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"Hello Big D!"
"... Tommy, hello."
"Just checking in about the mod, boss man,"
"George went to the bathroom, I'm just checking the plugins for bugs… Hm."
It really bummed Tommy that George isn't there anymore to film his vlogs for him, he couldn't see the appeal of America.
All they have are guns, non existing healthcare, and Schlatt.
Americans also make him say 'burger' everytime they have the chance, so, maybe Tommy is reconsidering going there for vidcon.
But then again, Technoblade, Gogs, Dream, Ranboo… and even Schlatt is there.
He almost feels bad for his American friends.
Almost.
He was introduced to Dream when he joined the server that George, his staff, and moderators are in, where George is on a call with someone named Dream.
Now, he doesn't know who the fuck that guy is, so being the curious child that he was without any ounce of self-preservation, he entered the call and started asking questions, starting with why the fuck is he on the damned server.
Turns out, George always joins a call every time he works on stuff Tommy asks him to do. It just so happens that he couldn't find what's wrong on one particular section of the code, so instead of literally going out of his room, drag Dream inside, and ask for help, he added him in the server, where George made Dream join the voice call, screenshared his screen, and demanded that Dream help him.
Girlboss moment, to be honest.
In the end, Dream just never left, and eventually, they just hangout there when George is too lazy to bother him in real life.
Oh, and Dream was the guy that's housing George in America, specifically, Florida.
Now, it's general knowledge that Florida is a dodgy ass place, and there's a shit ton of weird people living there. Why the fuck would you want to go there, and go as far as live there, too?
There's already too many people living there, why would Gog want to be part of that place?
Because apparently, Dream is his best friend and is the only one that can provide him a roof under his head for the time being, if not, permanently soon.
Okay, George. Tommy personally thinks that your bestfriend is him and not Dream, but okay.
Okay, Gogy.
"Okay, Big D."
A sigh, before a smacking of lips was heard from the other line. "Tommy, we've talked about this."
For Tommy, Dream wasn't the most fun guy ever, but he's also not the quietest. When they first met, Dream was helping George on another mod on a call, even though they were in the same house. Dream was barely talking and kept on muting himself. George brushed it off like it was nothing, and Tommy wasn't that interested even though he occasionally gets the feeling of wanting to know everything and somehow make it about himself.
To be fair, if he isn't the main character of his own life, then who? Tubbo?
Nah.
He can have a special ep in Season 17, but Tommy is still the main thing.
As always.
But after a while of just hanging out with Gogs and making sure his mods were doing fine, Dream turned out to be… someone similar to him.
Only because he keeps on laughing at stupid things, something that Tommy tends to do so.
They're still very much different, and Dream only laughs at the shit George (and occasionally, Tommy) says.
The dude probably has a crush on his best friend. Poor guy, really. He's doing too much to make sure George doesn't second doubt his humor.
Tommy has to admit, some of the 'jokes' that George says aren't even funny at all, but for some reason, Dream finds it the funniest shit on earth.
It's either because he's flirting with him, or he's a wrongin who laughs at the wrong things.
He probably laughs at orphans crying.
Evil green bastard.
Anyway, besides all of that, Dream isn't half-bad, he'd had conversations with him that aren't painfully awkward, and it's even kinda shocking at how comfortable Tommy is in making fun of him.
He's pretty chill, and he's easy to bully because he doesn't get offended at all. Even when Tommy goes out of his way to insult his odd Minecraft skin.
That shade of green should be illegal.
Then again, they haven't interacted that much, but if George is best friends with this Floridian man, he doesn't have a problem that's going to occur any time soon.
He hopes.
Nothing bad ever happens to Big Man Tomathy Kraken Danger Innit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Small D, D-money. Dre. Something something about you not wanting to be called a slang for penis by a minor. I'm going to be an adult next year you know," Tommy scoffs. "By the way, am I going to get the map for the seed by default when we start? I don't think I told George that."
"I don't think anyone would appreciate being called a reproductive organ, Tommy," Dream chuckles, before a series of typing on the keyboard could be heard from his side of the call. "I sent you the snapshots your builder sent George so you don't have to look at them during your recording and spoil your bit early on."
"Oh! Too chey. Thanks, boss man," Tommy scrolls through the jpeg files that Dream has sent him through Discord. "What about people named Dick? They don't have a choice but to be called the name with the same definition as a penis."
He had seen 0.05% of his comments suggest that he should start using shaders in his mod videos so it would look better.
Too chey, 0.05% of his comments, too chey.
And it's true, shaders would make his video better. His friend and often guest at his videos, Charlie Slimecicle, discovered shaders one day, and never stopped using it.
Whenever it's his point of view, his texture pack would have shaders, and to be fair, it did look quite good.
