Dreamswap Oneshots

Normal day for two married idiots in love (Drue)

Please refer to the previous one-shot "Loneliness" to get the context of the AT used here.

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"Blue, is that my hoodie?" Dream asked, already knowing the answer. The man had just returned from one of his countless trials because of Nightmare's shenanigans. He was in the middle of putting his coat in the entrance when he noticed his husband unceremoniously sprawled on the couch, covered only by shorts and a faded yellow hoodie that looked twice his size.

Said man rolled over to look at him, azure eyes eyeing him up and down. "I'll never get over how gorgeous you look in a suit."  He said, completely ignoring Dream's question. How typical of him.

The lawyer rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face still. "You're a dork." He shook his head, finally letting go of his coat and approaching the couch. "You should be eating dinner, so what are you doing?"

The nut-brown-haired man turned again to look at his husband, his lips twitching upward. "I was waiting for you, we still have time anyways." He raised his arms toward him while he was talking, hands opening and closing in Dream's direction. "You did take a while today, I demand an apology cuddle."

"Blue, I haven't changed yet." The smaller one frowned with a pout, which stayed for about a second until a smug look made its way on his face.

"Well if you needed help with that, you should have just asked~" A wink accompanied the sentence, to which Dream's cheeks heated up slightly.

"I don't need help with anything, thank you very much." He was about to leave when Blue grabbed him by the wrist.

"Come on Angel, don't leave me alone again. I'm bored." Blue whined childishly, trapping Dream's arm in his. "I almost died because of the silence you know? So hug me nooow"

"Blue, I'll dirty your clothes-- well, my hoodie, if I hug you right now. Plus you own enough clothes as is, you don't need to steal from my closet." Blue's hold on Dream's arm tightened.

"Who cares about that?" He pressed his forehead against his forearm with a pout. "We can always just wash them. Also, I know I don't need to but it's not my fault if your clothes are comfortable! Plus they have your smell so wearing them makes me feel like you're here with me so I don't feel as lonely."

Dream felt his cheeks flared up. Goodness, that man was able to say such cute things like it was nothing. A sigh escaped him as he was forced to accept his fate. Throughout the few months they've been dating, Dream learned that Blue had a very strong grip and absolutely nothing could make him let go of you once he had latched onto you.

Without saying a single word, Dream laid down next to Blue who grinned and quickly snuggled into his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around his torso and their legs tangled with one another, forming an absolute mess of limbs.

The lawyer let out a small exhale as his head dug into the pillow, one of his arms working on circling the other's waist as the other ran a hand through his chestnut locks, earning a little purr from the other.

"So how was work today? Not too tiring I hope?" Blue inquired, eyes closing to fully enjoy the experience of Dream petting his hair. Sometimes, he wondered if he didn't have any cat DNA inside of his body because he sure acted like one at times.

"It was... fine." The other answered, absently rubbing little circles on the other's back. "Nightmare set another house on fire is all."

Blue chuckled at Dream's hopeless tone, heaving himself higher to press a quick kiss on his lips. "It's nothing out of the ordinary so why the long face honey?"

The attorney decided to ignore how his face increased in temperature at the nickname or how warm he suddenly felt. "He blew up the mayor's house this time, that's why."

Silence dawned over the room for a few seconds, letting Blue process the information. Once the meaning of the words settled down, he burst out laughing, chest vibrating from laughter as wheezes replaced his usual calm breaths.

"Oh my god-" He snickered, muffling his amused sounds in Dream's shirt. "I'm sorry but this is hilarious-"

Dream let out a groan. "You wouldn't be saying the same thing if you were in my place, that trial was a pain in the butt." Eventually, Blue's laughter died down enough for him to say a sentence without getting interrupted by a wheezy breath.

"I'm sure you did just fine, you always somehow win Nightmare's trials even though you have no case." He reassured him, nuzzling Dream's neck now that he was in the right angle to do so.

"The fact I keep winning them is truly a miracle, I have no idea how I manage to do that." Dream smiled at the action but was so distracted by it that the hand on Blue's hair stopped moving.

The latter backed away a bit to glare at the other. "You stopped. Keep petting me."

Dream chortled, bringing him closer again and resuming said petting. At the return of the beloved gesture, the man let out a satisfied suspiration and went back to pressing himself as close as possible to Dream. The sweet scent of vanilla that usually followed his boyfriend everywhere lingered in the air and filled his nose, the smell was pleasant and associated with his beloved so he sure wasn't complaining about it.

Dream couldn't quite see his face, since it was buried in his neck, but he could feel how happy Blue was which inevitably made him crack yet another smile.

Now, can you guess who are the two idiots in love who forgot about dinner because of how busy cuddling they were?