𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖 // 𝕒 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔

𝟺•𝙳𝚊𝚢𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜•𝟺

Dream's POV:

I never broken a rule, never cheated, hurt, or stole. I was a 'good kid' as some would say. But that wasn't always true.

I held in the manipulating and lying. You see, I was an expert at getting away with things. But this, this moment right here, I couldn't lie my way out.

His breathing was heavy, dried. He looked at me with those brown orbs that bloomed in the day. His body grew ever closer to mine.

Wilbur Soot, a man of love and caringness. A man smooth as stone and as cunning as a fox. And God did it swoon me.

Like right now, as his muscled arm blocked my way out of his grasp, pinned to a wall. Silence yelled in the room, as he inches closer.

And closer.

And clos-

No one's POV:

Dream woke up in a cold sweat. His body hot and steamy like he spent a day in the summer of Florida.

He lives in Florida.

Dream diverts his eye to anything in his room, something to distract him from the dream he just had. Nightmare even.

Why would he consider it a nightmare?

Because of the sad truth he forced himself to remember. He doesn't love you like you do him. He never will.

Dream didn't want to admit it, but he knew he had to. There's no point changing the fact.

He couldn't love me.

He couldn't.

He couldn't.

Wilbur wasn't stupid. He knew how to cheat his way through things, he knew manipulative tactics like the back of his hand. But the pleading the man in front of him, was a red flag that he wish he could ignore.

He looked down at Dream, weeping into his legs, holding them like he if let's go, he'll disappear. He wouldn't, not for Dream.

The pain it brought to his heart was unbearable. He wanted to let him in, let him rest, let him cry on his shoulder. But something felt off, like this was a plan, a fake plead.

Wilbur wanted to believe that it wasn't this way. That Dream was really in pain, and that he needed his help.

But the feeling didn't go away.

"DREAM! Dream- what's- what's wrong, what happened??" The taller male yelled as he held Dream closer to him. Dream clung to his legs, holding them like there's no tomorrow. The tears dripping onto his sweat pants.

"I- I don't know.. I just feel so," More sobbing, "I just feel so alone! I need you Wilbur, the pain is unbearable!" The blonde shouted. Wilbur ached at the sobs that came from this pronounced physcopath.

He tried to lift Dream up, which he succeeded! But the trouble was pretty sad. The younger male limped on his shoulder, weeping. Dream held him closer, wrapping his arms around his neck. But suddenly, Dream also wrapped his legs around Wilbur's waist/stomach area. This caught Wilbur by surprise.

"Uh- Dream I," He tried to speak. But he couldn't, the man he loved was clinging to him like a koala. It was honestly really cute, but Dream is in pain right now. There's no time for cutesy, fanboying.

Dream cried more and more, slowly but surely easing the tears out. As his porcelain face stopped crying, he realized where he was, on a bed, laid down, while WILBUR caressed his head. It felt good, sure, but the realization made Dream think.

No consequences.

Wilbur looked at the young man, blushing at the sudden act he did, taking off his mask.

The brunette looked shockingly at the green eyed beauty that rested on his bed right now. His freckles danced acrossed his face, the soft, blonde hair that flowed decently around his face.

Wilbur couldn't believe his eyes.

He also couldn't believe what happened next.

;)