking at T’Pol right now he’d absolutely deserved that ribbing. Jesus.

“Buuuut then I guess you’d know all about being smitten, eh Chief?”

“Oh come on, not you too, Mike,” Tucker groaned. “It’s really not like that, ok?”

“Whatever you say, Chief…” Rostov accepted Trip’s pained look as dismissal and stepped back to watch the two commanders square up.

“What can I do for you, T’Pol?”

“I came to view the diagnostic reports, Commander.”

She accepted the PADDs without so much as glancing at the data on them, and then looked up at Trip with doe eyes.

“and to inquire whether you will be attending ‘Movie Night’ this evening?”

Crewman Second Class Michael Rostov had seen a lot of weird shit since leaving Earth, but a Vulcan flirting had to be near the top of the list.

He grinned. Whatever you say.

#star trek enterprise #fic #my fic #trip x t'pol #kelly x rostov #idiots in love #the denial stage #outside pov

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simsim54 · 18 hours

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Harry: Every time you talk, I get this warm and fuzzy feeling inside me. Harry: It's really nice, but it's bothering me so please stop. Ron: Warm fuzzy feeling? Ron: Oh my god, Harry do you have feelings for me? Harry: What the fuck is a feeling?

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intruding-stranger-universe · 13 hours

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin) Additional Tags: Accidental Marriage, Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ygraine de Bois' Sigil (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, King Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin is Emrys (Merlin), Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Light Angst, Jealous Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Minor Original Character(s), Episode: s04e01-02 The Darkest Hour (Merlin), Gwaine Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon Finds Out About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon Lifts Magic Ban (Merlin), Magic Ban Lifted (Merlin), Redeemed Morgana (Merlin), Merlin's Magic Loves Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Good Morgana (Merlin), Minor Gwen/Morgana (Merlin), though it can be read as platonic, Handfasting, Weddings, Lancelot Lives (Merlin), Implied Sexual Content, 5+1 Things, POV Alternating Summary:

destiny has a funny way of playing out

merlin did not grow up in the city and has no knowledge of court traditions. the druids are very secretive. how was merlin supposed to know when he was getting married?

..........

This fic was funny

What happened is Arthur gave Merlin his mother's sigil and voila they are marries by court tradition.

Merlin and Arthur do a druid ceremony not knowing its basically a wedding ceremony.

They don't tell each other and accompanying idiot's in love stupidity

Ft. Percy, Leon( poor suffering Leon), Gaius and rest of our star studded cast. Enjoy

#merlin #arthur morgan #merthur incorrect #merthur #accidental marriage #idiots in love #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #fic rec #fanfic #ao3 #lo and behold once and future king and the most esteemed emrys #Albion is doomed #long suffering leon #crack fic

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bubble-popping · 2 days

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okay this is kinda embarrassing bc i meant to post this a long time ago and just... Didn't.

More dnb gods au bc them <3

Truthfully, Techno didn't know why he stood here, hand hovering above the wood of a door. Even less did he understand why he felt so nervous about going in. The words 'Dream's Study' felt like a permanent 'do not disturb' sign. He knew how much he hated to be interrupted when he worked, especially for trivial matters such as a minor headache. Techno hadn't seen Dream for a while, and it was showing with how Chat nagged and clawed at his brain. He wasn't quite at the stage of attacking his dearest friends and causing major property damage because of their volume and relentlessness, but Dream had asked--pleaded, to be more precise--for him to visit before it got to that point. So, here he stood, trying to think of how to phrase his current predicament without sounding like a total loser. And Chat was not helping.

just knock?

man's forgot how to knock

bro forgor

average dork in love behavior

no u guys don't get it he's so normal about dream i promise

social anxiety L

LOL

"How do you nerds even know half those phrases? I don't say anythin' like that-" Before he knew it, the sound of squeaks and chirps emitted from behind the door. The Blobs' heightened senses never ceased to amaze him.

