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George with no wilbur hat in one scene:

The next scene:

The question is did wilbur willingly give that hat away cus he looks pissed LMAO

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Georgebur Hanahaki Au

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This story is heavily inspired by this post by @clairedreems! If you haven't read theirs then I suggest you do.

Georgebur But they're Cats and in Love

The alley Wilbur was running through was wet. It smelled like a combination of the rain that had poured the night before and the garbage cans that lined the sides of it.

His fur was soaked and sticking up in odd directions from his attempts to dry himself, but he didn’t care. He had more important things to worry about.

Once he reached the end of the alley he looked around to see if anyone was coming down the street before taking off across the street.

He looked up at the large house in front of him.

It was a two-story that was painted a pale blue color with white accents. The front yard was decorated with primroses, stocks, red chrysanthemums, and gypsophila.

He walked around to the side where the large privacy fence started. He walked until he found the hole he had dug underneath it nearly two months ago. He crawled underneath it, being careful not to get his underside too muddy.

He walked to the back porch and was getting ready to jump onto the windowsill above him when he heard a noise behind him.

He turned, ready to run or even fight if it was needed.

He relaxed when he saw that it was just Dream.

‘What are you doing?’ The golden retriever asked, despite already knowing.

Wilbur stared at him tentatively before speaking hesitantly. ‘I’m here to see George.’ 

‘So you’re gonna risk falling from the second story of a house?’ He asked, voice teasing.

‘If that’s what it takes to see him, then yes.’

Dream let out a laugh. ‘My god, you are so fucking sappy. And people say cats don’t feel love!’ He cooed mockingly.

Wilbur bristled. He was getting ready to retort when a soft voice reached his ears.

‘Dream? Who are you talking to?’

Both boys turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a smaller, cream-colored cat.

He was leaning against the doggy door. His fur was slightly messy, but not to the extent that Wilbur’s was.

The baby blue bow that was tied against his neck was askew.

That combined with his sleepy eyes and languid movements were enough to tell Wilbur that the other cat had probably just awoken from a nap.

‘I’m just talking to your boyfriend.’ Dream said, voice teasing.

‘What?’ George asked before moving to look around the back porch. 

His eyes widened when he caught sight of Wilbur.

‘Wilbur!’ He exclaimed, running the rest of the way out of the house and jumping onto a small box that was underneath the railing Wilbur was standing on.

‘Gogy!’ He called back softly with a fond voice.

He jumped down to sit on the box next to George. 

Almost immediately, the other cat was circling him excitedly. He was rubbing himself against Wilbur’s sides, purring furiously. 

‘Hey, baby.’ Wilbur whispered as George tucked himself underneath his chin and began rubbing their cheeks together.

They stayed like for a while.; George rubbing against the larger cat and Wilbur accepting the affection, both of them purring loudly. 

Suddenly George pulled away with a soft gasp.

‘Hold on! I have something for you.’ With that George took off, jumping off the box and running back into the house.

As Wilbur watched George run, he noticed that Dream had gone back inside as well.

He sat outside for about a minute before George returned.

When he did, he was holding something in his jaw.

George jumped back onto the box and carefully placed the object in front of the other cat. He used his nose to gently nudge it closer to Wilbur.

’What’s this, Georgie?’ ‘It’s one of the treats my owners give me. I figured you could use it more than me.’ 

Wilbur looked between George and the treat, feeling awestruck. 

He began to eat the treat, opting to lay down as he filled his starving belly.

God, it felt like it had been so long since his last meal. He was so hungry and being able to finally eat something that wasn’t out of the garbage felt amazing.

As he ate, he felt George lay down next to him. The other cat began grooming him, licking at the sides of his neck and top of his head.

They remained like that until Wilbur finished his treat, at which point he curled up around George.

As he slipped off to sleep he could feel George still grooming him, except he had moved to his under neck and chest.

Wilbur had never, in his entire life, thought he’d be this happy and content.

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Thunder Storms: A Georgebur Age Regression Fic

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Wilbur was becoming increasingly more anxious as he continued to check the weather.

The forecast for the next few was predicted to be heavy rain. Not just rain but storms. The next couple of hours were meant to be full of violent storms. And that scared him.

