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Ever since Dream had told Fundy he was nonbinary, it’d been…an adventure, to say the least.
For starters, yes, he/him was the right pronouns. They talked about it, Dream still used masculine pronouns. Was still nonbinary. Still Dream. That was just how it worked. And since Dream had once grabbed him and carried him princess-style from the school before they graduated, and then taught him skateboarding, Fundy was going to do his own thing for him.
And it all started with Techno and Wilbur’s help, and shoving Ranboo in the back of a beetle. Taking their whole friend group out to the beach. And yes, that meant that they were shoving all six foot seven or something of Ranboo…into the back of Karl’s beetle. Which was funny enough as it was, because…
hello
?
Ranboo
in the back of a
bug
? On the bright side, he didn’t seem
too
miserable about it.
Then, Fundy gently pulled Dream, who was currently blindfolded, right along after him. Out of the house, down the lawn, etc. Striding down the lawn, Dream smiled softly and tipped his head slightly and looked around. Even though he wasn’t actually looking. Blindfold and all.
“Fundy, what are you doing?” He asked softly. In that tone he usually used when he and Fundy took a nap together and had just been waking up. Turning back, Fundy smiled and squeezed his hand lightly. A soft smile crossed Dream’s face and he kept stumbling along.
They finally managed to reach the car, and Techno and Wilbur both gently helped Dream into the backseat. “We’re heading somewhere. That’s Techno and Wilbur.”
“Yup!”
“Dance, green boi, dance.” Techno commented. Grinning, Dream dabbed. From the way back, where he and Purpled were squished on either side of Tubbo, Tommy smacked Dream with a sock.
“That better have not been a dirty sock. I will kill you, Tommy.” Dream said, expression dropping. Snorting, Purpleds paused and then sneezed. “Purpled, you better be taking your allergy meds.”
“I know, I know.” Pulling the pills out of his hoodie pocket, Purpled downed them quickly. Then, Punz jumped into the car, crawled between Dream and Fundy (and nearly dropped onto Dream’s lap twice), and plopped down on Tommy’s other side to press him, Tubbo, and Punz together.
“Ranboo has been secured.” He said, grinning brightly. Smiling, Fundy shut the door with a soft laugh. Immediately, Dream laid down, putting his head in Fundy’s lap.
“Mind if I take a nap here?” Dream asked, tipping his head slightly to the side. He still had the blindfold, which was really just one of Techno’s bandannas, wrapped around his head. Resting a hand on Dream’s hair, Fundy started running his fingers through the golden-blond strands.
“Go ahead. I don’t mind.” In the front seat, Techno and Wilbur exchanged glances. Behind him, Tommy loudly gagged. Turning, Fundy arched an eyebrow at Tommy. “Do you want me to do that the first time you bring a girl home to meet Mom and Dad?”
Instead of grossing out, Tommy straightened up and brightening. “You called them Mom and Dad!”
“Aww, good furry!” Wilbur said, snickering. Immediately, Fundy whirled around. The whole caravan of cars was making its way towards the highway. They’d be at the beach in twenty minutes. And did Fundy spend the next twenty kicking the back of Wilbur’s passenger seat between cracking jokes with his brother, his boyfriend’s brothers, and petting Dream’s hair?
Yes, yes he did.
And this was called multitasking.
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When they got to the beach, Fundy scooped Dream right onto his back.
“Whoa!” Dream yelped, clung to his neck for a moment. Then, he moved his arms down and wrapped them around his shoulders instead. “I didn’t know you were this strong.”
“What, just because I’m short I shouldn’t be able to pick up my boyfriend?” Tommy gagged again, stuck his tongue out. Beside him, Punz rolled his eyes, made a comment about how he and George were aroace but Tommy was the one who acted like romance was disgusting. And Fundy decided to do one more thing. Yeah.
He was going to cause some chaos.
“I decided I was going to work out. Because I wanted to be able to pick up my handsome, amazing, loving boyfriend.” Shooting a look at Tommy, Fundy shifted Dream to one side and flipped his little brother off with a grin. Sniffing, Purpled sneezed again. Three times. By then, Tubbo had already strode off to get to Ranboo and talk to him. “Bless you, Purpled.”