And looking at the map, as it was surrounded by water with a giant pirate ship, a nice texture pack would make the video lovely.
But, ehhhh, his main goal is to make sure that most of his audience are far from being comfortable. He would like himself to be a 'discomfort' streamer of many.
He also used to use shaders in the intro of his earlier videos, and that was the time when he wanted to please everyone.
So, nah.
It doesn't decrease the video's quality, anyway.
Low quality videos are often the funniest.
"You're welcome, Tommy— I don't know and I don't want to say anything about it," Dream does this little odd wheeze of him, like he's a whistling kettle, and Tommy concludes that people who laugh like that are evil, despite having a weird laugh himself.
Tubbso is surprised they call Big Q the 'Ipad Kid' instead of him.
Ranboo then explains that Tommy acts more like an old man stuck in a Minecraft player's body.
No, he's bloody not! Mans is youthful, like a baby fresh out of the oven! If you look closely enough, his teeth are barely there!
Okay, the last two bits were lies, but that's what everything is made out of nowadays.
Lies.
Tommy further squints on his screen, pushing his hair back and reaching out on the side of his desk to grab a butterfly hairpin, before pinning his bangs back with practiced ease.
A long and pregnant silence fell between them, before Tommy speaks up once more.
"Okay, I like the ship, it's fucking awesome! Gogs is surely taking his time getting all his piss out, ain't he?" Tommy mindlessly says, playing the clip of a player driving the ship, and nodding to himself.
People who code stuff are so fucking cool. It hurts Tommy's brain just thinking about how they got the whole ass vehicle moving.
He briefly wonders if he could spin it around like one of Tubbo's viral Tiktok clips, but with a large pirate ship this time, but the ship might bug out when it turns diagonally, because that's how Minecraft works.
Nevermind.
Views would have to wait, then.
"He probably forgot he was even working on this and took a shit. Worse, he's taking a shower," Dream mumbles, typing as he speaks, making sure that every line is correct in order to avoid bugs.
"You've just placed such a vile image in my brain— you are such an evil man, Dream," Tommy practically whines. He does not want to picture someone taking a shit, especially if it's George.
He could talk about his own poo moments any time of day, but he does not want to picture someone actually doing it.
It's just down right horrendous.
Discussing poo habits is different from thinking about someone taking a shit.
Absolutely vile.
"Ooh, am I?" Dream teases. "A little, maybe… Eh, I'm doing this for free, so."
"Dude, what do you even do? As in, like, for work?" Tommy, again, couldn't bother to actually know at first, (especially since he's American) but despite how dry Dream was in responding to conversations, he's a pretty mysterious guy.
And you know Tommy Innit likes satisfying the itch his brain gets when he gets the correct answers.
He seems to have all the time in the world, even though George claims that he has so much shit to do in his job, or whatever.
Why the fuck is he coding for Tommy for free, then?
"I'm a software contractor. I get clients, they ask me to do stuff, like apps and games. I also do the code work for robots if the client's request from the agency is too complex for junior programmers, Minecraft mods when I'm bored," Dream hums, and Tommy couldn't help but gape.
What the, this guy is a nerd!
LOL.
"You probably get zero bitches, then," Tommy casually comments. Dream shouts a surprised 'WOW' before laughing his ass off for an alarmingly long time, as if he was laughing at something that Tommy didn't know.
He technically is, but to Tommy, he's just laughing at the absurdity of his sentence, and proudly puffs his chest to no one.
It's an honor to make even the most humorless people laugh.
Like BadBoyHalo.
"You could say that," Dream says after a while. Because his boyfriend isn't a bitch, right?
Could he even fall to the category?
Sometimes. Occasionally.
"Could say what?" George finally says after doing whatever the fuck he did in the bathroom.
"Nothing," Dream says.
"That Dream gets zero bitches," Tommy smugly follows up.
George bursts out giggling like an idiot.
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"Do you know Tommy implied you were a bitch on a call I had with him earlier?" Dream says the moment
"Wow, okay, good mornin' to you too," Technoblade's raspy voice and disheveled hair greets Dream like a breeze of air, easing his skin from the ridiculous Floridian humidity. Technoblade told him to start opening his windows once in a while, because at this point, he needs to start touching the actual sky, instead of the grass, apparently.
He's not that down bad.
Okay maybe jokingly suggesting they do sexual intercourse via video call when Technoblade was showing him the new HD facecam, light equipment and improved sound proofing that Dream got for him on a discord call was pretty bad.
It got awkward for a few days because Techno could not stop leaving the call each time Dream called him by one of the nicknames he told him while telling the joke, which was 'babe.'
Fucking 'babe.'
Okay.
It was just a suggestion!
And Techno is free to accept or reject the offer anytime.
