#myct imagines

[cheristarlight]

Think about it, writers and artists

An au called KEN FC

Right???

(Just me being silly)

[givemeureyes]

absolutely VILE behavior from a man who made his entire career off advocating for mental health and catering to young women. the complete lack of accountability in his apology doesn’t surprise me, abusers like to do that, but it does disappoint. i hope shubble can find peace and i hope that man never sees it.

[gettinglitculttm]

/// I love doing things like this bc im able to articulate how much details I want in it. I’m going to try to immerse y’all in the COTL dating sim. Voice dialogue and all. HEHEHEHEHE THIS IS SO FUN TO DO I LOVE THIS. I HAVENT FELT THIS INSPIRED SINCE MY MYCT DAYS AND THATS SAYING SOEMTHING 💀

[pancake-fluffz]

I was trying to match the colors of all my screens that I work on... I hate it here I forgot that my phone has the white balance turned down

[sleepiestwizard]

how do you all imagine "communicators" in myct fics? i always imagine them as nitendo switch adjacent but idk if that's universal

[denzartriste]

Myct physically disabled week day one-Assisted speach!

Ramón!!! I've never actually designed him, or any eggs, and there are still things i would change if i were to draw him again like adding some details and such, but this was good :) Also fun to nail down a way for him to communicate because i headcanon him as mute but i feel like he wouldn't talk through signs or books (Him telling tubbo that he hates having things written down because it makes it very permenent) I imagine he it that himself :)

@mcytphysicaldisabilityweek

[ep2nd]

MYCT PJ AU

The Big Three Children

Zeus. Poseidon. Hades.

Foolish- Golden boy. Summons lightning easily. Sparks fly when he's mad. Uses a Trident to spite his dad- pun intended. Youngest of the Little Four. Out here living his best Amnesia life. Puffy saw poor boy, took poor boy, now they sailing on the Seas avoiding death. Yes Foolish was born and Zeus broke his oath- only the second time. Came to camp after the 2nd Titan War.

Joel- Foolish’s older Half-brother. Everyone hates Zeus so he dated the daughter of Poseidon. Sword lover. Uses the winds more than lightning. Takes pottery lessons. 2nd oldest of the Little Four. But also kinda the oldest? Saved Grian and Jimmy- got turned into a Tree. (Like the Mezalea one but also Thalia) Chilling with his GF at college. Becoming an architect. Short L.

Lizzie- The chosen one. Literally. (Aka Percy but girl boss). Trident Supreme Threatener. Amazingly strong and powerful do not approach. Adopted Jimmy because yes. Can beat Pearl- sometimes. Visits Poseidon's palace monthly. Great with sea creatures. Almost died on the way to camp HAH imagine. Barely survived. Moms dead. Started hearing voices from the Mother tree so went on a quest so she could help the tree. Got a boyfriend in return, great deal. Hanging with no longer tree Joel at college. Rejected the Hunters.

Joe- Creepy Supreme. Best friends with Cleo and Kristin. Pops up randomly. Out here spitting poetry like he's Apollo. Yes he's met Apollo- gave him the idea to start on his Haiku phase- DARN IT JOE. Chills with the dead. Weirdly happy. Don't cross him, he will remember. Has a book- will hit you with book. No one really knows when he showed up, nor will anyone ask. Mysterious. Somehow alive. Actually great relationship with his dad.

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

I got into myct because of a hot girl with big eyeliner in 2021 explained the plot of the dsmp to me. Before that, I was obsessed with video game journalism company Polygon's yt channel, so it wasn't a far jump. At night, I imagine a fictional world where I am a mc streamer and since REAL mc streamers and my make believe streamer feel equally fictional, I sometimes genuinely forget that not everyone knows about my streamer oc and their weird lore on the dsmp, qsmp and tr

.

[wigglesforonce]

i’m imagining what f1 duo names would be if they were like the ones in myct as a way to entertain myself.

[bewitchingfanfiction]

MYCT (2021/05/28)

Soulmates were connected. They were meant to be together, usually romantically, though sometimes platonically. There were three tiers to soulmate connection.

Tier one: Can feel the basic emotions, such as sadness, happiness and anger.

Tier two: Can feel the more complicated emotions, fear, disgust, anxiety, mischievousness.

And tier three: Can feel every single emotion, no exceptions.

It was rare when soulmates were on the tier three connection, but the ones that were usually ended up the happiest.

Dream and George had a tier three soulmate connection.

It wasn't surprising, the moment they met their emotions collided into each other so hard they found it hard to breath, in an instant everything they felt morphed into a feeling that was a mixture of their two separate emotions. To put it simply, tier three soulmate connections were able to make new emotions, unique to the soulmates.

It was so confusing, but so good. Emotions they never knew could exist would be created and it would feel so overwhelmingly blissful.

