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rk-xin · 2 years

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hiii!!! im obsessed with tnotg and your writing, you're so talented!!:)) would u ever consider writing a scene where george is the one to be flustered?? As much as i love dream being flustered, i adore when the dom in the relationship for once start stuttering and blushing, i think it is a nice little change in the dynamic<3 like imagine carys getting all flustered when dream does something particularly sweet and he starts freaking out while dream gets that little love high...

hii !! tysm <3

now, i dont currently have any planned scenes for the fic with flustered carys, bc he's not really the type to blush/fluster easily (with the exception of,, yk,, Those Kisses) - so if i can't guarantee it in canon, i will write a drabble of it!

[prompt: flustered carys. that's it.]

again, for continuity, this drabble would happen post-canon. meaning yes, they are in an established relationship here. :)

It's been an absolute shit fucking few weeks for George Carys.

Classes have been kicking his ass half to Neptune, work's been understaffed and shoving him into 30-hour weeks, his mental health has been as bright as the fucking sewerage system in the shadow realm, and don't even get him started on that constant migraine that hasn't left his head since he first gained consciousness.

It's been downright exhausting.

He stumbles into the apartment at (maybe) 3am, completely detached from reality at this point after a rush at work, and drops his shit at the door.

He'll deal with it later.

(Or not. Probably not. He hasn't even had the energy to do the damn dishes for however many days.)

Moving around the hallways on pure muscle memory alone, eyes half-closed, he finds himself in the bathroom - reaching out to the makeup wipes he always keeps in the same specific spot, next to the sink, so he doesn't have to turn on the light for it.

Probably way too vigorously to be healthy for his skin, he rubs off all the makeup on his face, incapable of giving enough of a shit to check if he's actually succeeding in taking it all off.

His eyes are still half-closed (or fully closed, at this point, who fucking knows or cares) as he strips his body of all the elaborate accessories and clothes he'd worn for the shift - leaving them across the bathroom sink and floor in a complete mess that can be a future-him problem.

Shuffling out of the bathroom, ready to knock the fuck out until Dream wakes him up in time for at least a bite of lunch, George is forced to frown and pry open his eyes at the sight of a light.

It takes a while for his vision to focus, but when it does, he sees Dream sitting upright on their bed, back against the headboard, hands in his lap, kind face illuminated by the soft bask of their bedside lamp.

"Why are you awake," George grumbles, crawling under the sheets. It's comforting, to have the cotton against his almost-bare body. (It would be fully bare, boxers and all, but someone made too big a deal of it.) "It's late."

He uses whatever energy he has left in his body to keep his eyes open, staring up at his boyfriend beside him, who gives him a soft smile. "I was just worried about you, mon chéri."

George grumbles, turning his body to wrap his arms around Dream's waist. Dream indulges him, running a gentle hand through George's hair, massaging the top of his nape. "Sorry," George mumbles.

"Don't apologise," Dream answers, bringing his other hand to George's jaw, turning his head to meet his gaze again. "Really. It was my own decision."

"Still. I've got shit hours, and you have to deal with it."

"You're the one dealing with the brunt of it," Dream argues. His brows furrow with concern, something that makes George's gut churn. He hates that expression on Dream's handsome face. "You're struggling."

"I'm not-"

"You've been too tired to make your usual comments, Carys," he says, a slight chuckle beneath his words. "You don't even have enough energy to make instant coffee half the time."

George would argue.

If he had the willpower to.

Too lazy to fight it, George lets Dream pull him upright, leaning his head against his broad shoulders. George isn't complaining about the position.

"You've been working so hard, mon chéri. Too hard." Between them, Dream holds their hands together, tracing the lines of George's palms. "And I know that you don't think you are, but it's true. You're overworking yourself. You can't take on everything that you're trying to, even if you're capable - just because you can, it doesn't mean you should."

He follows the sight of their conjoined hands as Dream brings them up to his lips, peppering a kiss against George's knuckles.