Not because he was afraid of storms. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He loved storms. The sound of rain and thunder combined with the occasional flash of lightning always makes him feel calm.

The issue, however, was with his boyfriend.

You see, his boyfriend was an age regressor and had woken up in his headspace.

That in and of itself also wasn’t the issue.

Wilbur loved taking care of his baby. He liked seeing the smaller boy look so comfortable and stress-free. Seeing him sitting on the floor or couch in one of Wilbur’s oversized sweaters, pacifier in his mouth as he watched whatever cartoon was on the T.V., brought Wilbur unexplainable amounts of joy.

And the fact that George trusted him enough to not only tell him about his headspace but also take care of him while he was in that headspace, was an even better feeling.

The issue was that Wilbur didn’t know how George would respond to the storms.

While doing research about age regression shortly after his boyfriend told him about it, he came across a thread of caregivers talking about how their littles reacted to thunderstorms.

Most of them were saying that their little ones were afraid of storms. Sure, there were a few who said that they liked the storms, but the overwhelming conclusion was that, much like actual children, a large majority of littles were afraid of storms.

So, somewhat logically, Wilbur assumed that George would be as well.

So he was obviously worried to find out how his boyfriend would respond. He was going through all possible outcomes when he was pulled from his thoughts by a soft voice.

“Daddy?” The boy tucked under his arm spoke.

He hummed. "Yes, baby?"

The boy blinked up at him, processing the words and trying to figure out the right words to say.

"Mmmm. I'm hung'y." He mumbled, one hand reaching to clutch the fabric of his caregiver's shirt and the other bringing the corner of his sleeve up to his mouth to chew on.

Wilbur moved to pull his sleeve from the boy's mouth. "You're hungry, sweet pea?"

"Mhm."

"Well, let's go to the kitchen. Shall we?"

Wilbur stood up, holding his hand out for the smaller boy.

As they passed one of the windows during their short trek to the kitchen, Wilbur noticed the darkening sky. He tried to push the nervousness away. Not wanting to potentially worry the little.

When they entered the room, Wilbur picked up the boy, carefully placing him on the counter. He moved to step between his legs.

"So what do you wanna eat, pumpkin?" He asked, leaning down to rub their noses together.

George giggled, moving to cup the man's face.

"Hmmm. Mac an' cheese!" He exclaimed in an excited voice and large grin.

Wilbur couldn't help but laugh fondly at the younger boy's enthusiasm.

"Alright then. Mac and Cheese it is."

He pressed a kiss to the other boy's forehead and began boiling the water.

Once he had the water on the stove he turned to face George.

The boy was staring into space, absentmindedly humming as he chewed on his sweater paws.

He moved to stand between his thighs, reaching up to carefully pull the cloth out of his mouth and cooing at him when he whined.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pacifier.

It was one of George’s favorites. It was a deep blue color. The ring of it is a transparent grey and decorated with silver stars. The guard of it was a lighter shade of blue with a sheep on the front.

Wilbur had gotten it custom made shortly after they began their little and caregiver relationship and George had fallen in love with it almost immediately.

Wilbur lifted the object to his mouth.

“Say ahh.” He said, watching as he took it into his mouth.

The two of them stared at each other for a few moments.

Wilbur was so deeply in love with the boy sitting in front of him that it physically hurt him sometimes.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the guard of the pacifier with a dramatic “mwah” noise, grinning when George let out a soft giggle.

He moved to rub his nose against his caregivers, Wilbur feeling his heart melt at the adorable action.

How did he get so lucky?

He was interrupted by George’s gasp.

“Daddy! Look!”

The boy was pointing to the stove where the water in the pot had begun to boil over.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. He moved quickly and lowered the heat, deciding this was his sign to poor in the pasta.

He turned back around when he heard the other boy giggling.

“What’s so funny, sweetpea?” He asked, a fond smile making its way onto his face.

George continued giggling as he spoke. “You said a naughty word!”

“Did I?” “Mhm!”

Wilbur wrapped his arms around the little and buried his nose in soft brown hair.

Once the food was done, Wilbur served them both and they sat at the counter and ate.

