-dreamnoblade-

11. hangover.

(CW: hangover, vomit)

technoblade..

techno up bright and early, the sunshine peeked through his curtains and beamed into his eyes

he sat up slowly feeling a horrible pain in his head and a twist in his stomach

the pinkette felt so confused, he had no idea what had happened, his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, his hand had some dried white crust, his head was hurting, his stomach felt like it was tied in a knot

what the hell happened?

techno looked around the room then looked over at his dead phone, seems like he forgot to plug in his phone last night

techno stood up from his bed slowly, feeling a little dizzy, when he felt a sudden rush run through his body

fuck.

the pinkette rushed to the bathroom his his hand against his mouth, he ran in the room and kneeled down infront of the toilet before letting everything come up

"techno? are you okay?" wilbur questioned standing in the doorway confused

techno tried to make him go away by waving his hand towards the brunette

"g-go" techno choked

"dude- are you sick??" wilbur looked a little confused

the pinkette let out a small grumble as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, he looked up at wilbur and spoke softly  "hung over"

"ahhh i see now" wilbur said with a small chuckle

techno sat there infront of the toilet a little nervous to drink water, he knew he had too but he didn't want to throw up again

he flushed the toilet before standing up weakly and stumbling to his bedroom to try to get more rest.

techno plugged in his phone and waited for it to power on, he missed dream alot and really wanted to hear his voice for comfort

techno hates throwing up.

techno quickly typed in his password when his phone powered on then immediately called dream

call

"hey baby! i miss you" dream exclaimed happily

"hey, i miss you too" techno spoke in a deep tired tone

"are you tired honey?" dream questioned with a small giggle, knowing what happened the previous night.

"yeah.." techno yawned before resting his head on his pillow

"do you know what happened last night?" dream giggled softly

"no" techno spoke

"we had phone sex" dream said, blushing quite alot

techno turned really red by this, him and clay had phone sex?? he couldn't believe it, though it does explain the white crust and his jeans.

"ohhhh, okay babe" techno leaned his head back before falling asleep slowly

"yeahh, i hope that doesn't make anything between us weird" dream spoke in a soft sad tone

"of course not, don't worry." techno reassured, as his eyes felt heavier

technos eyes shut

dream smiled softly at the silence knowing his boyfriend is peacefully sleeping on the other side of the call

dream will be home tomorrow morning, techno has no idea of it

sorry it's short, i wanted to write something quick and simple