Made on: 13th of June 2021
Published: 19th of June 2021
THE PICTURE ABOVE WAS MADE BY 1MintyBoba1 NOT ME
IT'S LOVELY
Bow down to me people who love rare pairs.
Fundynottaken - Fundy x George x Dream
Broke - Fundy's wedding was for the DNF shippers
Woke - Fundy's wedding was an elaborate scheme for all of them to get together in the end.
Just found out that I will literally do any ship (besides minors), request away my lovelies. Even rare platonic parings that you don't see often.
Content Warning:
Some talk about internalized hate about body shapes, but it is evened out with some fluff.
Dream huffed as he outlined his broad shoulders in the mirror, getting increasingly more upset as he continued.
He was always such a contrast to his boyfriends.
They were small and petite, adorable and smushable faces, adorable in oversized clothing.
While yes, George did fall into the more dainty side of things, he was still as beautiful as Fundy who fell more on the lanky side.
He was just. . . there.
His shoulders were too wide, as well as many other things about him, his face had a small definition of his cheekbones, making them uncomfortable when smushed, and he looked like a highschool degenerate in anything other than clothes made for him.
He should be happy with his body, but he just isn't.
And he doesn't understand why.
He has the ideal body for men, a defined stomach, another thing he hated because his lovers couldn't lay on it, and was fairly tall for his age.
Yet, he just wished he was smaller, more squishy and manageable if you will.
Why couldn't he just accept it?
"Baby? You ok, you've been staring at the mirror,"
Fundy asked, jolting Dream out of his hated trance. He practically almost fell back onto the bed but he fortunately caught himself and looked at Fundy, who was standing in the doorway awkwardly.
"Oh-um, yea, yea, just zoned out."
"Ok. . well, George made breakfast if you wanna eat,"
"Uhm, yea sure. Just give me a few?"
Dream gestured for Fundy to get out, Fundy nodding understandably.
Once the door was closed, Dream swore that the long breath of relief he gave could be heard even outside of the closed door.
Time for breakfast he supposes, he'll have to hate himself another time.
What a great schedule.
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Tonight was movie night, something that Dream would've adored to be apart of.
If, he didn't have his little hate fest earlier.
He was desperately just clawing through his wardrobe for something that would at least hide something about his body.
He didn't care if it was his stomach, shoulders, arms.
Just something.
Eventually, he settled on a loose, pale green shirt, it hung off of his shoulder slightly, exposing a little of his collarbone.
But he could deal with that later, all that mattered was that he had something.
Stumbling, he walked nervously to the living room, ruffling up his hair slightly to appear 'natural'.
"Babyyyyyyyyyyyy! Gogy's being mean!"
"I was just saying, we've already seen Treasure Plant like eight times already!"
George called out, a fond but exhausted expression on his face, while an arm was hooked over the back of the couch.
Fundy childishly ran up to Dream and looped his arms around his waist, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Trying to convince him that Gogy was, in fact, being mean.
"I mean. . he's not wrong. We have seen it like eight times already,"
Dream slowly explained, getting a soft punch in the stomach by Fundy. He huffed as he folded his arms, Fundy's mean exterior being contradicted by the smile on his face.
"Degenerates! Both of you!"
Fundy huffed as he walked back to the couch, his hostile comment being contradicted by the way he oh so lovingly cuddles up to George.
Dream walks up to the couch, but sits at the very corner of it, too far away from his two lovers for it to not be mildly suspicious.
"Uhm Dream? You do know that you can cuddle us right?"
"Yea, you're so far away right now,"
Fundy and George chimed together, George looked over Fundy's head of coffee locks, seeing as how Fundy was laying on George's chest, all Dream could do was freeze.
"Yea I k-know, it's just that I might squish you guys,"
Dream cursed himself internally when he heard the little tremble in his voice, Dream had always been a confident person, so a little tremble was a major indicator of something wrong.
"Alright, I don't believe any of that,"
Fundy huffed, abandoning his spot on George's lap to move himself onto Dream's, smiling when he felt George follow in pursuit, George leaning onto Dream's side and slinging a hand around his waist.
Dream froze as he was effectively caged between his two stubborn boyfriends, what does he do now?
"Dreaaaammmmmm, anyone home?"
George teased, knocking on the top of Dream's head.
"StOppppp,"
Dream wheezed, hoping that him being happy would make Fundy and George suddenly forget about the predicament.
He was wrong.
"Honey, talk to ussssssss, what's wrong?"
Fundy cooed, threading a hand through Dream's hair.
"Nothing! I just don't want to crush you guys,"
"Lie, you never crush us, you're our tall baby,"
George teased, attempting to lift the tense atmosphere, it worked momentarily as Dream barked out a surprised laugh.
"I just...- I don't know. . . everything about me is just weird?"
Dream picked out his words carefully, but it seemed as if it wasn't careful enough as he watched both of his boyfriend's faces go to confusion in an instant.
"How so honey? All I see is a pretty guy,"
George complimented, pulling himself closer to Dream.
Pretty. . .?
Of all the things he is, pretty is not one of them.
He'll settle for average.
But pretty?
An unattainable goal for him.
"No."
Fundy disapproved, snapping his fingers in front of Dream's face.
The sound jolted Dream out of his toxic headspace.
"I don't approve of that, and therefore you shall not do it,"
Fundy huffed, looping his arms around Dream's neck.
"Do what?"
"Talk about yourself as if you're aren't the hottest person ever,"
Fundy smarted, watching a fine blush come across Dream's face.
"Oh my goddddd,"
Dream mumbled, hiding his face in his large hands.
"Pretty,"
"Handsome,"
"Wonderful,"
"Beautiful,"
"Gorgeous,"
"Amazing,"
Compliment after compliment was thrown at him, and he couldn't find it in himself to try and run from them.
He wasn't pretty.
Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't.
Who cares about looks anyway?
As long as he has his two gorgeous boyfriends praising him, he's good enough.
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