The best one was the one made from one of them feeling happy while the other felt overwhelmed. It formed an emotion that left both boys feeling nothing but pleasure. They wouldn't trade that emotion for anything.

Until today, when they discovered a new emotion, one that wasn't like anything else they had ever felt.

Dream had been going about his business as usual, editing a video for the channel, the latest manhunt video. He broke his hand away from the mouse to take a sip of his coke.

But as his hand went back to the mouse, a strong surge of emotion coursed through him and was almost enough to make him jump in his seat. The emotion left his cheeks ablaze and his breath shaky.

George was feeling unbearably lustful.

Sure enough, a few moments later a call from George showed up on the Discord. With a shaky hand, he clicked the accept button.

"Dream." George's voice was hoarse.

"Yeah um, okay, like, where did this come from?" He questioned, squirming in his seat.

George let out a breathy chuckle. "I-I have no idea, it just sort of hit me and uh...sorry."

"Don't be sorry..." Dream resisted the urge to let out a whine, his clothes were beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "Where are you?"

"Mgh...in bed..." George muttered.

Dream followed suit and lied down on his bed, his laptop was set up next to him. He turned on the camera and George did the same. George appeared to be in a similar state to him.

"Strip for me." George demanded in a low, husky tone.

Dream shyly complied, eyes refusing to meet George's. He pulled off his hoodie and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them off along with his underwear, revealing his already half-hard length.

"God you're so pretty..." George groaned, eyes examining Dream's body from top to bottom. "Isn't it illegal for you to be this good-looking?"

Dream chuckled softly as he lied back down. "You're such an idiot."

"Stroke yourself for me." George told him.

The heart returned to Dream's cheeks harshly as his hand wrapped around his length. He gently moved his palm up and down, careful not to go too fast. "Ngh..." He whimpered a little, grinding his head back into the pillow, ruffling his hair slightly.

George took in the sight and let out a sigh of satisfaction, palming himself through his jeans. "Look at you, so pretty for me, yet so messed up at the same time."

Dream whined a little. "C-Can I?..." He trailed off, fingers already heading down to his hole.

"Not yet." George told him, making Dream groan. "Don't be so impatient." He grinned.

Dream let out a huff as he continued to stroke himself, picking up the pace slightly.

"I want you to close your eyes," Dream did as told. "Imagine me on top of you, my tongue sliding up your chest, flicking over your nipple," Dream whimpered a little as his length began to throb. "My lips run over your neck and just when you think you're safe and content I bite down."

Dream actually winced a little as he held back from releasing, the erection was becoming painful. "George!" He cried out desperately.

George smiled slightly and seemed to take pity on him. "I insert a finger in you..." Dream sighed in relief and grabbed the lube from his drawer in his side table, squirting some onto his fingers. He gently inserted a finger into his hole and groaned.

"I pull you as close I can against me and I tell you to hold back because I want to enjoy this, I want to see you whimper for me, to struggle for me, to want me." George's voice was so smooth in his ears, Dream couldn't resist the loud whining sound that left his lips, regardless of how embarrassing it was.

George was grinning, at some point he had undressed, and was stroking himself as he watched Dream with delight. "You grind into me because you can't help yourself, always so needy and selfish, so spoiled~"

Dream grunts at that, a snarky remark at the edge of his lips, but it's gone in a flash, his brain is turning into fog. He just wants George to keep talking.

"I put in another finger, and then another, and place a swift lick to your neck before latching on, leaving a dark mark there that will show who owns you, I suck on your neck so hard you feel like you're going to die but you just can't stop me."

Dream trembled uncontrollably as he moved his fingers around, resisting the urge to cum with everything he had. Tears pooled into his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "George please-" He begged, grabbing a fistful of his bedsheets with his free hand.

George went to speak, but choked out a gasp. Dream followed suit with a gasp of his own as the emotions they were feeling changed into something completely new.

It was something lustful, painful and pleasurable. It hurt George to see Dream cry, yet turned him on all the same. Dream felt so lustful it hurt, he just wanted George to actually be there, holding him, grinding into him, leaving bite marks on him that hurt so fucking bad when they're first placed but later just make Dream unable to stop grinning because it's a reminder that he belongs to George and George belongs to him and that's awesome.

The emotion is too much, and instantly makes both boys cum simultaneously before they could even comprehend it. 

When their orgasms finally end, both boys collapsed into panting messes, Dream with tears running down his flushed cheeks.

"What...What was that?" George asked helplessly, breathing heavily.

Dream let out a breathy chuckle. "I-I have no idea...I don't..." He choked out a sob.

George felt his pain in an instant, his longing. His lust had faded and was replaced with pure concern. "Dream?"

"I want you here." He confessed in a whisper, eyes staring intently at his wall instead of his computer screen. Dream wiped at his eyes but the tears just kept coming. "God, George I want you here with me so badly."