When Wilbur finished his food, he pushed his bowl away and watched the other boy eat.

He took in the boy’s features as he ate carefully.

His hair was somewhat messy. Since he had woken up feeling little, he hadn’t bothered to comb his hair.

His face was stained a pretty shade of pink. The color was dusted across his nose and cheeks. It almost looked like someone had taken a makeup brush and carefully applied the blush like makeup.

The outfit he was dressed up in was very simple and comfortable.

He was wearing one of Wilbur’s jumpers. It was a simple black one that had a mushroom on the front of it. It was a bit big on himself so it absolutely drowned George in soft, dark fabric. His fingers were barely peeking out of the sleeves. As he ate the sleeves kept falling down his arms. No matter how far he shoved them up they continued to fall down.

It was visibly frustrating him.

Wilbur leaned over and grabbed his hands. He rolled the sleeve up until they reached right above his wrist.

“Thank you, dada.” He mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“You’re welcome, cookie but don’t speak with your mouth full.”

He nodded and continued eating.

When he was done he pushed his bowl away.

“You done, bub?” “Mhm.”

Wilbur stood up and took both of their bowls, moving to the sink to wash them.

He was about halfway through it when a bright light flashed through the room, quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder.

Wilbur tensed up when he heard a soft gasp, waiting to see if the boy was afraid.

“Daddy! Daddy! Did you see that?” The excited tone of his voice was enough to have Wibur’s entire body relaxing.

He turned to face him, grinning as he continued rambling.

“There was a big flashy thingy and then BOOM! Wait. Is it raining?”

He looked out the window, eyes lighting up when he saw the rain hitting the window.

“Daddy, can we go play in the rain?”

Wilbur smiled fondly, nodding slowly at the excited boy.

“Yea, of course, baby.”

He helps him get into a raincoat and boots and they spend the next hour playing in the rain.

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Ao3 Link

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dnfers truthing that dnf are dating vs George and Wilbur having an ACTUAL DATE IRL and they took photos of each other and posted it in their stories

to go on dates is to be dating, therefore georgebur are dating and sorry i don't make the rules

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the saga continues. they perpetuate the cycle of life

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I want a bf who looks at and talks about me the same way Wilbur does to George

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Things that are cannon in my DreamNotSoot oneshot book:

-George is trans masc, Dream is genderfluid, Wilbur just generally does't give a fck.

-Dream and Wilbur have a friendly rivalry because before they were both dating George(and one another) they were both after George's love

-Wilbur and Dream are band kids

-Wilbur plays trumpet(it's how he met Tommy)

-Dream is a percussionists

-All three of them are theater kids

-They all steal each other's clothes

-Wilbur and Dream fight over who's hoodie George wears for the day

-Forehead kisses. Lots of them

-Dream doesn't like that Wil is taller than him so he will stand on stools, stairs, or litterally anything that will make him look taller

-Wilbur’s mom is allergic to cats and doesn’t like dogs so he loves going to his bf’s houses to see their pets

-Wilbur is the big spoon, George is the middle spoon, and Dream is the little spoon

-They change spots sometimes depending if someone wants to be in the middle, hold someone, or be held.

-But this is the usual order

-Dream and Wilbur like making out with each other

-Like alot

-George is kinda tired of it at this point

-Dream likes when he wakes up first because he enjoys watching his bf’s sleep

-Not in a creepy way

-He just thinks they’re pretty and likes how peaceful they look

-George wanted to wear a skirt to school but was nervous because he thought it “wasn’t” manly” and that people would misgender him more.

-Dream and Wilbur both wore skirts with him.

-No one really noticed

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courting

a certain street cat visits a certain housecat

note: inspired by this. they are literally cats. like literally cats.

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It took you forever to appear, he tells the cat that has just walked on the spiked wall. George has never really learned why Wilbur keeps visiting their house, despite the spikes, but the housecat has gotten used to it.

He licks his paw, waiting for Wilbur to make his way to him.

Sorry, baby, the little brother was acting up a bit, the street cat purrs back. He hesitates, paces a bit on the wall.

