Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Prison makes you touch starved 2

By this point, Quackity wasn't coming for a while, neither was Sam actually, both had practically disappeared, and that gave Dream a confusing sense of hope. It was certainly strange, although at least they still had a steady stream of potatoes. And a bell. Did he mention that? They have a bell now for some reason Techno has failed to properly explain.

Anyway, that wasn't the current issue, the current issue was this one stupid piece of obsidian that he was losing to. When Techno had first proposed the straightforward digging escape plan he had complained, but was up to trying it for a bit, as the alarm system was one of the more finicky parts of the prison anyway. However, they haven't even gotten to that point yet.

The first time he tried to punch the obsidian, he had gotten pretty far along, more than halfway in fact, but ever since then he'd been getting worse. How could he be getting worse? Doesn't practice make perfect? By this point his tears had all but flushed out the toilet.

Having lost horribly once more he flopped backwards, ignoring the pain of his bones on stone, and screamed in frustration, red eyes and tear stains prominent. This obviously alerted Techno, who was doing who knows what before, not like he could tell. From his ants perspective view, Techno looked like a skyscraper.

"You need another break?" After all this time, Techno was practically unfazed by Dream's failure. It was a blessing and a curse.

Usually a break meant cuddling, sometimes a bit of making out, but Dream was kind of done with those. They certainly had their place, but it was far from right now. "I'd rather not move."

"We can see if the potatoes are good, though I doubt it."

"No! Stop trying to help, if anything, you're part of the problem!" Dream shouted out of nowhere. He didn't know where the anger came from, but he was finally feeling something, it actually felt good to yell and complain for once, without the watchful eye of Sam. So he continued to shout from the floor. "Actually, why am I even doing this right now?! You're strong, you're tough, you still have great endurance! Why don't you do it?!"

He needed a second to catch his breath. "And don't give me that crap about sleep either! Just because I don't need sleep doesn't mean I can stay active for days! Just because you need sleep doesn't mean you'll die if you don't get your eight hours a night!! Oh look at me, if I don't fall asleep at the exact right second I'll die on the spot!" The silly voice he was making sounded nothing like Technoblade. "That's how I gained pseudo immortality, by becoming vulnerable at inhumanly regular intervals!"

After a second to catch his breath, Dream continued without the voice. "You know what the perfect plan is?! Put the guy who's been tortured and malnourished and trapped in a box for almost a year in charge of the endurance task! Makes perfect sense to use the super weak, abused one, yup! Do you enjoy punching down that much?! Look, I'm shorter than you right now! Come on, punch me!"

As he let new tear tracts form and his frantic breathing stabilize, Techno sighed. "Stand up."

"Are you serious?!?!!? Have you listened to a single word I've said?!"

"Stand up!" He yelled with a force Dream couldn't ignore. Against his body's will, he scrambled up until they were eye to eye, staring into each other's souls. "You have to break that block because it's hard. You have to break that block because you can't right now. You have to break that block because it's going to be the easiest thing you will do for the rest of your life. It doesn't mean a thing if I break it, if I even touch it, it loses all meaning. This is your battle, this is your own brain, this is whatever messed up thoughts bounce around in your noggin."

For but a second Dream glanced away, contemplating the words. Techno grabbed his shoulders and whipped him back to eye contact before continuing. "I know you're having a hard time, but that's exactly why you need to keep trying, to overcome those mental obstacles. You're right, you are weak right now. But don't you want that to change?"

"Ye-yeah." Stuttered Dream, shocked by the sudden kindness.

"Then I don't care how long it'll take, I don't care how many breaks you need, or what kind of breaks, you're going to destroy that block, yes or no?"

"Yeah..." Techno gave him a stern look. "Yes!"

"Good." He smiled, sweetly with affection seeping from his eyes. "Now how can I help?"

Dream stood contemplative for a moment, his whole body still feeling unable to move from his previous efforts, the warm pressure of Techno's strong, calloused hands still on his shoulders, grounding him both literally and figuratively. "Hug." He settled on, not lifting his arms.

"The other way?" Techno asked. It made sense, usually Dream was the one to squeeze out his feelings until he couldn't breathe, but now he was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

"I don't want my feet on the floor." He clarified.

Smiling again, Techno immediately wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him up, trapping his arms and not even letting the tips of his toes drag against the rough ground. Dream was fully encompassed in strength and soft warmth from the fat on Techno's chest. They stayed like that for a while, Dream resting his head on Techno's fur lined shoulder, Techno occasionally giving pats on his back, muttering whispers of affection. When he closed his eyes, it was almost as if Dream was somewhere else, away from his prison, away from the craggy walls. He wasn't feeling the heat from the lava encasing them, only the heat from Techno, from this person who cared about him.

Eventually his stomach growled. "Maybe I need food too." Dream laughed. The sudden absence of Techno's heavy warmth was somewhat jarring, but he also knew he wasn't far away, and wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"I still doubt they're cooked, but here." Techno said, tossing him a large one. Its skin was blackened and charred, but it didn't burn his skin, although that might've been Dream's hands having gotten used to it. Biting in, the potato was pleasantly warm. Not any less hard, it was still far from what a cooked one should be, but it was warm. He liked it. "Yup, just like I thought." Techno spoke up, having finished his own. "We'll be lucky if they don't rot before they get fully cooked."

"Still, thank you."

"No problem."

After their meal and some time writing nonsense in a book, Dream decided to get back to work. It went well for a while, the snails pace progress not quite as agonizing as it was before, but unfortunately it didn't last long. He got frustrated and restless and then stopped. Like he always did, for no real reason.

"Nice, I think that was longer than your first attempt." Techno commented.

"Really?"

"Well it's hard to tell, but it's definitely longer than usual."

With the sliver of hope, Dream got started again, but soon he was back to being as hopeless as before. "Techno!" He whined. "Hug!"

From behind him there was surprised murmuring. "Keep working, you haven't stopped yet."

"Both!" Dream demanded, unashamed of how he was acting like a child. A few seconds later there were footsteps then a heavy pressure on his back. Techno then squeezed his arms around his chest, leaving Dream free to keep punching, and rested his head on Dream's shoulder, sighing a bit.

Techno's warmth squished against his back, gravity adding to the weight of it, and Dream felt as his body pushed against it, the muscles used exclusively to keep his own bones together now working overtime. On his chest, the only thing between his core and Techno's rough, bare hands was the thin fabric of his jumpsuit. It felt amazing and increasingly motivating, his hands moving on their own while he worked, leaving his brain to relax.

A yawn then came from his shoulder, Techno must be tired. "Sorry, you can go to sleep now."

"Are you all better?" Dream couldn't answer. "Then I'm staying, don't worry about me."

"But..."

"Weren't you the one who said that just because I need sleep doesn't mean I'll die without it?"

"Haha, true, this is what your punishment is for forcing me to do this." Techno laughed sleepily, his low voice vibrating through them both, making Dream feel even more relaxed as he mindlessly punched their toilet. He was excited to see how far he'd get through this time.

{can you tell this is therapy for me? 🙃}