George knew. Dream never had to tell him. The most common feeling the two felt was longing. But there just wasn't much to do about it, they lived in different places, that's just how it was.

"Yeah...I want that too, Dream."

[adrien-agreste-imagines]

(more OOC)

Of course, as a corollary, it's also important to acknowledge the prolific sexualization (both directed towards the subject of the imagines and the reader inserts) that often takes place in this corner as well.

I'm not going to share any examples, but if you search up "harry styles imagines" or something to the effect with any 2000s-2010s boy band celeb and look for a bit you'll see what I mean.

At first, I was going to compare Adrien to this and make the argument that it's as prominent as it is for figures like Harry Styles, etc. due to them being significantly older teenagers.

That was until I double-checked and found that Harry was 16 when One Direction debuted.

That's not too far off from where Adrien is now. Justin Bieber was 15 when "My World" came out in 2009, and Adrien will likely turn 15 sometime around early season 6 if we take the past 5 seasons as roughly chronological.

So as far as ages go, it's entirely plausible that Adrien falls into the same camp as them! Especially with how a considerable portion of his fans are likely younger than him ("M" of A.A.I. is meant to be roughly 11-12), they're going to see him as (relatively) more mature!

I'm of the mind that, if we examine Adrien's fame as if it takes place within the real world (furthermore within the real life trends of fandom space, either early 2010s boybands, late 2010s-2020s myct/kpop, or both), Adrien's sexualization is not only an unfortunate inevitable conclusion of his fame, but probably something encouraged by those that control his brand. He's not a singer or a musician or shown very often to be an actor, so his main "draw" is his looks and his body.

...Of course, this is an extremely touchy subject. Examinations of this work much better in darker Adrien-centric works where the effects of being seen this way can be shown through a character study.

I don't think it's particularly crazy for me to say that satirizing the sexualization of teen idols is probably difficult to handle well and even more so handle respectfully.

If anyone is interested in seeing how this phenomenon manifests within the show itself, a breakdown titled The Totally Spies-ification of Adrien by ilikekidshows explains it well, in my opinion. A lot of the observations made in this piece are reflected in the world of my in-progress fic & character study, The Warm Embrace of Shadow, and while the canon-subtext-turned-diegesis in TWEoS was not directly inspired by this post, reading through it only confirmed things I'd picked up on in relation to the metacanon and how it exists to sell these characters and sell the narrative it wants to sell. It's also not 100k words, so if you had to pick between that post and my fic I'd say the former will be more time-efficient, haha.

....Anyway, that's all to say that I'll probably be light on the more 'spicy' imagines, as we would call it nowadays (fans of yore would likely call them 'sin' or 'lemons', if that's more your speed). Parody is a difficult beast to perfect, and I'd rather err on the side of respect than the side of period accuracy.

(OOC) Going through all of the rpf imagines of years past, I do think it's interesting how many of them are pregnancy/family based. While a knee-jerk reaction would probably be to find it disgusting, I think it's worth talking about how partriarchal/heteronormative societal expectations would lead to this being almost an assumed conclusion of these rpf fantasies.

While some may argue that it's a lot harder to create 'post marriage' or 'adult life' imagines without including this, doesn't it say something that young girls have it ingrained into them that part of being a self-actualized adult is being a mother? That a necessary conclusion of loving your idol requires having kids with them?

Not to say that any of these weren't genuine fantasies on account of the writers, just that they exist within the context of society.

It probably goes without saying why I'm not going to be touching any of that with a ten foot pole regarding A.A.I., at least not anytime soon. Based on what little we can assume (and hope) about the in-universe Adrien Agreste fanbase, I doubt this would be a huge phenomenon, and even if it would be I'm not sure I could properly handle the subject.

[hawaiidwt]

Airport shit

parings - quackity x fem!oc note - this was school homework so i had to make an oc 😭 warning - fluff :D

And there it was again, another plane gone into the air. Jess was rushing through the gates of the official California airport. It was cold, the goosebumps on her arm were growing on her arm by the minuet. It was still early in the morning, and the sun was still rising slowly. She knew it her flight was at 5am and it was currently 3:46am.

Sounds of gaits where being announced at the speed of light but she finally got to her gate. Jess settled down as she realised that someone was sitting next to her. he had black shaggy hair and a beanie thrown over his head tiled by the slightest bit.

He had freckles scattered across his face and a slight heart-shaped mole near his chin. She didn’t realise she was staring for so long until he let out an awkward cough. She turned around quickly but he had stopped her mid-way.

“Hey...” he said quietly only enough for Jess to hear. “hi” she waved. They sat there as the air around them closed in on them in a flash. “Where are you heading too? if that’s not to personal.” She smiled.

