There's a thin line between Love and Hate (Dreambur)

Self-centred dick

Wilbur had not thought this through at all.

He had successfully managed to sneak dream in with no one seeing. (Or he thought he had) and had fixed him up.

But he had no idea how he gonna get him out in the morning.

Oh well he decided that that was future Wilbur's problem.

"Oh dreammmm."

"What now?" Dream groaned.

"Oh come on, you could at least try to be nice."

Dream glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that, we should do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, something fun."

"Like what?"

"Can you stop saying that."

Dream just walked away into a different room.

Wilbur sighed. This was gonna be a long night.

Wilbur walked into the room Dream had gone into. It was Wilbur's bedroom.

He sat down on the bed next to Dream.

"Soooooo is there anything you would like to do?"

"You."

"Excuse me?!"

Dream wheezed at Wilbur's face.

Wilbur jokingly shoved him, "you sound like a tea kettle."

Dream gasped dramatically, "how dare you!"

"Who knew the admin of the server, the big green man himself, laughs like a fucking teakettle."

"Big green man?" Dream was now laughing so hard he looked like was about to choke.

"HEY Tommy made the name OK?!"

"Mmm sure."

"Shut up you idiot, you're gonna rip your stitches."

"I literally do not care." Dream stopped laughing and fell back onto the bed.

He's blonde hair hair was spread out on the pillows and he looked genuinely happy, or at least Wilbur thought he did, it was kind of hard to tell cause of the mask.

"I know I'm gorgeous but you don't have to stare at me."

"Wha-." Dream pulled Wilbur down into the bed next to him.

Wilbur looked at Dream confused, Dream just stared up at the ceiling.

Wilbur went to say something but decided against and instead shifted a little to make himself comfy and stared at the ceiling.

He wondered why Dream was just lying here, he wondered why Dream had kissed him, he wondered of Dream was still thinking about the kiss, he wondered if Dream had told anyone, he wondered if Dream felt-

"This is nice." Dream's voice broke Wilbur's train of thought.

Wilbur turned onto his side to see Dream already looking at him.

Dream slowly reached out to trace Wilbur's jawline.

Wilbur hesitated, "it is?"

Dream quickly took his hand away as if Wilbur's skin had burned him.

Dream sighed and looked back up at the ceiling, "we don't do much at home."

"What do you mean?"

"We just...don't do much. We do stuff obviously but never fun stuff. We never go on walks, or picnics, or play games or watch movies, we don't even eat together anymore."

"Really?" Wilbur was surprised, the dream team had always seemed inseparable and happy.

"I don't even think they like me much anymore."

Wilbur panicked at how broken Dream's voice sounded.

This was the leader of the smp, the man hundreds of people feared, his war enemy and he sounded like he was about to cry.

Wilbur quickly rolled back over and went to wrap his arms around Dream but was met with an elbow to the stomach.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dream hissed.

Wilbur paused, "w-well you sounded upset so I wanted to-."

Dream scoffed, "you wanted to what? Hug me? Comfort me? Kiss me? Is that what you wanted Wilbur? Please, I'm not an idiot you know, I know why I'm here."

Wilbur's Brain was running at 100 miles per hour but it stopped when Dream said that, "what do you mean 'why you're here'?"

Dream glared at him, "Its pretty fucking obvious, you're really bad at being subtle."

Wilbur gulped, suddenly realising how little space there was between him and Dream. He wondered what would happen if he kissed Dream right now.

"You're trying to get info." What?

"You're bringing me here, bring all nicey nice and making jokes and then when u get sad you'll be there to make sure I'm ok right? Get me to tell you everything just so you can use it against me in the future? Well it won't fucking work. Not this time."

Wilbur wondered what Dream meant by "not this time".

"Well say something! I figured out your little plan Soot."

"You're a self-centred dick." Thinking back maybe he should've chosen his words more carefully.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"I called you a self-centred dick, it's not all about you Dream. I brought you here because you were hurt and could've died. Stop acting like everything I do has some alternative motive. I'm doing this because I care."

Wilbur realised what he had said and his eyes widened.

Dream stared at him, "you care?"

It didn't come out in the teasing manipulative tone Wilbur thought it would but instead was soft and questioning.

Wilbur turned again to find Dream staring at him, "I mean yeah I guess so."

"Why?"

Wilber shrugged, he knew full well why he cared about Dream so much but it wasn't like he could tell him that.
"I guess I was just raised to care about everybody no matter who they were or what they'd done."

Dream sighed, "You're lucky, You must've had good parents, mine were shit."

"Really?"

"Yeah I try not to remember them. I ran away when I was 13 and never looked back." Wilbur was shocked and was realising just how little he actually knew about Dream.

"I'm sorry." Because he was, whatever Dream had gone through was clearly bad.

"It's fine, can we go to sleep now I'm tired."

"Yeah of course."

And with that the two lay down on the bed and fell asleep, both too tired to realise they were still in their clothes and that they were sleeping in the same bed when there was spare room next door.

A/N

So it's been a month, Im sorry tbh I did not realise it had been that long, I thought it had been like a week since I updated, Ive been writing this chapter for 5 days cause it just went on and on and I didn't know where to stop it. Anyway this was a kind of bad chapter but oh well. There will be more out as soon as possible.
Please comment it feels weird knowing people had read this but not know what hey think 😅.Till next time- Author