Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 12- Nightmare's Debut

Another long chapter, sorry, I got carried away

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"I'm warm, I'm warm," Dream promised, trying to kick the blankets off of his body. Wilbur snorted and pulled them back up, obviously not believing him. The movie continued in the background, but Dream was focused solely on his boyfriend. The thought made him smile. FINALLY!

After who knows how long they spent on the driveway, Dream started to shiver violently and Wilbur took them both inside. He slipped outside for only a moment longer to hide the motorcycle, and then he came back in.

A few minutes later, both were in comfortable clothes and snuggled up together in a blanket, watching a movie. Both of the younger ones were asleep, so they didn't disturb them.

"So," Dream had said awkwardly, accepting the thick blanket. "What now?"

"Well I like you," Wilbur said plaintively, "and you seem like me. So we are together. Sound good?"

"Yep," Dream responded, pulling him down and snuggling against him. "Now get down here honeycakes, I want body heat."

Wilbur flushed and snickered, shaking his head but allowing himself to be dragged into Dream's embrace.

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say sugar."

They went back and forth, calling each other ridiculous pet names and jabbing each other in the side for the more explicit jokes. Eventually they settled down and picked a movie, leaving them in the position they were in now. Wilbur had an arm around Dream's shoulders and Dream had his head on the other's shoulder. Their legs were in a messy, tangled heap under their blanket, which Dream kept trying to get rid of.

"Seriously Will, I'm fine!"

"Is a blanket really going to kill you?"

"I might start to sweat, and then I'll be stinky," Dream threatened, getting a laugh out of the other.

Wilbur opened his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed. He let go of Dream, leaning to grab the device. Dream sighed sadly at the loss of contact as Will opened his phone. To Dream's surprise, he burst into laughter.

"Will?"

"Look-look at this," he giggled. Dream took the phone and started laughing as well. Phil had sent Will a picture of Techno hitting a guy over the head with a chair. Phil was in the corner of the photo, his singular blue eye looking disappointed.

The caption read, "you've gotta be fucking kidding. Techno's drunk, someone called the cops, and I'm pretty sure there's a goddess in the room. Be home soon, I've gotta clean this fight up."

Wilbur took his phone back and texted a response, most likely telling them to get home soon. Or maybe something about murder, Dream didn't quite know at that point. Dream smiled, leaning his head on him again. It was so peaceful in his embrace, so perfect. There was nothing in the world that he would give in exchange for this.

"They'll be home soon," Will said, setting the phone down and kissing the top of his head. He was surprisingly affectionate.

"I'm glad they're okay."

"Well, Phil is probably immortal at this point, he refuses to tell us how old he is. And Technoblade never dies so..."

"How did that even start," Dream asked with a snort.

"He got shot multiple times when we were breaking Tommy out of jail. The next day, he was walking around like it was nothing. He's practically unkillable at this point."