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“Fundy!”
Turning, Fundy grinned when he saw Dream sprinting up. His boyfriend threw his arms around Fundy’s waist, lifted him up and spun him like some kind of Hollywood love interest in a romantic comedy. “Okay, okay, set me down, I’m going to get dizzy.” Fundy laughed. Still, when Dream set him down, he stumbled to the side. Gentle fingers linked with his and Dream pulled him back up. Both of them laughed, and Dream let out a soft wheeze, rocking back on his heels and holding onto Fundy the whole time. “Well someone’s touchy today.”
“Leave me alone I haven’t seen you until now.”
“You saw me at lunch!”
“But that was hours ago!” Dream said, scooping him up. Fundy yelled, scrambled to grab onto Dream’s hoodie so at least he could stay upright. He could see Tommy laughing at him already, and Tubbo filming.
“Hey! Stop filming!” He shouted. Behind the pair, Wilbur was grinning smugly. Fundy flipped him off shamelessly, and Dream wheezed. “Let’s get out of here, I don’t feel like being a spectacle.”
“Yeah, sure, right.” Turning, Dream ducked around one of the buildings. The school janitor yelled something about PDA, but Dream hopped up on one of the lunch tables, jumped onto the brick ledge lining the building, then leapt over the chain link fence. Glancing back, he grinned. Fundy, meanwhile, was clinging to him in a very undignified way. “You’re like a koala.”
“Ugh, don’t relate me to koalas. They’re horrible.”
“What, is this like Wilbur with anteaters?”
“Koalas suck. So do anteaters, he’s right. Why do they look like that?”
“To confuse jaguars. And you, apparently.” Snorting, Dream teased, “Like father, like son, I guess.”
“Oh, gosh, not you, too.” Chuckling, Dream leaned in to kiss his cheek. Squealing, Fundy shoved at his face, rolled to the side. Dropping down, he planted his feet on the concrete and then glared at his boyfriend, arms crossed. “Don’t make that joke and then try to kiss me, you joked about going on a pizza date with Wilbur once.”
Dream offered his hand, and Fundy took it immediately. Then, they started striding towards the Albertsons. Or Walmart or whatever it was—Fundy was pretty sure it was an Albertsons. It was a store of some sort, sue him for staying away from stores due to anxiety. He dealt with it in other ways.
“I did go on a pizza date with Wilbur. We went to Little Caesar’s.”
“Ugh, you could at least choose a good pizza place.”
“How would you know, you don’t eat pizza.”
“I do!”
“Right, after you scrape all the toppings off because the cheese makes your stomach hurt. You lactose-intolerant child.” Dream bumped their hips together and grinned down at him. Snorting, Fundy rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
“It’s not my fault.”
“You still drink milk, though. I will understand that.”
“I will suffer for chocolate milk.”
“Aw, does Fundy love his choccy milk?” Fundy wrinkled his nose, stuck his tongue out at the word. “What?”
“That’s so childish.”
“Fundy. We’re child—no, wait, we’re not. We’re adults.” Wrinkling his nose, Dream said, “Ew. We’re adults .”
“Yep.” Fundy commented. For a moment, both of them paused and then stared down at the concrete for a moment. Then, Fundy shrugged. “Guess that’s something. Come on, let’s go get a chicken.”
“That’s so weird when you say it like that.” Dream laughed, letting Fundy pull him along the concrete.
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“Dream, I’m going to die.”
“You’re not going to die. Just trust me.” Underneath him, the ground wobbled. Fundy squealed, and Dream grabbed onto his hands with a wheeze.
“Stop patronizing me.”
“I’m not—patronizing you.” Dream wheezed in the middle of his sentence. Staring down at the skateboard beneath his feet, Fundy darted his gaze up to his boyfriend. “I promise Fundy, you’re going to be fine.”
“I’m not, I’m really not.”
“You need to put your weight forwards a bit more, you’re not doing it right.” Dream carefully tugged on his shoulders a bit, trying to get him to stand right. “And don’t lock your knees.” Fundy nodded, tried to loosen up a bit. Under him, the skateboard wobbled even more. Yelling, he grabbed onto Dream’s shoulders. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. Everything’s fine, sweetheart, just trust me.”
“I don’t even trust myself!”
“I really hope you’re joking. Hold on, just hold onto me if you’re worried. I’ll catch you.” Dream hummed slightly, moved back.
“Dream. Dream I’m going to fall over.”
“You’re not going to fall over.”
“I’m gonna fall over!” Fundy cried out, and Dream glanced up. Sparkling, jade green eyes met his, and he froze where he was for a second. “Dream, please. Don’t let go.”
“I won’t let go, you’re going to be fine.” Glancing down, Fundy let out a sound that totally, one hundred percent, absolutely was not a whimper. Nope, not him. Not Fundy. Fundy did not whimper, thank you very much. “You’re doing great, Funds. You’re doing so much better than I was.”