“Uhm, I mean were both at the same gate so...” he scratched the back of head. Classic nervous move. “Oh yeah! Sorry, that was really stupid.” Jess bit her lip. “I never got your name though.” She wanted the conversation to further, like an argument between her parents. “Alex… yeah!” If he wasn’t that intrigued in conversation, now he was.

“Mine is Jessica, but you can call me Jess.” He noticed her smile as she talked. She was so pretty. Like a swan in a small lake. She stood out to most of the crowd, her semi-blonde hair slightly still their as it looked like she must have dyed it red. Her septum crooked but still there, a pretty silver colour. Her outfit was casual, a pink panthers t-shirt with green cargos matched with a pair of green sneakers.

“Cool! I’m coming from Oakton for study, college and stuff.” She nodded as a response. They kept talking, laughing and he even bought her a coffee. She thought it was such a nice gesture. But then she realised, its 4:45am, time for boarding.

“if you want, you can take my number.” He spoke kindly. She smiled. “of course!”

And there it was, time for boarding. They both took their separate paths as she entered the small but loud crowd. If only she knew, this was only the beginning.

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

Break In

Hello, I am not going to explain why I wrote this fic, it is your choice to read it or not. However I will warn you there are many triggering subjects in here. So trigger warning for home invasion, suicidal thoughts, language, sexual assault. If any of these trigger you, please do not read.

I was about to leave and go hang out with some of my friends when I heard the loudest banging sound I've ever heard at my front door. Sapnap and dream were out doing something so I was home alone with patches. They wouldn't be knocking like that since both of them have keys, so I knew it wasn't them.

I didnt know what was happening or how many people were outside but I was terrified. I quickly checked to make sure my front door was locked, which it wasn't. I sprinted over to lock the hard lock and as I did so, the door handle turned.

They wouldn't be able to get in because of the hard lock but I have never felt so scared in my life. I went to all the windows and doors in the house and quickly locked them. I then went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. This entire time the pounded on the door was still happening, it stopped when I grabbed the knife. I heard rustling in the bushes from the backyard and quickly turned to see three men in all black approaching the door.

I have a wooden stick holding the sliding door shut, but by the build of these men it did not look like that stick would hold a chance. My upstairs sliding doors lock is broken, if they had gone through the downstairs sliding door, they wouldn't have gotten in at the lock of the door down there is much better and properly working.

I grabbed patches, my knife and sprinted upstairs. As soon as I got to my bedroom I threw patches on the bed, locked the door and called 911.

I texted nick saying that there were people in the house. He called me and I picked up, inadvertly hanging up on 911.

"Y/n? Where are you? Did they hurt you?" Nick asked. He put me on speaker and I heard dream in the car with him. "Y/n, we're coming home right now. We called 911."

"I also called them, I saw three guys l, they broke through the stick in the sliding door. There in the house," I whispered. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Guys, oh my god, I think one of them is coming upstairs. Oh God guys please help." I whispered mixed with sobs. I hid in the closet and left my phone on the call but on the bed.

I heard the door handle to my room being shook and heard a deep, terrifying voice.

"I saw that bitch! She has to be in here. Knock this door down now!" I heard a guy slam into my door and it busted open. I held my breathe as I didnt dare move from my place in the closet.

I closed my eyes and held the knife to my chest as I heard them come in. Loud crash noises told me that they were ransacking my room, trying to rob me. I heard loud footsteps come towards the closet and suddenly there was light on my face as a stranger pulled my arm, making fall on to the floor.

As I fell, the knife was thrown out of my grip and on to the floor in front of the men surrounding me.

"Well well well, what do we have here? What were you gonna do with this sweetheart?" One of the men said in a menacing tone, picking up the knife and dangling it in front of me. The other two soon grabbed my arms and pulled me to stand up. At that point I started sobbing.

"Please! Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me." They laughed at this.

"Oh, honey, we'll take what we want, everything and more. That starts with you." I sobbed as I knew what was going to happen. I tried my best to mentally prepare myself for what I knew would come. I could feel their hands and jabs all over my skin.

Suddenly, before they could get too far, there was a loud crash outside. One man went to see what it was and there was a loud pop, sounding like a gunshot.

As soon as it went off, I screamed, causing another man to go towards the noise. To my horror, the final man pulled me against his chest and took out a gun. I screamed when I saw the shiny object, to which he put his free hand around my neck, almost completely cutting off my breathing, and the hand with the gun came to rest the barrel against my temple.

At this point the door was opened to reveal what looked like a dozen police officers, all pointing their guns in my direction with flashlights.

Someone turned on the overhead light and it seemed like they were talking to the man holding me. I honestly couldn't really pay attention to what they were saying because I was focused more on breathing. It seemed as though everytime someone said something, his hand would grasp my neck tighter.