Dream would gladly set his own equipment up so the quality would be the same!
Kidding, the joke was badly worded and Dream shouldn't have said anything remotely close to that.
He'll try again when they're six months in.
Or not.
"Hello Ter," Dream's scuffed facecam could show the way his face brightened as he watched his boyfriend sleepily rub his eyes, his other hand holding his glasses.
They started using facecam in their calls when Dream accidentally clicked it when he was attempting to leave the call. Technoblade then told him to leave it as that, and spent a good minute in silence observing each other.
With every second, both of their cheeks were rapidly reddening, before Techno ended the call, and Dream sat there with a malfunctioning brain, focusing on the two times that Techno bit his lip while checking him out.
They never turned their facecams off ever again.
"I think I skipped a chapter here. Why exactly did he call me that?" Dream watched as Techno opened the mini fridge behind him.
It's obvious who won the mini fridge debate they had the first time they met each other.
He had fully convinced his beloved to get a mini fridge, which were working numbers since Technoblade always drinks a bottle of water minutes after waking up.
And yes, there has been a change in his schedule. He would call Dream first, before doing his routines. He'd take a shower an hour after he woke up, get himself some breakfast dinner, and chat with Dream until it's time for him to do chores.
Funny how a month of being in a relationship could change you.
Not much, but the acknowledgement is there.
Priorities are changing, but the intent is the same.
"I was helping George for Tommy's YouTube video," Dream emphasizes the 'YouTube', and grins when Techno rolls his eyes as he was gulping his water bottle down. Ehem. He hasn't uploaded in a while. "Then he joined the vc and asked me what my job was. When I told him what it was, he told me, and I quote, 'You probably get zero bitches, then.' But we both know it's not true so it's kinda funny," Dream shrugs, leaning back with a small smirk on his face.
He could see the way that Techo looked at him, shirt riding up a little bit. He pursed his lips, before tilting his head. "So you're implyin' that I'm your… bitch, then?"
Dream stutters forward, grasping at his desk as he shakes his head. "No! That's what Tommy said, not me!"
"To be fair, he's right. All you get is me, a college dropout with no qualifying credentials to be a bitch. But I am yours so, eh. Give or take," Technoblade casually says. Dream slowly blinks.
Oh. He's getting good at flirting.
HE'S GETTING GOOD AT FLIRTING.
Dream knows it's bound to happen somehow, with all the 'relatable' relationship related Tiktoks they send each other, along with his failed attempts at romance, but my goodness is he not prepared for this moment to happen.
Sike, he is.
"Oh I'm taking alright. But that's kinda gay, baby."
"Uh."
Techno immediately leaves the call.
The blonde bursts out laughing, and spams him in their DM's, shoulders shaking with every sound.
Dream
COME BACK
IM SORRY
LMAAAOOO
TERRRRRRRRRRRRR
TERRRRRRRRRRRRR
TERRRRRRRRRRRRR
The chime of someone joining the call was heard.
It's not Dream's fault he falls for it every time.
"Why are you so against with me calling you that?" Dream rests his palm on his wide desk, a fake frown on his lips. Techno runs a frustrated hand through his face, mirroring his frown. "That was one time!"
"One time is too many," He grumbles, thinking about every other time that Dream used that word both intentionally and unintentionally, absolutely red in the face. "This is torture."
"I did say I'll never mention it again, I'm a man of my words. Your man," He winks, referencing Techno's attempt of flirting back at him. It will always be a known fact that he's competitive, so maybe he did find out what their rivalry is for.
And it's for who can romance the other better strategically.
So far, Dream has been winning by a landslide, and that's okay to him. Because the day that Technoblade is confident enough to continuously attempt to shake his heart back and forth like a yogurt drink is the day he dies.
He doesn't think he can mentally handle a Technoblade who knows which strings he should tug to get a rise out of him.
For now, he's happily indulging in the furrow of his brows and the frustrated sighs that keep coming out of his mouth.
"Alright. We're moving on from this conversation. Birthday plans, go."
It's Dream's birthday in a few days. Sadly, Sapnap and George won't be home for his birthday because something came up, and George needs someone to accompany him to Los Angeles. He has yet to tell them what the fuck he's up to, and Dream's mom refuses to not have his son home for his birthday.
They get to have him for most of the time, so this is only one of her barely existing wishes, even though that she's not the one who's celebrating the occasion.
So, yeah, that's that.
"Nothing at all, my boyfriend and I are going to stay up late till the clock hits twelve, stuff our faces with separately bought Taco Bell and talk about the future," Techno intently watches him as he talks, lips twitching and quirking upwards with every word coming out of his lips.
Hm.
"Boyfriend… You should start sayin' that more."
"Do you like it when I call you that?"
"It brings me an ounce of joy. Yep."
