what's stopping you?

he said the thing

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

wilbur is sitting on the bottom step of the blonde's staircase, tying his laces as he prepares to leave.

dream is standing a mere few feet away, leaning against the wall ahead of the brunette as they continue to talk.

they'd been speaking all afternoon, till the hours dripped through to evening and the sun set over the horizon, and wilbur thinks they'd happily talk until early hours of the morning if it wasn't for his mother calling him to come home for tea.

"i don't know," dream shrugs slightly, eyes fixed on wilbur's shoes, "i just sort of want one."

"you should ask sapnap for one," wilbur suggests, pulling on his second shoe, "he loves doing tattoos but doesn't get a lot of chances to, plus you know he'd do it properly."

dream hums thoughtfully, watching the simple movements of wilbur's fingers curling the laces- it's sort of mesmerising. "i might," he says, taking a moment before adding, "i'm sort of anxious to ask him though."

wilbur has noticed how the blond has been opening up more, and that makes him feel warm on the inside. dream had explained to him that he doesn't mind talking about his feelings and such, and that he's always straight-forward with punz about how he is feeling, but that he finds it difficult with other people because he doesn't want to overwhelm them or make them feel as though they are forced to listen and care.

wilbur promised that he'd say if he ever needed a break, and since then he's been loving any little insight that dream was willing to give on his feelings, treasuring each one like a miracle.

"i can ask for you, if you'd like," he offers easily, glancing up at the blond as he finishes the bow he'd been doing.

dream is smiling ever so slightly, and he replies, "i'd like that," in a voice so soft that wilbur thinks he could fall asleep to it.

wilbur smiles back as he gets up from the stairs.

he has no bag or anything, since he'd dropped his brothers off at home before coming back with punz and dream, so george had taken all of his school stuff for him.

wilbur is glad that, even now their english project has long ended, the two of them still hang out just as a pair. plus, without the distraction of work, they've had so much time to just talk and discuss interests and stuff: dream took the time to help wilbur with song lyrics and wilbur spent close to an hour listening to dream ramble on about coding, showing him plug-ins he'd made and such.

wilbur didn't really understand any of it, and coding isn't something he is particularly interested in learning about, but it was worth every second if simply for the way it made dream smile, or the excuse to hear the blonde's voice.

"guess i should be heading off then," he says as he makes his way over to the door, which dream goes to open for him. "i'll see you tomorrow," the brunette smiles, earning a single nod from the other.