Hey everyone! My name is Storm and due to sudden ambition, along with Hamilton-role-playing block men, I have decided to start this writing blog! So here are a few things that you should know...
I specifically write mcty(s) x reader (c! and cc!)
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I will only be writing writing platonic for minors and other content creators that are uncomfortable with anything else, so once more don't ask.
I also will not be writing for any content creator or character that has specifically said that they are uncomfortable with be written about. For more information on the content creators' comfort level go to (smp-boundaries), there you will find what you need to know!
Also! I'm not writing nsfw, because it makes me feel uncomfortable at this very moment. Will that change in the future? We'll find out!
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Masterlist
Fall Festivities With The Feral Boys Masterlist (on hold)
Making Two Idiots Confess Their Feelings: For Dummies Masterlist
Rules
About Me
Taglist
Anon List
Comfort Fics <3
Anywho, I hope you enjoy my blog, the fanfics, and my occasional ramble sessions! Kisses! <3
note: well its been a while hasn't it. i haven't really been in the fandom as much as i used to, over the summer i got more into anime and such, but i still love DSMP. there's also the fact that i am getting swamped by school and have very little motivation to write anything big, so here's a headcanon! Kisses! <3
So Quackityβs hair is pretty long right now
Like braiding length
All I can think of is just one day your hanging out at his house and you just get the sudden idea to braid his hair
Regardless of whether or not youβre good at it, youβre going to do it anyway
So you ask him
I feel like heβs the kind of person to like his hair played with even though he doesnβt show his hair
What can I say? He likes attention
But I digress.
You ask him if you can braid his hair
He laughs at you thinking youβre joking
Youβre serious
Heβs confused (not sure why, but he is)
Anywho
Like many things you do together, itβs chaotic, so you both end up with stomach pains and Quackity has knots in his hair from your failed attempts (he wouldnβt stop moving soβ¦kinda his fault)
It would be a very cute moment combining Quackityβs love languages: quality time and physical touch
So regardless of how the braid turned out, it would be a good way to spend time with each other
Now flipping the person who is doing the braiding would probably be the same thing (just imagine that you have braidable hair if you donβtβ or donβt imagine it. Iβm not the boss of you)
A little personal backstory: Iβve been braiding my hair and others hair for years, so Iβve gotten pretty good at it
I remember trying to teach my cousin to do the same (she had no prior experience) and my hair ended up turning into an absolute mess (she really did her best)
It made me think of trying to teach Quackity how to braid hair (if he had no prior experience)
He would definitely try his hardest while you would be trying your hardest to explain to him how to braid hair correctly
I canβt imagine it going to well though, because of the fact that I feel like he would attempt a french braid first, because heβs just like that
What? You want me to braid your hair? Nothing fancy or anything? I think not.
It would be a lot of:
βnoβ no! you add a new piece before you braid it in!β
βwHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!β
βiβM NOT!β
It would be a whole thing
Besides that fact, youβd end up cuddling after the hair braiding struggles and giggles you both shared
You know that trope where thereβs this really hot guy and the main girl isnβt really phased by him? What if she progressively realizes the reason why sheβs not fazed by him is because sheβs a lesbian
note: Thank you for 300 followers! The time Dream posted his most recent pictures actually worked out really well for making this! Kisses! <3
summery: dream misses sapnap so he's posting pictures again... shocker
The minute you hear giggling coming from the couch, you know Dream is up to something. Heβs not necessarily βtameβ anyway, but at this point Sapnap has been out of the house for about a week. So, your boyfriend has gotten a little restless.
You peer around the wall separating the kitchen and the living room to witness Dream sprawled out on the couch, with his phone arm's length from his face, and his tongue partially sticking out his mouth. The sound of the picture being taken rings through the room as Dream brings the phone back down to his face to check the result. From the intense giggling and the happy kicking out his feet, you can tell heβs satisfied with the outcome.
By the time your boyfriend notices your presence, youβre leaning against the wall you were once peaking around with an amused smile painted on your face.
βHi, Baby! Iβm taking pictures on Snapchat!β He exclaims while aggressively gesturing to his phone, a huge smile plastered on his face.Β
βI assumed so.β You laugh, walking over to where Dream lays and crouching down by his head.
You give the man a chaste kiss on his nose, causing him to laugh and throw his sweater-covered arm over his eyes, scrunching his nose.Β
Hand now running though his hair, you slightly pull at the ends. βYou need a haircut.β
βI know,β he says, pouting. βI actually posted about that on my story!β Dream takes his arm off his eyes and sits up slightly to meet your height. A gentle smile overtakes him as he studies your face, taking in its slopes and curves and the color of your eyes, a feeling of comfort washes over him.Β βYouβre really prettyβ didja know that?βΒ
A blush paints your face and you evert your eyes from his form as you scoff. Itβs not like he doesnβt compliment you constantly, itβs the fact that you can tell he means it with every intense and honest stare. Apparently, he didnβt like the lack of attention (it was for like two seconds but whatever), so he shifted his legs off the couch, situating himself so you are placed between his legs.Β
He cups your cheek in his palm, turning your head to face him again. βAttention. Now.β He says, causing you to roll your eyes but lean into his touch anyway.
βYouβre so clingy.β You chuckle, eyes full of adoration for the man before you.
βOnly for you.β He says with a toothy grin. You cock your eyebrow, not believing the statement for a second. This man is over here hoeing out because his boyfriend isnβt home. βMostly for you?β He corrects.
βThere you go.β You snicker, pecking him on the lips.
The quick kiss isnβt enough for your boyfriend (shocker), because the moment you begin to pull away, Dream pulls you in once more. His other hand comes up to rest on the back of your neck, thumb tilting up your jaw to deepen the kiss, while your hands slowly run up and down his thighs. You have to pull away shortly after the kiss begins, because, Genius, over here, didnβt actually give you time to take a breath after the first kiss. You rest your forehead against the otherβs, both basking in each other's presence.
βWanna makeout?β Dream smirks breathlessly, moving his hands down your waist to reside right above the waistband of your pants, quickly snapping the elastic.
βClay.β You deadpan, playfully slapping his hand away from your shorts.
βWhat?!β He asks innocently as he tries to break your blank face. Understanding that youβre not going to fold, he sighs dramatically and throws his body back on the couch. βFiiiiiine!β I guess we can just wait till later.βΒ
The man throws the back of his hand over his eyes, peeking every once in a while to make sure youβre still paying attention to him. His performance is quickly broken when a thought pops through his head, making him shoot up and startle you.
βUh, you good?β You ask, thoroughly confused at his increasingly excited/insane expression.
Your question causes Dream to whip his head in your direction, his smile growing wider by the second. βWhere are our scissors?β