"It's okay to admit you're struggling, Carys. It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes. No one is going to think less of you if you do. I promise."

There's sincerity, in those green eyes.

There always is.

But the way that Dream is looking at him in the limelight, painfully kind eyes bearing into his soul... something in George breaks.

"I'll still love you just as astronomically much," Dream continues, gorgeous grin lighting up the room more than any lamp can. "So will Wilbur, and Niki, and Sapnap, and everyone else - we're all your friends, and we all care about you." He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to George's forehead, over his bangs. (He should really get a haircut.) "The point is, you've got friends that are willing to take some of the load off your shoulders. And you deserve all of us; you deserve the world - let me give it to you."

He's expecting maybe a chuckle, perhaps a hum, at the very least a little bit of movement - but instead, Dream is met with dead silence. He pulls away from his boyfriend, just a little bit, to see George staring at him from behind thick bangs.

George's mouth hangs slightly open, hands gripping Dream's tightly. With his free hand, Dream brushes George's fringe away from his face ever so gently, fingers moving with the caution of a silversmith handling the most delicate mineral.

And in the bask of soft comforting light, Dream gets to see a sight - the eighth wonder of the world.

On the high of George's cheekbones, a red spreads across the pale skin - blending into the outer corner of his eyes, and painting the tip of his nose in a flush. His brown eyes are blown wide, now, despite the exhaustion; lips just barely ajar in utter astonishment; brows leaving their usual scowl to house soft shock instead.

George Carys is blushing.

And he blushes adorably.

Dream doesn't even think about trying to stop his grin. "You're blushing."

"I-" George releases their hands in a hurry, averting his gaze and pulling away from Dream's grasp, hair falling right back over his face again. "No I'm not. I don't blush."

Dream loses himself in giggles. "You're flustered! Oh, this is great. This is euphoric. It feels so nice to be on the other side of this."

"Shut up," George groans, holding his face in his hand. "Shut the fuck up."

Somehow, Dream finds it all the more cute. "I think I get why you do it to me all the time, now. It's worth it." George grumbles in response, tiredly trying to decide if he actually loves his dimwit of a boyfriend. "Hey." Dream prods him with a shoulder. "Can you blush for me again, mon chéri? Please? C'mon, please? Pretty please?"

His answer is a hand held against Dream's jaw, spreading across his neck and nape - pulling him in to shut him the fuck up. He crashes his lips against Dream's, his own pleasure the least of his concerns at the moment, as he trails a finger down Dream's adam's apple; runs his tongue against Dream's bottom lip.

When he pulls away, Dream's lost all of whatever cocky confidence he'd gained, shoulders rising to his neck and green eyes looking around the place.

George's win. "It's better when you're the one flustered," he says, leaning their foreheads together.

Dream laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're still blushing, you know."

"...Shut up."

[the end. woo!]

thanks anon for this prompt, was very cute and domestic and entirely different to the type of stuff I keep writing for these two horny idiots.

also, yes, I've made it canon that astutia's petname for carys (in the future) is mon chéri - sorta like "my dear" or "my darling" in french! bc astutia's mom is french. that comes up in chapter 7 <3

hope you enjoyed this drabble! i promise I'm working on the actual fic jkshdkjfhj

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nagichi-boop · 3 years

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hey there! i have a few questions i'm confused about related to ocd. i'm not diagnosed with ocd but i do have anxiety (health and general anxiety) and when i asked my therapist regarding this, she said it didn't point towards ocd. so here i am bcs i wanna learn where to draw the line.

i've been having a anxious period for the last two weeks. so mostly what if intrusive thoughts like "what if my anxiety never recovers?" keep coming a few times but i can deal with them.

however, last week i read a post and after that, a certain word started popping up in my mind. it was bothersome at first but then i eventually got over it. but then a random person told me it sounds like ocd and i got anxious about that.

now the word barely pops up but when it does, it doesn't bother me. however, what makes me anxious is the "what if its ocd?" thought. i know it sounds weird but rather than actually having other intrusive thoughts, the thought that's making me anxious the most is "since i have/had a word in my mind, it indicates ocd."