It got to the point that I was gasping for air, my hands came up to his to try and pry his fingers from my skin, all I could hear was my heart beating like a long ringing noise in my ears. The barrel against my temple was pushing so hard I knew there would be a print left behind. Since the man holding me was much taller than I, it was hard for me to keep my feet on the ground, I could barely reach on my tip toes. I felt like I was going to die. I told myself I was going to. I started thinking about all the good things in my life.

About nick and about dream, patches, God i hope she was okay. In all the chaos I forgot about her. I started crying and felt tears down my cheeks into my mouth. I was crying out of fear, out of realization that this was probably it, out of sorrow that I couldn't tell sapnap how sorry I was that I wouldn't be there for him anymore. I thought about how I would never be able to tell my family how much I love them and how sorry I am that I could no longer be with them. I prayed that they would all be okay and that they would live ling and happy lives.

I felt so many emotions and my mind was so preoccupied that when I felt my knees hit the carpeted floor, I was in a state of shock for a few seconds.

After the few seconds I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me to my feet, I didnt know who it was but I saw a police badge and I just melted into his arms. I was dazed, confused and just needed something to hold on to.

I put my head on his shoulder and sobbed, I felt him lift my legs to carry me, he started taking me outside. When I got to the front door, I got myself down and followed him and three other officers outside. There were police cars everywhere, lights sirens and people were scattered in the street everywhere.

I was brought over to an ambulance, it was there I saw nick and fucking fled to him. I felt my body collid with his as my arms wrapped themselves around his back. I sobbed into his shoulder as I felt him secure my body with his arms.

"N-nick" I sobbed.

"Shh, im right here y/n. I got you baby." I felt dreams hand rubbing down my back as he joined our hug. Sapnap brought me over to the ambulance again where I was medically examined. As I was sitting in the bay of the ambulance, with Nick's arms around me, the man who was inside with the gun was escorted out of the house by police officers.

Seeing him made me instantly stiffen, I felt myself grab on to sapnaps hands tighter and a tear rolled down my cheek. He was put in the back of the police car and it drove off. I let out a breath I didnt realize I was even holding in.

Dream talked with the police as it is his house. They told him the basics, what happened, how many there were, what was found on them. He told us that the house was safe to go back in.

Some officers followed us back inside, saying they needed to get a statement from me. I kept holding on to sapnap, afraid he would disappear. My mind was in a completely different place so I didnt really register what was happening in the room. Dream, sapnap, and two police officers were inside the living room, someone was talking but I wasn't listening.

I was gripping on to sapnaps hoodie and he held me in his arms.

"Nick," I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"I'm here baby, I got you. I love you so much." He told me as he brought my into his chest.

I started crying again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him. Apparently seeing this told everyone in the room to give us a moment.

Feeling sapnaps arms around me grounded me and made me feel much better, as though I was safe. I cried until I couldn't anymore, at which point I leaned back and saw the wet spot I made on his grey hoodie.

"Oh, shit" I laughed. He looked down and chuckled with me, placing a kiss on my forehead. Once I was settled down, dream came back into the room. I asked him where the officers were.

"I spoke to them and explained how you're not up for questioning right now. They told me that you would need to come in Monday morning for an official statement. Then they left." I nodded as I leaned back into sapnap.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, causing both boys to be shocked. "Where's patches?" At this everyone ran upstairs to sapnaps bedroom. After about ten minutes of searching and dream almost hyperventilating, I found her curled into a shaking ball in the corner behind my dresser.

I told dream who pulled her out since he and her were closest. Seeing her made me start sobbing again.

"Oh, y/n, come here, its okay." Sapnap comforted me. I fell into his arms as he embraced patches and dream. Patches came into my lap and I sobbed into dreams shoulder, whilst petting her fur.

"Y/n, this isn't your fault at all. I promise you. I love you so much baby." I smiled at sapnap and held him tight in my arms.

"I love you too baby." I shifted to rest on his shoulder.

"Dream, im so sorry." I got out in between sobs. He brought his finger under my chin and made me look at him.

"Hey, its not your fault. Did you want this to happen? No. Could you control the situation? No. Its not your fault, let's just all be thankful its over and no one was seriously hurt." I sniffles and smiled at his words as the three of us stayed together like that, thankful everything was okay.

"Oh, and I am definitely replacing the lock on that door." At this everyone let out a little chuckle.

[lyndmilaa]

- romance movie air

Pairing : irl!Dream x f!Reader (she/her)

Summary : Dream was willing to fuel your standard, even when it comes to dancing.

Tags : Best Friends to Lovers, slow dancing, 100% Fluff

// universe, if you see this, give me a boyfriend

Forcing Dream to listen to you ramble on and on about how a romance movie has influenced your every move, showing him all of the slow dance scenes and all of the all parts of the movie that struck you, caused him to have basically understand the whole movie without even seeing it.

He enjoyed your ‘fangirl-ing’ and excitement, so there was obviously no bother. In fact, Dream was too adjusted to his hopeless romantic best friend.