Fundy let out a cry as Dream stepped back, grabbed for him. “Dream, Dream, I’m gonna fall, I’m gonna fall please help Dream please—” His boyfriend was laughing at him. His boyfriend was laughing at him. “You’re laughing at me. Dream!”
“You’re doing fine, Fundy. You’re doing perfectly fine, okay. You’re amazing.” He said, smiling brightly. The look actually made some of the frantic fluttering in Fundy’s chest, which he could feel crawling up to his throat, calm down and settle slightly. Letting out a breath, he held out his arms. “Okay, just stretch your arms out. Like this.” Dream demonstrated, and Fundy copied him. “Great, you’re doing great. When you’re ready, put your arms back down when you feel ready, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Fundy nodded frantically, and under him the skateboard wiggled. Yelling, Fundy pinwheeled his arms, almost fell back. Slowly, he started moving his arms down. The skateboard started moving to the side, and he yelped again.
“Hey, hey, it’ll do that. It’ll do that. You’re doing great, you’re doing fine.” Dream reassured, and Fundy swallowed before nodding again.
“You so owe me dinner.” He said, sniffing. “And hugs. A nap.”
“Of course, sure. Wouldn’t expect otherwise—heck, Puffy would probably kill me if I traumatised you and didn’t apologise with dinner.” Dream joked. Smiling, Fundy looked at him. Dream’s smile brightened.
“What?”
“You have your arms down.” Fundy glanced to the side. Indeed, he had put his arms down.
“Huh.”
“Okay, put one of your feet down on the ground.” Fundy’s head jerked up and he stared at Dream for a moment. “I know, you’ll be fine. If you fall then you’ll fall on the grass.” Nodding, Fundy swallowed. Then, he tried moving one of his feet. It took a moment, like some sort of weight had been attached to his leg and he couldn’t lift his shoe off the skateboard. Which seemed silly, he should be able to do something as simple as pull his foot off a board. Except it wasn’t.
Finally, he managed to do it.
“Whoo, you did it! Okay, now I just want you to practice pushing against the ground.” Dream said, demonstrating. Fundy stared at him. “What?”
“I’m gonna look stupid if I do that.”
“No, you won’t.”
“What if someone drives by and sees?”
“Then they’ll see a very handsome boy practicing skateboarding with his boyfriend. Or just his friend. Maybe they’re homophobic, they probably won’t care. Heck, they’re more likely just attracted to the movement than actually caring about what you’re doing, they’re meant to be focusing on driving.” Dream commented with a wave of his hand, which would seem patronizing if it weren’t for the fact that he dealt with anxiety too and he knew how stupid it was and he was using a method that actually worked rather than simply saying “it’s all in your head here’s some essential oils” because no Michelle, that didn’t work like that for Fundy and it wouldn’t cure his anxiety because lavender smells like a fart anyways.
Nodding, Fundy tried to follow along with his example. There were a few easy moments where Dream helped him out, and then a couple more minutes passed before Dream spoke again, “Alright, maybe we should stop. It’s getting late.” It wasn’t getting late, Fundy had a feeling that it probably had to do with the fact Dream could tell how stressed he was.
“Alright, let’s put this in the skateboard bin.” Dream announced, tucking the skateboard into the bin. It wasn’t a trash bin, it was an actual box that had chains and a big old lock and everything so that was something. “And as for you,” turning to Fundy, Dream scooped him up and threw him over his shoulders. At that point, Fundy was used to it by then.
Still didn’t make taking a shoulder to the chest any better.
“Ah, Dream. I’ve been shot.” Fundy groaned, reaching up to grab at his chest. Dropping his head down, he knocked his forehead against Dream’s shoulder. “Ow, fudge.”
“Fudge. Bad’s been rubbing off on you, Fundy.”
“Saying fuck does not encapsulate the sheer pain I am in, Dream.” Fundy replied, and Dream chuckled again. “Don’t laugh at me.”
He was dropped onto Dream’s bed, and Dream looked down at him for a moment before flopping down next to him. Face smushed into the covers, Dream took a very, very deep breath and then yelled. Blindly, he kicked his shoes off, and Fundy laid next to him for a moment before tipping his head to the side. Staring out at the blue sky and the white clouds painting it, Fundy felt Dream’s fingers find his. Playing with them for a moment, he took a long breath, closed his eyes.
“You know it’s June first.” He said. Tipping his head back to look over at Dream, he smiled tiredly. “Pride month.”
Smiling, Dream pulled him closer, waited for a second. Fundy wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist, tucked his head in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder. “Happy pride month.” Dream whispered, and Fundy held onto him, smiled.
“Right.”