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ALSO I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE POLL I'M JUST GOING THROUGH SOME BAD ART BLOCK AND MOTIVATION ISSUES! It will arrive. Sometime soon hopefully, but it will arrive. A smexy fanart of Jaredbur will be coming your way
ONTO THE ACTUAL STORY
Dream and Wilbur walked back to Wilburs apartment complex, Wilbur was carrying some of Dreams luggage (he brought a lot) despite Dream's protest. It was a mostly peaceful walk back, early evening with a golden sky. Dream had said that the color of the sky reminded him of how George saw him yellow, the comment was innocent but made Wilburs stomach start to churn. He changed the subject quickly, enough for Dream to notice immediately.
"You can take your mask off now if you want, I'm vaccinated."
Dream swallowed, "No it's not that, I just have...facial dysmorphia."
"Oh."
An awkward pause came but Dream broke it with a laugh,
"It's stupid I know—"
"It's not. It isn't my place to say, but Dream your beautiful. Your perfect in my eyes at least."
Dream looked at Wilbur,
He's lying, your ugly your ugly your ugly your ugly everyone can see go home hide hide your too ugly EVERYONE CAN SEE YOU ugly ugly lies lies lies ugly fat fat fat ugly GO HOME
"...thanks Wilbur."
Liar
...time skip...
Wilbur was in his living room while Dream was unpacking all of his things into the guest room. He opened his suitcase and looked at the jagged knife at the top of his clothes, he had bought it at the airport, odd that they sold them but they did so he just took advantage of it. He had promised Sapnap he wouldn't, but he didn't have to know. Nobody had to know. It could be discreet.
God he hated himself.
He hated his face, his body, his hair, his laugh, his personality, he sounded obnoxious when he laughed and he hated it. His face was fat and his stomach was disgusting, not only overweight (to him) but covered in scars. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of cuts littered his abs and stomach. It was a fair exchange for looking this way, he was too disgusting.
He took the knife and started dragging it back and forth on a fresh spot, it didn't hurt anymore, he was numb. After a few seconds he stopped and hide the knife away, putting his sweatshirt back on.
He exited his room and saw Wilbur lying stomach down on the couch, he was on his phone scrolling but Dream wasn't paying attention to that. Instead glancing at his ass unnoticed, but looking away quickly—red faced.
Then he walked silently behind Wilbur and poked his shoulder, making Wilbur shriek in surprise, jolting up and turning around to see Dream laughing his ass off.
"DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN!!! I ALMOST PISSED MYSELF!"
Then Dream wheezed, making Wilbur start to laugh, Dream's laugh had something special that made everyone laugh with him. It was something that Wilbur liked a lot about him. Not in that way obviously.
Your laugh is obnoxious and ugly. Your too loud. You should be quieter.
Dream stopped laughing, starting to feel sick. Wilbur kept giggling, confused on why Dream stoped so suddenly.
"So, loverboy. Ready to take me to Pizza Hut? Or did I come all this way just to scare you?"
Wilbur snorted, "Shut up. Once your ready I'll drive Dweam the Pwincess to take him on a date."
"I'm ready."
"Okay just give me a second."
"Oh yeah, gotta close the porn tab." Dream snorted.
"How'd you know?" Wilbur scoffed, playing along.
"You told me when you'd watch it, you said it was a kink of yours."
"No you asked me to record myself watching it."
"Yeah and then you said you'd do it shirtless for £5." (Or 5 dollars whatever you prefer :)
"OKAY ANYWAY. Enough with this porn bit, let's go."
...time skip...
Wilbur was ordering the pizza online, when he noticed Dreams hand was draping over to his side, hovering over his thigh. He was busy listening to the radio, in a daze looking out the window, so Wilbur slowly lifted his leg up to get his hand to touch him, immediately jolting back down in embarrassment.
"You alright? I think I accidentally touched your leg, did it scare you?"
Wilburs face was flushing reddish-pink, but he pulled together an answer.
"Nah. It just brushed up against. I'm not that much of a scaredy-cat."
"Beg to differ."
"Whatever, American."
"Watch it, Brit boy. I'm from Florida and I'll beat your ass." (Dirty minded smh)
Wilbur chuckled nervously, he had forgotten he was from Florida. He was in for a long few months living with a crazy person.
"Is Florida Man going to make a comeback in Brighton? Oh, the pizzas ready. I'll go get it. Stay here." Wilbur said, opening the car door and leaving to go inside.
Then tauntingly locked the door with Dream inside, making him eye Wilbur annoyed, but Wilbur only grinned and went inside. Dream wouldn't stand for this, so he opened his door, causing the car alarm to go off and Wilbur to look outside the window to see Dream wheezing in the passenger seat.
He paid for the pizza and rushed out the door to turn off the alarm,
"You are such a...never mind."
"Tell me."
"An ass."
Dream laughed, and started to wheeze again while Wilbur blushed in embarrassment.
"What's so funny?"
"W-When your upset you look adorable—" He wiped a tear from his eye, "—Like a puppy."
Wilbur aggressively put the car in reverse and exited the parking lot at 30 miles an hour,
"Oh someone's anxious to get home."
"Not my fault I'm antisocial." Wilbur huffed.
The rest of the drive was in comfortable silence, Dream opened the pizza box and took out a piece.