“We should slow dance.”

The moment Dream heard you jokingly request a dance, he spent all month learning.

His eyes rolling at the decades old video, finding annoyed at banquet etiquette. There were so many rules that it felt like he was stuck in a classroom again.

Meanwhile, Dream also had to ‘deal’ with your sad expressions of ‘love’ in your living room.

“Just one kiss.” You sighed, eyes glued to your phone. “One good movie kiss.”

“Kiss him.” Dream joked, causing you to immediately look up from your phone.

You rolled your eyes and a light smack on Dream’s shoulder while he laughed at you. “I want to kiss someone I’m dating.”

“You’re too picky.”

Which wasn’t wrong. You knew that it was going to be hard to find anyone who meets the horrendous standards that you have. Frustrated, you put your phone down and cover your face in distress.

“Hey.”

Dream’s voice interrupts your dramatic scene. Looking at the boy, you saw a stupid grin on his face.

“What.”

His smile grew wider, you felt there was a sinister plan going on in that head of his. Giving him a suspicious look, Dream’s smile was basically reaching ear to ear.

“Shall we dance?”

You sat up properly to look at Dream in the face. His smile was still on, and you couldn’t help but return the same. “I don’t know how to waltz.” You confessed, only to see Dream’s laughing face.

He stood up with a proud look on his face. “You don’t have to, I already know.” His voice was filled with confidence, as if he’s been planning to say this forever. “Stand up.” He said, on his phone to play the music.

Following his instruction, you were up on your feet. “Shouldn’t we dress up to dance?” You asked, watching Dream hold out his hand.

“This is just our practice.” He noted. Making sure you knew that there was a “next time”.

With his hand held out, Dream looks into your eyes. “May I have this dance?”

Your face flushed red, you gave out your hand and nodded. “You may.” With your hand on his, Dream’s lips touch your knuckles before he put his hands on your waist. You moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. 

“Ready?”

“Dream. I can’t dance.”

A small chuckle escapes his lips. “Then, follow my lead.” His feet start to move and you looked down on the floor to try and match him.

“You have to look at me, not the floor.”

“But I’ll step on your feet.”

“I don’t mind.”

Swaying to the music, you tried your best to keep eye contact with Dream. Blushing in embarrassment every time you accidentally stepped on his feet.

“1. 2. Twist.” Dream whispered, guiding you along. He made sure to not let go of you, mentally thanking the many videos he watched.

The song ended, the two of you bowed together. Dream took a look at your flushed face and laughed. Giving him another light smack on the shoulder, you rolled your eyes. “I’m going to learn how to waltz.”

“I’ll test you.” Dream said smiling at you.

Your face was still red, you watched Dream sit back on the couch. His eyes were still on you and that stupid smile was still on his face.

“Did you feel it? The ‘romance’ in the air?” Dream asked jokingly. “Was your heart racing?”

He wasn’t sure what answer he wanted from you, but he thought it was pretty funny to see your face bright red. Dream’s mind thought about how fun it was to dance with you. To hold you. To move with you.

And just before he knew it, his face was burning up.

“W-Why aren’t you saying anything?” Dream shuttered, trying to play off his burning face.

You smiled at your friend. “There was no point learning this, no one else is going to dance with me.” You said, while finding a seat. “You’re just fueling my fantasy romance again.”

“Again?”

Ignoring Dream’s remark, you slouched on the couch. “Besides, in the movie…” You look away from Dream. “… they kissed after the dance.”

There was a silence in the room. Instant regret filled your brain. What was the point in saying that anyway?! Spirals were basically circling in your brain.

“You want me to kiss you!?” Dream asked, his face was basically a heater at this point.

“N-No!” You said, unable to look at him.

Silence again.

Seconds felt like minutes, the air was basically suffocating you. Looking over to face Dream, you jumped when you saw that he was looking at you with a flustered face.

“You… want me to kiss you?” Dream asked again but in a whisper.

“S… Sure…” You said quietly.

Closing your eyes, you felt the Dream’s movements on the couch, your heart was racing and your face has been hot since the dance. Was this the romantic air?

Dream’s hand lifted your chin, and you felt his lips pressed against yours. Separating, you opened your eyes and saw Dream’s face up close before shutting your eyes to kiss him again.

“I thought you’d only kiss someone you’re dating.”

“Shut up.”

“Does that mean we’re dating?”

Dream showed off his stupid smile once again, his hand still holding up your chin. Giving your lips a small peck, your blush was basically glued to your face.

“Only if we recreate the scene properly.”

“That means you need some serious dance lessons.”

-END-

21:21 ; 071521*

[umaruwastaken]

I wont leave you, I'm sorry. [short fluff & angst]

: hi, I'm Umaru! im very new to Tumblr and still don't know my way around the app, im pretty sure im missing something with the editing so if you have tips please do tell me :], enjoy!