The tabby cat took a second, before finally leaping and landing on the windowsill. They greet each other, rubbing first their faces, and then the sides of their body on each other. It doesn't escape Wilbur's notice that George is seemingly doing his greeting rushed.

George rolls his eyes and moves away from the windowsill, knowing well Wilbur was worried that he might hit George if he jumped. Silly cat.

You seem like you’re in a hurry, Wilbur comments, almost questioning.

George doesn't reply, already walking on ahead. Wilbur jumps down the window and gracefully on the floor, curious as to where the other cat was going, when he hears to his surprise, little gurgling noises. He's never heard that in this house before.

The humans have taken in a small one, George explains, deftly climbing the nearby cabinet to watch some… thing? Wilbur can see movement inside a new contraption he's only seen today.

Small one?

Their kitten, George replies, and Wilbur can almost pick up on the fondness of his tone.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Wilbur also climbs up. The contraption, apparently, was a small, high bed, and the "something" was a new, smaller version of the humans in George's house. He's seen them before, out in the streets, all in varying sizes, a lot of them really noisy. This human kitten seemed awfully small and was making lots of noises. Uncomfortable ones. As if crying for its parents.

The shorthair leaves his perch, manoeuvring his way inside the contraption as Wilbur watches. The human kitten reaches for George's tail, and Wilbur grimaces, expecting someone to get hurt, but instead, the shorthair only makes himself comfortable, purring low, as if comforting it.

Wilbur's tail flicks, wondering if he should help, but all he gets is a hiss.

Don't you dare go here, George warns angrily, already situating himself in between the human kitten and Wilbur.

Wilbur finds it funny. George is nice, generally, until his human family is brought up. And then he gets awfully overprotective. Alright, he knows when to concede in defeat, I won't.

When the human kitten has seemingly fallen asleep, George goes back to him and rubs his face on Wilbur again. An apology for the sudden irritability. It almost makes Wilbur smile.

George pulls away, jumping off the cabinet and then looks back at him. Should we go raid the pantry then?

Of course.

And this is why Wilbur returns, every few nights or so, sneaking out from under his brother's noses and braving the spiked walls: to have these nights with George, just the two of them, sharing meals and stories, inside a home.

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I posted this like a week ago but forgot to put it here lmao

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This is super cute but I'd like to know what Wilbur used the broom for.

Poly Sapnap x George x Wilbur bc why not.

•) Road trips. Sapnap driving, Wilbur is the DJ, George delivers chaotic fun for all. Perhaps they go to a mountainous area for hiking, boat rides, stargazing.

•) Minecraft dates. Together they build their home, get tons of dogs and cats. Sometimes they do challenges, which Wilbur isn't that good at so George sometimes helps him.

•) When Sapnap visits UK they give him a tour of London. they walk hand in hand, Wilbur in the middle, because George and Sapnap started play fighting because their hands were getting sweaty.

•) Speaking of play fighting there's alot of it between sapnap and George. Wilbur had a broom once. One that wasn't accidentally broken in half at least.

•) They love escape rooms. Wilbur is usually the one who is always ahead of the rest of them, since Sapnap always wants to break something and George needs to argue with him to stop.

•) George and Wilbur love early mornings. Sapnap always sleeps until afternoon so the other two use this time to hang out with each other. Soft music playing on the radio with a cup of coffee in wilburs hand and a cup of black tea in George's and the two of them plan out their day ahead and what cool things they might do when their other boyfriend wakes up. Sometimes they just lay on the couch and cuddle.

•) Wilbur goes to Sapnap for lore related questions. Sure, Sapnap isn't always involved with the bigger things happening on the smp but he always has brilliant ideas that Wilbur can brainrot on and write in the doc.

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I got Georgebur :D

Hello I made a very dumb uquiz

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Hello hello hello! So I decided to make a Discord server for Georgebur enjoyers! Feel free to join if you'd like

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Georgebur animatic. I forgot to send this here, sorry tumblr-

🔊AUDIO ON 🔊

Rt is appreciated <33

It sucks, ik. This is my first time doing an animatic.

I also posted it on my youtube channel but the quality is shit so we are not gonna talk about that <3

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Here's something I wrote. Enjoy