I was given this prompt for a writeswap. you can see all the other works from that on ao3 in the collection "writeswap june 2021" there are some really incredible stories on there, I suggest y'all check it out! I also had a friend help me write this cause motivation is non existent.

Fundy missed his set up. He missed the familiarity of his dented desk and the keyboard to his side. It was homey. It was his home, matter of fact. He knew that traveling would mess with everything known to him but the destination was worth it. Despite the new, new, and new surroundings around him, the stream was a calm and comfortable one. Mostly chatting and running around a server.

With a soft purr beneath him and a flick of a tail to his nose he was greeted with a kitty in his lap. She pawed at him as he brought his hand down to stroke her back. He went back to his game, checking what else was missing in his build. After placing a few buttons to add to the decorations and exterior, he got a short influx in donations.

"Cat go meowww."

"Boots lookin kinda sus here."

"Can I have my cat back?"

And at the last donation, he happened to look up and see it was a one hundred dollar dono from none other than Mr. Dream. Was. Taken.

The chat started spamming emotes, quickly gaining in speed as he checked in with the mods. Fundy glanced at his face-cam, realizing a moment too late that the cat on his lap was not Boots. He looked down at the small tabby peering up at him with wide eyes.

"Oh", he muttered, panicked. He chanced a look at his monitor, grimacing when he saw the sudden increase in comments asking about the last donation. How was he supposed to explain this?

Fundy took in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Guys, guys," he started, a strained laugh tumbling out of his mouth. "A lot of you have been pointing something out. And to tell you the truth—"

A soft knock made him pause and glance up from his monitors. Dream looked at him with a guilty grin, hair mussed as he cradled Boots in his arms. Fundy moved quickly, muting himself. "Give me back my cat before chat freaks out even more," he demanded, nudging Patches down.

Patches yowled loudly as Fundy tried to gently pry her off his lap. "C'mon Patches, go to your owner now," he cooed, wincing when he felt her claws sink into his skin. Dream blinked before placing Boots on top of his desk, wheezing quietly when Fundy shot him a glare. The streamer now had the full attention of two cats and a chat that was freaking out.

The blonde giggled, bringing his hand down to scratch Boots' chin. "How's the stream?" He asked, batting his eyes innocently. Boots took his distraction to bite down on his hand, meowing. Dream yelped and jerked his hand away, eyeing the cat that was swaying its tail at him. "Babe," He whined, dragging out the e, looking towards his boyfriend with puppy eyes. "Tell Boots to be nice to me!" There was a distinctive pout in his tone that had Fundy laughing.

Fundy rolled his eyes and threw his boyfriend a smirk. "You deserve it for being such an ass," He huffed, sticking his tongue out at Dream. "Anyways, I'm thinking of ending the stream a little early today."

"That's fine," Dream nodded, flashing him a smile. "Can I put on a movie for dinner and bed?"

Fundy leaned back with a calculating stare. "Do I get to choose said movie?"

"Of course!"

"Treasure planet all the way," he cackled, ignoring Dream's exaggerated groan.

"But you always choose th-"

Fundy unmuted, causing Dream to quickly snap his jaw shut and back away. He ignored the chat and quickly skimmed through the donations and subs that had accumulated, before making the announcement. "Chat! It's getting pretty late over here so I'm going to end the stream now! Bye!" He chirped out before hurriedly closing his computer and taking off his headphones.

Standing, he scooped up the two cats who were pawing at one another while he dragged Dream out of the room so that he could go get ready for bed. Patches even managed to claw up Fundy's shirt, finding a way to reach and hit the air between him and Dream. But when the blond reached over, she let out a loud meow, keeping herself perched on the other.

"Patches, what treachery," Dream huffed. "Seriously? Fundy, what did you say to them? Why do the cats hate me?" He asked.

Fundy only grinned and backed out into the hall. "Absolutely nothing." He grinned.

"No, you bribed them. Please, it's not even fair that Boots hasn't warmed up to me yet, and now you have Patches against me?"

"Sorry, it's not my fault they've dubbed me as the cool step dad," he laughed, holding the cats close. Both of them, Boots and more specifically Patches, were his and he wasn't going to let it rest that they clung to him more.

Dream followed him and flopped on the bed with a sad groan, to which Fundy went up and patted him on the back. "Come on, babe, I'm not letting you sleep on jeans." He set the cats down on the bed, to which they engaged in their own little battle of chasing one another around the room.

The blond rolled his eyes. "How long until you go back to Europe? I think I prefer it back when Patches loved me and wasn't a traitor."

The mentioned hopped up next to Dream, walking around his head like inspecting her prey, and laid against his shoulder. "One month with my beloved," he whispered. Fundy leaned over him as boots began to walk across Dream's body and he smiled. "And I wouldn't exchange it for anything in the world." He met him halfway up into the kiss, with both of their hearts erupting into warmth, they backed away smiling.

"Turn on the movie, I'm going to go change," Dream said with a gleeful tone.

Fundy sat up against the bed frame, moving the blankets around to get comfortable. And when the other came to join him, decked out in pajama bottoms and Fundy merch, he fell not so gracefully onto his lap. Fundy hummed, twirling a lock of blond through his fingers as the intro played.

One whole month with his Dream.