Synopsis; Clay had announced his relationship with his partner,it was well until you received severe hate, clay was keeping in the anger and accidentally let it out on you.

!!TW!!:Shouting, cursing, panic attack.

↱💚Dream💚↰

→ You tucked your hair out of your face, staring intently in the ceiling... this week isn't the best week for you and your boyfriend.

everything started when he had told his fans about you and you guys' relationship, some were happy and supportive while others didn't take it too well, they were raging... you had received hate and death threats, you tried to remain calm and ignore it convincing yourself that they will forget about it in the next few weeks, but to your dismay, things have been worse, not just with clay's fans but with you two as well.

In the first weeks of getting severe hate, he was there and ready to shower you with comfort and affection, but he suddenly got too busy which makes you feel lonely, but of course you didn't wanna intrude with his career so you let him be, constantly trying to keep the relationship going through a lot of fights have occurred, it started getting worse where you won't even talk to each other without arguing... it was frustrating, but now you had decided that you wanna talk things out with him and fix the mess you both had created.

You're currently waiting in your room, clay's still streaming and have been extremely loud, you missed your chill days with him where you'd just cuddle and whisper soothing words to each other's ear but you haven't talked for the past days and if you do it'll just end up to an argument, You stood up from your bed figuring that he would end stream soon, so you decided to wait in the living room.

_------_------_

After a solid two hours, you had grown impatient, he hadn't left his room though you well know that he had ended his stream since you were watching it...

you sighed finally having the courage to scurry to his room with slight disappointment written on your face...

you had started making dinner and finished.

you knocked three times, waiting expectantly for an answer and receiving none... you knocked again and voiced out this time.

"Clay, dinner's ready," you mutter having hopes that he will answer this time.

sighing once again, you opened the door to see him faced in front of his setup, talking to his friends... he looked over your way with no expression.

"what?" he asked, coming out a little bit too rude for your liking despite waiting for him for 2 hours straight, you decided to be kind and not match his temper for today.

"dinner's ready" you softly mumbled at him.

he turned back to his computer "you go eat, ill come down later." he said before unmuting his mic to talk with sapnap and George once more.

"But, it's been hours and you haven't turned that pc off, you need to eat." he clearly heard your complaint but still chose to ignore you.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me, clay? come on, just this time eat with me," you whined.

"[name], just go... I said ill go down later, eat first." that was his response to your whine, your frown grew deeper as your patience starting to wear off.

"clay! just turn that off and eat."

"I said ill be eating later, go now," he said with a slight hint of annoyance, you can tell that he was running out of patience too... you were too exhausted and just wanted the hugs your boyfriend used to give you, but that computer was your rival, A COMPUTER.

"No, clay, your eyes need to re-"

"can you just shut the f*ck up and go eat for God's sake??! how many times do I have to tell you??! [name] stop being a brat and leave me the f*ck alone!!!"

At this point, you were holding back tears, you were very sensitive with yelling, you had heard something from his pc.

"what the fuck dream?" you heard a familiar voice, which was George.

you sniffled and tried to hold back tears as you wiped those who escaped. "ok... ill go, I'm sorry" you said quietly, taking your leave from his room, as soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted to your room and cried... you tried holding your mouth hoping for the sobs to not be as loud... the voices in your head started speaking.

'he hates you now'

'he'll leave like everyone'

'you were too annoying and clingy'

'he doesn't love you anymore'

'he's tired of you, brat'

she tried stopping them by pulling her hair, starting to have a panic attack.

_________

On the other hand, dream stood in his room functioning what had just happened, you two fought but none ever raised voices nor insulted you like that... he was shocked and shaking as tears threatened to fall from his eyes still hearing his friends nagging.

they had heard everything.

his body trembled thinking that you probably hate him now.

without thinking twice he left the call with nick and George before running out of his room towards yours.

he tried to twist the knob of course its locked, he knocked.

"[name]? baby? please let me in, I'm sorry, I meant nothing of those words! baby? open the door, love... [name] I'm sorry! open the door"

he stopped mid-way hearing her muffled sobs and whimpers.

he started to panic, he went away and grabbed his spare key to your room and frantically opened the door to see you silently crying on the ground, hugging your knees.

he knew how you reacted when a person yells at you, he knew damn well that you were sensitive yet he had failed to take care of you, his mind was full of regret.

tears started falling from his eyes, seeing how much he had hurt you, he was frustrated about the hate and the constant blackmails about being doxxed and shit.

He quickly went towards you and hugged you, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" he hugged you tighter rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm a jerk, [name] I'm sorry" he continued kissing the top of your head and held your face to try and face you.

he had seen your face that was stained with tears with a hurtful expression on your face.