my therapist says it could've been ocd in case it was the word (and other words/thoughts) that bothered you but instead what's causing you distress is the what if its ocd thought as in i've self diagnosed myself and my anxiety brain is making me believe it. she said that it points more towards anxiety.

but now i find myself questioning every one of my habits. like does me choosing/preferring certain colors over others, buying/using only light colored cloth hangers bcs they look more positive, finding one side of bed better than other, praying everyday bcs i don't like skipping it, sitting at the end of the table or just me wanting to stick to my schedule, are these compulsions? or are these just habits and preferences? these choices don't impact my life in any way nor do they make me anxious and i can change those up easily but now, i find myself questioning them.

i'm sorry if you find this bothering you. that was not my intention. i just had some questions as to where do we draw the line between daily habits and ocd compulsions? or even between anxiety what ifs (like what if i have xyz disease?) and ocd obsessions/compulsions?

thank you and sending lots of love ❤

Hey, thanks for the ask! And dw you’re not bothering me. <3

I’m gonna start off by saying I’m not a professional - heck, I am not even diagnosed with ocd and I still on and off doubt that I have it - so I’m by no means the authority on what is and isn’t ocd, but I can try offer my opinion?

I’m not entirely sure how much research you’ve done into ocd and I still myself struggle to know what is and isn’t a sign of ocd. The constant wondering if the thing is ocd could be rumination, which is I believe a type of compulsion, but I can’t say for certain whether that’s directly a result of ocd.

The things you listed in that one paragraph I suppose could be ocd, but since you said it doesn’t cause you anxiety it’s possible it’s also not. To my knowledge, compulsions are usually done out of a state of anxiety. For example, someone who has a hand washing compulsion will find it deeply uncomfortable and anxiety inducing to not wash their hands when the desire pops up. I don’t really think that if it’s related to ocd that you can easily just change them, but again I’m not an expert. It’s an uncontrollable intrusive thought that leads to the action rather than a matter of preference. I guess it kinda depends why you do them. Do you pray every day because that’s your routine or because you’re worried that if you don’t something bad will happen?

Ocd is marked by obsessions, compulsions and intrusive thoughts. So someone might have something like “if I don’t flick the light switch 7 times, my whole family will die”, and so they have to do the compulsion of flicking the light switch to relieve that anxiety. There’s also a subtype of ocd called Pure O (or Pure Obsessional), who do has a misleading name because you still get compulsions, they’re just more internal. For example, you might worry “what if I have cancer” and then you think about it a lot, research the symptoms online, ask people if they’ve noticed anything, etc.

The only thing I can suggest is perhaps doing more research? I mean for me personally researching is part of my problem - I crave certainty and so I research different mental health disorders for hours a day in hopes it’ll give me an answer (which it doesn’t besides maybe some temporary relief). Try looking up different types of ocd, see examples of different obsessions and compulsions, maybe check tags on Tumblr or even reach out to ocd specific accounts if they have asks or smth open. I’ve learned a lot from just sending people messages asking about it and hearing other people’s experiences with it. Maybe you could even write down things that you think could be symptoms, then maybe bring them up with your therapist? Say that it’s been worrying you and you’d like to talk through it? I don’t have a therapist so idk how it works, sorry

I’m sorry if this answer isn’t helpful. Again, I’m not a professional or even diagnosed with ocd, so most of my knowledge is based on researching the symptoms I personally seem to have. You’re welcome to dm me if you like, but I think there are probably people who would be way more helpful to talk to. ^^;;

Perhaps if anyone who has ocd sees this they can offer some input? Maybe comment, reblog or leave an ask? (Again, I’m rly sorry for not being able to provide a better answer.)

#sorry if this isn’t helpful or what you wanted #I’m still learning myself #ocd #obsessive compulsive disorder #pure o ocd #mental illness #mentally ill #neurodiverse #neurodivergency #neurodiversity #long post #nagichi asks

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