- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which fundy gets an unexpected visitor at 7 in the morning
- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, sleepy fundy, fluff, not proofread (will do later)
[7:14 am]
Fundy hadn’t heard his front door opening, nor did he hear his cat meow at the presence of someone new in the house. He didn’t hear anything actually, not until his bedroom door creaked open and the soft shuffling of feet got closer to his bed as the person who entered his home stood before him.
Barely managing to open his eyes, he somehow managed to and was pleased—but also confused—to see you looking equally, if not more, tired than him.
Instead of asking questions first, Fundy simply moved the blankets before shifting to the side so that there were be enough room for you to get comfortable. He watched as you took off your jacket and threw it to the side along with anything else to help you be more comfortable.
He was just seconds from falling back to sleep but forced himself to stay awake a bit longer. Just until you were in bed, was what he told himself but even after you climbed into the bed with him he took the time to wrap the blanket around you before pulling you up into his arms.
“You’re here early.” He joked despite his tiredness begging him to fall back asleep, instead he buried his face into the crook of your neck and tried his best not to fall asleep yet.
“My class got cancelled,” You were basically mumbling into his chest as he hummed in response, letting you know that he was still listening despite his closed eyes and slowed breathing. “Woke up at six to get ready and all for nothing. I didn’t even get the message until I was already there!”
Usually, Fundy would’ve laughed and told you that he knew this would happen—he’s had a history of guessing whenever your classes would be cancelled due to the harsh weather conditions lately but you’ve never seemed to take his word for it. Today was no different from the others, except, he didn’t laugh at you. There was no teasing, save for the sneaky grin you swear you could feel against your neck, or laughing. All Fundy really did was readjust his arms that remained wrapped around your figure before letting out a yawn.
“Well you can sleep now, for however long you like. We can sleep all day if you want, I wouldn’t mind staying like this.”
- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which an intoxicated fundy is confused and uninterested in the person who’s taken him home and is persistent in taking him to bed despite his multiple reminders of having a partner.
- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, fundy being under the influence/drunk, fluff
- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, some comfort streamer fluff for the soul.
[12:38 am]
“I have a partner!” The brunet boy drunkenly exclaimed as you shut the door behind you. The boy who also happened to be your boyfriend.
Leading him over towards the bed, you watched as he stumbled over his own feet and promptly fell face first into the mattress.
“I have a partner.” He repeated, voice muffled by your sheets.
Rolling your eyes at his drunken state, you began to try and get him to be laying on his back—and move so that his entire body was on top of the bed—which was much harder than it looked like. Trying to carry his body weight was hard enough but add in the fact that he was actively trying his best to protest your every move and your night out suddenly became a workout.
After fifteen minutes of struggling to pull his body upwards so that it wasn’t only his upper body on the bed, you had managed to get to his knees before finally giving up. Letting out a sigh, you had collapsed onto the bed and coincidentally, right on top of him.
“No no no,” He began, arms moving up to push you off of him before sticking his pointer fingers up. “I have a partner.”
“Fundy-”
“How do you know my name?” He stumbled over his words, eyes barely managing to stay open as he turned to look at you.
“I am your partner.”
Fundy tilted his head slightly before bringing a hand up towards your face. Instead of cupping your cheek or chin like he would’ve when sober, his drunken self decided to facepalm your entire face instead.
“(Y/N)!” He said happily when he finally realized it was you. A smile overtook his features and even in his drunken state, the same way he always looked at you—bursting with love and admiration—still shone, bringing a smile to your own face.
“Hey Funds.”
You watched as the brunet pushed his body upwards so that he was now laying fully on the bed, something which you had struggled to do just seconds prior, before opening his arms. “Cuddles?”
You bit back a laugh. He was often not so vocal about wanting to cuddle but it appears that all it took was alcohol for the unreasonable fear of rejection (that would never come from you) to go away.
“One second.” You said as you got up from the bed to go turn off the lights before joining him back in bed.
His arms wrapped around your frame securely, holding you close to his chest as you both laid there silently in the dark. Every few seconds he’d mumble something you couldn’t quite decipher into your hair but aside from that, all you could hear from your bedroom were the soft sounds of your breathing. And from the way you were positioned, your face nearly buried in his chest, you could hear his heartbeat slowly slow to a steady rate before soft snores filled your ears. It didn’t take long afterwards for you to have been lulled to sleep with the arms of your lover wrapped safely around you.