"I hate you" you mumbled "I just wanted you to eat, that all" she cried

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I was just stressed... I was frustrated that the hate will make you leave me I'm so sorry!" he explained kissing your forehead, and wiping the tears off your face.

he rested your head on his chest whispering sorry all over and over again, you had stopped the tears and now you have a runny nose

"ill never do that again, [name], I love you... we'll face the haters and continue loving each other, ok? I'm still very sorry, so to make it up to you, we'll spend two days, cuddling! just us, I promise"

he said laying the two of you on your bed. he caressed your cheeks and kissed your nose before moving towards your lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he muttered all over and over kissing every part of your face.

he sighed contently taking a mental note

'must not shout at baby, must protect baby'

[graqefruito]

blanket wars- georgenotfound

pairing: gn!reader x georgenotfound

type: fluff

cw: swearing, running i guess, falling, petty y/n (as you should bestie)

The sun washed over the sky, cascading a kaleidoscope of warming colours above you. Feelings of adoration felt like silk against your skin as they wrapped you up in a calming cuddle. It was a quiet Thursday evening, 6:41 pm to be exact, and the sweetness of the newly June air fluttered all around. Grass laid below you waving in the gentle breeze with the lilacs at the end of the garden. Their petals smiled a periwinkle grin and their jade leaves swayed.

From behind, small shuffling sounds could be heard making you turn your head gingerly in your camping chair. With his cute, little slippers, George padded over to the chair next to you. Taking in his appearance you noticed he was still in his pyjamas, a plain black shirt and blue, tartan, baggy trousers. Yawning slightly, he plopped into the chair and instantly started to hop his chair closer to yours. After a couple mini jumps, his chair was closer than you thought was physically possible. As he leaned across your body, his hands emerged from his beige jumper and soon enough they were grasping at the cream blanket currently submerging your body in a pit of warmth.

“Oi!” Was the only thing that came from your mouth after you realised what your boyfriend was trying to do.

“Please y/n, I’m begging, I’m practically already frozen, is that what you want? I’m literally going to die, I will freeze to death and they are going to have to put that on my death certificate. My grave will literally say ‘here lies goergenotfound who froze to death because y/n didn’t want to share their huge warm blanket with their lovely, kind, attractive, cool, epic and really really cold boyfriend.” George rambled on, a teasing tone flowing through his words.

However, you would not let his cries of frostiness coerce you out of the amenity of the blanket you were snuggled into. The cynical nature of your mind pushed you to laugh at his stubborn pout and you denied his access to your blanket with alacrity.

“Please, I’m begging you y/n, please” he continued.

A moment of weakness swooned you as his chocolate doe eyes bore into yours, your grip loosened on the fluffy blanket. George noticed this and fully took the opportunity as he yanked the soft fabric out of your hands leaving you gasping while the freezing breeze blasted at you and blew every last whisper of heat away.

“GEORGE!!” You voice boomed with displeasure, “get here right now you prick”

Looking at where George once stood, you noticed he had taken off and now was running aimlessly down the garden, when he reached the bottom you knew he would have nowhere to go. As he edged closer you slowly rose to you feet and began stretching your legs to prepare for the next minute. His body was now crouched with a cream blanket wrapped around it, hiding behind the soft lilacs. Bending down to put your deep brown crocs into sports mode, you took a deep breathe before returning to your previous position.

Letting out a loud war cry, you began to sprint down the garden to the spot where George was currently perched. His eyes widening rapidly, he leapt up, trying not to trip over his slippers. George’s slim body began to try and weave around you letting the cream blanket ripple wistfully in the evening air behind him. Though he tried, you swerved in front of him, making him begin to abruptly halt his movements, forcing him to fall on the ground as his slippers slid below. Grabbing onto you for support, George misjudged your strength as he pulled you down next to him.

With a thump, you both laid tangled on the grass giggling horrendously. Both of your smiles could be literally heard for miles. His arms tenderly slung themselves around your waist and pulled you closer to him, then they heaved you on-top of his body. 

This was your chance. Your arms stretched to the cream quilt that had softly flopped onto the grass earlier. Once your fingers felt the soft fabric they gripped it and you jumped to you feet leaving George groaning in confusion below you.

“Yeah that’s right Mr.NotFound, you can suck it! Fuck you Georgie” you quipped, letting George roll his eyes at your pettiness.

Allowing him to stay strewn on the ground, you wandered back up to the camping chairs at the other end of the garden and cuddled into the cream fluff. The sun had set a while back leaving you to just stare at the stars that were beginning to unveil themselves around you. Slowly he waddled up the garden, joining you again and thus you chose to sit on top of him. George permit you begrudgingly as it meant he got the soft blanket as well as it secretly meaning he got to hug and kiss you whenever he pleased, which to him was the biggest, most precious bonus.

ALSO LOOK AT THIS PIC OF GEORGE FROM TWT LMAO