"What? Techno's outside? How-OW!"

Techno startled upon hearing the exclamation accompanied by a thud and finally kicked himself into gear, opening the door and peeking inside to see Dream standing up from behind his desk, cradling his horns and uttering more hisses of pain. "Dream? You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Jus' bumped my head is all. I'm alright." The blond waved off his concern as he sank into his chair. "Is something up? Chat being loud again?"

The piglin god decided to step further into the room. He'd gone this far, might as well go the full mile. "Well, not at the moment now that you're, ya know, talkin'."

"Aw, they just missed me, huh?" Dream rested his head in his hand, smile smug and eyes scrunched.

YES

DREAM

DREAM POG

simps. every single one of you. me too.

GUYS SHUT UP I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIS PRETTY

pretty dreamie :)

WE AGREED ON DAYDREAM FOR THE NICKNAME IDOIT

**idiot lol

lol

LOL

Lol

LOL

"I didn't say all that. Don't get ahead of yourself, teletubby." As if Techno's absolutely scathing remark wasn't enough of a blow to the man's ego, several Blobs then decided it was their special moment to shine as they dropped down on Techno chirping and cooing not too unlike Phil's crows. He glanced up to see many more piled on a hammock above his head. The majority still soundly slept. Techno could only imagine what it'd look like if they were all awake.

"Hey! What have I told you guys about personal space?" Dream promptly stood from his chair and came over to brush the little Blobs off, a bright gold strong as sunshine glowing on his cheeks. It really didn't match the stern expression he was trying to show. "I'm so sorry about them. We're still working on that..." He didn't meet Techno's eyes as his hands swiped across his shoulders. Not even when he reached further up, lifting on the tips of his toes to pluck away the ones that had settled in his hair.

"They're not so bad. At least they're cute. Chat is just plain annoyin'," Techno grumbled.

WE'RE RIGHT HERE YA KNOW

techno hates us y'all

we're literally fixing your love life?

so ungrateful

Dream giggled softly, shaking his head. Only then did he meet Techno's gaze. "Chat isn't bad either. It's just like the Blobs, they're excitable. I think Chat's cool."

dream gets us y'all

omg he's looking at us guys

HE'S THINKS WE'RE COOL

i hope he wins the custody battle in the divorce

they aren't even married yet

praying on their downfall already is crazy

SHUT UP HE'S STILL TALKIMG

he stopped tho?

**talking

LOL

Techno pressed a hand to his temple, face twisting in discomfort. "You don't have to hear 'em all the time..."

Dream offered a sympathetic smile before he seemed to get an idea. "Would you like to rest with me while I fulfill some dream requests?"

"I don't wanna bother ya if you're workin'-"

"You wouldn't be a bother, ya big idiot. C'mon, I could use the company." He smiled sweetly, taking Techno by the arm with pretty green eyes begging from under long blond lashes. Naturally, Techno let himself be dragged away--but he still wasn't a simp, Chat, shut up--to a different corner of the office: an area that closely resembled a pillow fort.

Techno really had to duck down to enter it, clearly not built for a god his size. Inside was more spacious than it initially appeared. Made of many different colors and shapes of cushions, all draped with soft blankets, and partially bordered by the lower shelves of a bookcase. Dream easily found a spot to lay down, propped up and facing the curtain canopy. Techno squeezed against the nearest wall out of consideration for Dream's space, but regardless only managed a gap of mere inches. He too looked up, and when he did, he swore that nothing was above them at all. Tiny lights were strategically placed to emulate the night sky. Techno could even see certain constellations in the pattern.

"How did...?"

"Oh, some Blobs got into my glowstone dust by accident and they reminded me of stars, so I got this idea." And Techno believed him because when he squinted he saw, as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, many tiny Blobs hanging by thin threads with the proudest grins on their faces.

"Of course..." He huffed, smirking and shaking his head.