Immediately, Purpled sent him a thumbs up and Tommy scowled at him.
“What? You dickhead! He sneezes and you bless him but I make one comment and you flip me off?” Behind Tommy, Wilbur strode up and ruffled his hair. Grinned down at him and shrugged
“It’s a brother thing, Tommy.”
“Oh! Dream! You should see what we did with the leggy child!” Techno yelled. Casually, Fundy started carrying his boyfriend to the beetle they had contained Ranboo in.
“You can remove your bandanna.” Fundy announced, stopping outside the beetle. Pressed against the window, eyes wide and palms flat against the glass, Ranboo made the most terrified face Fundy had ever seen. He wasn’t even sure if that was what Ranboo meant to do, but still. It was hilarious.
Dream shifted, pulled the bandanna off. Fundy knew the exact moment he saw his brother “trapped” in Karl’s psychedelic swirled beetle. For starters, he felt Dream’s heart do a little thing where his chest was pressed to Fundy’s back. Then, of course, there was the signature wheeze.
All around them, people cheered.
“Okay!” Wilbur pulled open the car door. Slowly, Karl and Quackity and Sapnap made their way out. Then, Ranboo literally unfolded all of his length, emerging from the back of the bug with all the dignity of Fundy leaving the nap hole he had built in the closet for bad shark week days. Then, he popped out, dropped face first on the sand, and somehow managed to smack Tubbo in the face with a shoe.
Mouth dropping open, Tubbo stumbled back with an odd, almost strangled noise.
“Anyways, let’s get the food. To the shoreline! Niki, don’t drown anyone, I know you’re basically a mermaid but we don’t want a murdermaid on our hands, thank you!” Wilbur popped his sunglasses up on his floof of hair, shifted the massive blue ice chest in his hands, and then started toddling down the shore.
Fundy followed, still holding Dream despite their thirteen-inch height difference.
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When the Wild Karens approached, Fundy decided to completely ignore them.
Mostly because he saw Dream’s expression shift. Saw the warning signs that he was about to try leaning away. So, immediately, Fundy pulled him into a kiss. Started kissing along his cheek and then linked their fingers. Pulled Dream’s hands to his mouth and started kissing his knuckles.
There was a noise of disgust. Eyes opening, Fundy met Dream’s gaze. Smiled softly. “They’re gay, bitches! Deal with it!” Tommy shouted.
“Yeah, we are.” Dream mumbled, pressing his forehead to Fundy’s. Smiling, Fundy leaned into him. Held his gaze.
“You have the cutest freckles. You know that?” Dream’s face flushed even more. Swallowing, he looked away and started stuttering out a thanks. With a soft laugh, Fundy wrapped his arms around his neck, pulled him down to the beach blanket beside him. Soft, pink and white striped cloth pressed into their cheeks, and Fundy kept talking.
“Hey! Leave room for hot dogs and chips!” Wilbur yelled, chucking in exactly what he listed between them. Aluminium-wrapped hot dogs and bags of chips dropped between them. Laughing, Fundy shook his head, held Dream’s hand between them.
“I love you.” Fundy whispered. “Happy Pride Month?” It was the last day of Pride Month. June 30th. And somewhere, of course there was an explosion. Some idiot (likely the Karen’s husband) had set off a firework.
Immediately, it sent Dream into Fundy’s arms. With a soft laugh, Fundy kissed his hair. Ran a hand up and down his back. “Sorry.” Dream whispered. Burying his face in Fundy’s chest, Dream held onto his ribs lightly. “I don’t like fireworks.”
“I get it.” Humming, Fundy reached over and started unwrapping the hot dogs. Carefully, too. His arms were still kept delicately around Dream. Because Dream was his precious boyfriend. “Not a huge fan of fireworks, either.” Eventually they sat up, and Fundy handed the food over. Smiling, Dream leaned in and kissed him.
“Happy Pride Month.”