*Dream Smp Oneshots*

Ｆｕｎｄｙｎｏｔｆｏｕｎｄ[𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽-𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯]

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Now you make be asking ' Fundy why are you starting at your lover while they sleep? '

Well... Wouldn't you feel just a tad bit jealous if your lover could sleep for hours? Days even!

And look pretty while doing it?! WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO!

Fundy couldn't help but feel envy as he stared at his lover's face, button nose, skin dotted in light freckles, skin soft and smooth, hair almost as soft as kittens, lips plump and small covered in a light rosy red.

Unlike him.

Dark rings under his yellow-amber eyes that are always dull, hair rough and long, (he can't remember the last time he brushed it) his skin pale and tough, but that's what happens after you go through many wars.

Scars even littered his face, mostly near his eyes which are most beneficial in wars. And a dumb fox nose... And not to mention weird pale red lips.

He huffed as he turned to face the ceiling, he never really laid on his back, but if it's to face away from the envy he feels, he will gladly do so.

The sun was just barely coming up, its light was just barely able to poke through the black curtains he put there just a few weeks ago.

He groaned, he wishes he could just rest without worrying about nightmares. He could never remember them but that still doesn't get rid of the rush of adrenaline he feels afterward.

But he's fine, right? I mean other than envy and self-hatred he's fine... Right?

He grimaced as he sat up, he couldn't help but take a glance at his lover before he shifted gently putting his feet on the cold, hard floor. He figured he should atleast make some food for himself before he went to the casino.

He walked to the kitchen, not having to worry about waking up the brit.

He quickly checked the fridge for any berry to nimble on as he made some coffee. But to his luck, they had run out.

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He hummed a random tune as he flipped the pancakes.

Though, it seems he was too much in his mind as he seemingly didn't hear the soft pats of socks on the wooden floor.

So he tensed when he felt arms around his waist, the mutter of a ' good morning, ' on the tip of his tongue, but he figured kissing the brunette's head will do.

What he didn't expect was to be bombarded with kisses from the other. Walking into the counter as the other pushed him more back.

" Geor- "

Another kiss.

" Georg-"

Another kiss.

" George! "

Another kiss but this time right on his neck.

" Oh my God Georgeee! "

He groaned.

" Hm? "

Fundy was flustered, to say the least.

" Nevermind... "

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It was quiet as they ate just basking in each other presence, only speaking to argue about who is to clean the dishes.

" But starrr I want cuddleeess "

Fundy huffed in defeat, sometimes he forgets how childish his lover can be.

" Fine, but! While I'm at work, you better at least wash the dishes. "

George quickly nodded rushing out of his seat and dragging Fundy to their bage couch.

Fundy groaned, he almost lost his footing.

" Don't you wanna lay in bed instead? "

Fund yelped as he fell upon the couch, George crawling on top of him stopping at his chest and staring right into his eyes.

" Too far. "

Fundy glared.

" I hate you. "

George hummed.

" And why is that? "

" Dumb face. "

George smirked.

" Really? "

" Yes. "

" Well, compared to yours I guess you have a point- "

Fundy flushed

" W-what- is that supposed to mean?? "

George chuckled.

" Just look at yourself, I am lucky I was able to steal you off Dream. "

Ok, Fundy was not expecting that. So it makes sense why he meeped and abruptly sat up.

" GEORGE- WHA- "

George cackled.

" Don't deny it~ "

Fundy stuttered as he hid his face.

" I- "

" I hate you. "