A comfortable silence succeeded his words, covering the pair in a particular kind of blanket. The kind that had Techno curiously glancing over to see Dream concentrating on a cloud held aloft by the green strings connected to his fingers.

"What's that one? If ya don't mind me askin'."

"Hm? Oh, well, usually I don't share other people's dreams. They're personal things, meant for your mind alone. But..." Dream got a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "This one here is for one of my regulars."

"Regulars?"

"Mhm. I think she prays almost every night, always for the same thing. She's an old woman and recently her wife of almost 60 years passed away from an unfortunate accident. Do you know what she asks to dream of?"

Techno couldn't imagine knowing that much about a mortal. But then again, all those that prayed to him usually didn't live very long, so he supposed he just never got the chance to.

"What?"

"She just wants to speak with her again. Nothing else matters, except that she's there. They talk about so many things. Sometimes, they don't speak at all. Just sit there next to each other, enjoying the company. I've put them in all sorts of places. Relaxing on a beach, watching a fireworks display from afar, sitting on their rocking chairs in their living room..." He'd finished crafting the dream by then, offering it to one of the Blobs who devoured the cloud whole and promptly wiggled into the crevice of two pillows. Afterwards, he folded his hands atop his stomach and closed his eyes, smiling wistfully. "Such a sweet, pure love... I only hope someone will love me like that."

A heat unlike any other instantly filled Techno's cheeks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT

LET'S GOOO

KISS HIM YOU IDIOT

how did that guy make that sound

KISS

L matchmakers fr

wdym we're such W matchmakers

yeah he boutta get that sheep pus-

Techno quickly sat up from the comfortable pile onto his elbow, resolutely pushing that thought out of his head.

"Techno?" Dream looked to him, gaze wide and inquisitive. The piglin god turned to stare down at him, and though he knew he had to say something that might finally shut Chat up about this, the words got caught in his throat. Green eyes were simply too pretty, surrounded by freckles and waves of golden blond. A hand surprised him out of his admiring. Gentle fingers pushed the hair that had fallen into Techno's face behind his pointed ear then came to a rest at his cheek. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head, placing his hand upon Dream's and leaning into the touch. It still didn't make a lot of sense to him, why Dream was so tender towards him despite his reputation and prowess... Or, perhaps, because of it? Techno cherished it all the same. "Nothin's wrong. 'm just... 'm not sure how to, how to word-"

"Tech," the sheep god murmured, now cupping both of Techno's cheeks and wearing a bittersweet smile, "you don't have to force yourself. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's not that, I mean, well, it is, but-" He sighed, closing his eyes to collect himself before opening them with a renewed determination. "I get what you're sayin' and I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Ya think I'd come just to make Chat shut up? That's just a sweet bonus, dude."

Dream giggled, a similar blush rising on his face. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means I... would really like to kiss ya, if you'll let me."

The blush immediately brightened to a shimmering gold. He pushed himself to a sit as well, closing the gap between them to barely a few inches. "I think I'd like that."

They both leaned in, heads tilting to accommodate the other, but when Techno connected with something, he knew it was not Dream's lips. A Blob had managed to slip in at the last second, squeaking happily. The two pulled back in equal astonishment, allowing the Blob to drop on Dream's lap.

Dream's expression rapidly soured. "You little-!" He snatched the Blob up, gripping its little body in a tight grasp. "That's it. You're all going in timeout now." With a snap of his fingers, all the Blobs including the ones that hung from the ceiling exploded into puffs of clouds, leaving the two in near total darkness aside from Dream's glowing eyes. "Much better. Now..." Hands suddenly grabbed Techno by the shoulders and twisted them so he was flat on his back and Dream was straddling his waist. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in once again, bright green illuminating both their faces. "Where were we?"

#idiots in love #dnb #dreamnoblade #dnb god au #bubble writes #suggestive #i should be posting these on ao3 too but idk #i always feel like what i post on there needs to be a certain format/length so tumblr just gets everything

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