Techno finally realized that he'll get the things he wanted faster if he just stayed honest.
Besides, Dream doesn't tease him for that, unlike what other people do.
He's very much independent, but his capabilities of doing things on his own won't get to make Dreams the things he wants him to do, like call him certain nicknames and wake him up on time.
It's the little things that don't have to do with whether or not he can pay for his own bills, and he loves it every single time. It's not bad to lean on someone once in a while.
"Just an ounce? Okay, boyfriend. I'll start calling you boyfriend, boyfriend," And of course, Dream, his little shit of a lover, never fails to make Techno want to punch him in the face and kiss him silly at the same time.
God, he's whipped.
"I said more, not 'use that at least once in every sentence you say.' The fact that Tommy, of all people, implied that you're a nerd is bafflin'," It made sense that the only types of people suited for other people are ones in the same subject, but different branches.
Whereas, in science, where you have a lot of physics, chemical science, and biology that are somehow related to each other.
Dream is a 'Computer' Nerd, and Techno is a 'Book' Nerd. They also have a nerdly passion for Minecraft. It makes sense.
Says a lot about how wrong 'Opposites attract,' is.
Because look at them! They're homosexual, they're nerds, and they're having the time of their life! People would be in better relationships if they stopped pursuing people with different opinions as them. Like racist people.
Please don't date racist people. Don't let them reproduce, please.
"Says the one who was an English major," Dream snickers. Techno took another sip of his water, indulging in the warm feeling that nuzzles within his chest with every second spent with this random dude he met online.
He's happy.
"Was! Keyword: was! Man, I literally mentioned that I was a college dropout earlier!" Techno exclaims, placing his water bottle underneath his chair. "But uh, yeah. I like your plan, but I would like to pitch in an idea, if I may."
Dream straightens up, humming for confirmation as Techno settles more comfortably in his chair and takes his ponytail off, allowing his chest-length hair to fall freely on his back. He forgot to take it off when he went to bed earlier.
Now he's going to have that weird indentation on the middle part, lengthwise section of his hair. Goddang it.
"What gift am I getting? Is it a Technoblade stream?" Dream guesses, and Technoblade stopped combing the ends of his hair with his fingers to raise a teasing eyebrow at him.
It's been a month since Techno streamed, due to priorities. He's still mainly a Youtuber, although it's been longer since he last uploaded a video. But lately, he doesn't feel like streaming.
He used to stream to fill the loneliness he gets within his chest in times of his brain producing mean and ugly thoughts with no one to spend it with, and although doing video content is his one and only job, he's financially comfortable enough to take breaks once in a while.
Besides, he not alone anymore. He still falls into a spiral of self-hatred and lack of motivation to get anything done once in a while, but he doesn't have to face it by himself any more. He might not verbally share his thoughts because what the fuck, he doesn't want to trauma dump and destroy the mood, but knowing that Dream is there to overlap the bad feelings, is something that he never knew could help.
Off stream hours all alone, with nothing but the sounds of netherite boots sprinting through red nether bricks in the dead of the night, turned into late night chats with a person with a familiar face, running around the overworld on the look for villager zombies to cure and trade with.
His mental health is better than ever, and he hopes nothing ruins the tiny moments they share.
"You'd rather watch me on a livestream than hang out with me in real life?"
"What?"
"I mean, uh, well. Our, the, the date in which, we uh, confirmed that we are, like— I'm gonna be honest with you man I forgot what I wanted to say," Techno looks away, and unknowingly pouts.
He wanted to say that, maybe, just maybe, they can celebrate their 1st monthsary together, because they didn't get to do so last month. Their next monthsary is two weeks ahead of Dream's birthday, so he wants to celebrate that too.
But he's shy, awkward, and doesn't even know what they're going to do.
All Techno wants is to be with him for that day.
"Find your words, I'm listening," Dream patiently says, internally dying.
He's too old to experience such a youthful moment. Like an awkward teen trying to confess to the popular weird kid. The anticipation, the thrill.
He feels young.
"I wanna be with you, uh, for your… birthday," Techno carefully says, pursing his lips. He gave up on combing his hair, and was nervously fiddling the ends of the strands.
Dream's mouth gapes in a noiseless scream, heart beating so fast that it shakes up his previously resting body. The flow of circulation is so quick that it makes him feel lightheaded.
Or maybe it was because of what Techno said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then," Dream covers his mouth due to the big grin that he couldn't erase off his mouth. Shit.
He loves him, so so much.
Techno started mirroring him. Just two men looking at each other with crinkled eyes, covered mouths and hearts that attempt to beat as one.
"See you next week?"
"See you next week."
"... You know, you never got to introduce me to Tommy like you promised him."
"... Eh. He'll find it out on his own, he's a smart kid."