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Unmuted [GeorgeNotFound x Reader]

Hello!! Here is another requested filled for a GeorgeNotFound x Reader one shot!! I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it, and as always, requests are always open! [: — Froggie♡

Unmuted

It’s been about two months since you were invited to the Dream SMP Minecraft server. It all started when you were playing Minecraft on Twitch, your usual fifteen viewers interacting and watching when all of a sudden, your chat was being spammed with TOMMY RAID, TOMMY RAID. And not even five second later, the raid notification popped up onto the screen stating: TommyInnit is raiding with a party of 23,097. Your mouth fell open as you watched all the new follows flow in, as well as a couple subs here and there. Over and over again, you thank Tommy for the raid.

After Tommy raided you, he ended up following you on Twitter and actually keeping in contact with you; telling you that he genuinely enjoyed your content. And then, a few weeks later, you were invited to the Dream SMP. You couldn’t believe how fast everything was changing for the better—your community was growing and you were being shown so much love and support. Not to mention, you were making so many new friends from the server.

Throughout the two months you have been on the server, you found yourself getting closer with not only Tommy, but with Dream, Niki, Sapnap, and George, too. However, it didn’t take long for you and George to form a special bond with each other.

You began playing Minecraft with him more often and he would gratefully attend your streams to help entertain, as well as invite you to his own to do the same. The two of you even played together off-stream together, too.

It didn’t take long for you to develop a crush on the boy. Who wouldn’t have a crush on him with his bubbly personality and stunning looks? However, you kept telling yourself that he wasn’t interested in you and probably never will be, so you pushed those feeling to the back of your heart and chest and began to ignore them.

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As you were streaming one day, Sapnap and George both in the call with you as the three of you attempted to build a new restaurant within the server, you and George mindlessly flirted with each other as Sapnap made joking comments about how the two of you were interacting with each other; him pretending to fake gag as George made his Minecraft avatar kiss your own.

All of a sudden, a phone was heard going off from one of the boy’s mics, and then you heard George say, “Hold on, Dream is calling me, I’ll be right back,” And then his line went silent for a second before you heard him continue to talk.

“George, you’re unmuted,” You heard Sapnap say, but to no avail. The conversation George and Dream were having was still being heard.

“You’re going to kiss her Minecraft avatar but you can’t even admit you have feeling for her?” You heard Dream’s voice ask through George’s mic. You then heard George groan and reply with, “I can’t tell her that, she doesn’t even like me.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes wide as you listen in to the private conversation. You watched as your chat went wild; you don’t think you’ve even seen your chat move so quick. Sapnap began laughing hysterically, talking about how he’s going to tease George about this moment forever.

“You just need to grow bigger balls and just tell her,” Dream said and George groaned again.

“I wish it was that simple, Dream. I’m going to hang up now, thanks for the ring,” He said sarcastically before you heard shuffling and he was back on, still not realising that he had been unmuted.

“I’m back, sorry about that,” George said, and Sapnap began to laugh loudly once again. “What’s going on?” He asks, confusion audibly heard in his voice.

“Nothing!” You shouted out, face turning a deep shade of red as you covered your face with your hands. You could heard the sounds of donations coming in from your stream, the text-to-speech reading off their words that were saying, “Oh my god!” and “I can’t believe he just admitted that!” And truly, you couldn’t either.

“You just admitted you had feelings for Y/N to 24,000 people!” Sapnap laughed out, the sound of his hand hitting his desk echoing through his mic.

The sound of someone exiting the Discord voice call was heard, and George’s voice was no longer heard. Your head seemed to be going a million miles per hour as everything seemed to be happening at once.

“I’m sorry, guys, I think I’m going to end the stream here! A lot is going on right now, but I’ll keep you updated on everything.” You tell your chat as you leave the Discord call with now only Sapnap in it before ending your stream. Your community seemed to understand and began tweeting you and George support.

It didn’t take long before George was calling you through Discord once again, but this time it was a private call, and hesitantly, you accepted it.

“Hello..?” You ask out softly, the nerves kicking in with every passing second that you’re in the call with George.

“So I’m guessing you heard everything, I saw the clips,” George says out, British accent low and careful. You nod your head, but realise that he can’t see you.

“Oh, uh! Yeah. I heard... What you said to Dream.. About me.” You stammered out, face blushing red with embarrassment once again.

The call was silent for a moment, it only made your nerves worse, and it felt like an eternity before he finally spoke up. “Well, it’s true, I do have feelings for you, Y/N,”

The way he said your name made you get shivers down your spine. Your mouth went dry and you opened and closed your mouth trying to form words to say without embarrassing yourself.

“I have feelings for you too, George,” You finally settled on. It was a simple reply, but it was filled with nothing but the truth. You couldn’t believe you were finally admitting your feelings for him. “I have for a while now.”

“Oh thank God,” The man breathed out on the other side of the call, and you could hear him shuffling around again. “I- Uh. I would like to maybe... Fly you out here, and spend more time with you.”

And with a deep breath, you nodded your head again slowly before saying, “Okay, I would love that.”

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Two days later, you find yourself on a plane heading to London; a place you would have never thought of visiting before this moment. You have yet to post anything about the situation with George to your community—they were constantly tweeting at you asking what was happening, but really, you didn’t even know either. You were just in the moment.

And after a long flight, you find yourself walking out into the London Airport, looking for a familiar face in a crowd full of strangers. But alas, you spot George standing there, waiting for you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers, and a very nervous smile on his lips.

You approach him and he hands you the bouquet while telling you, “Welcome to London, Y/N. You look absolutely gorgeous,”

You’re blushing again as you stare up at the boy for the first time in person, before carefully engulfing him into a hug as to not smush the flowers between your bodies. You felt his arms wrap around you as well, and after a few minutes, you finally pulled away.

“Let’s head to mine, yeah?” He asked, and then the two of you were off to his apartment.

It was planned that you would stay with George for three days before flying back home, and the two of you also planned to spend the first day at home since you were so jet lagged.

So, you spend your first day warming up to the new atmosphere, and really getting to know George more than just the GeorgeNotFound persona. He was really into cooking, as he made you food when you arrived to his home, and he even asked genuine questions to get to know you better.

You could tell his feelings for you were true, and it only make the feelings you had for him deepen. And as you find yourself cuddled up into his side as night-time came around, you finally pulled your phone out and turned your camera on to snap a picture of you with George; his chin resting on your shoulder.

And then you posted the picture to your Twitter with the caption of “(:” before locking your phone. You could feel the device vibrating with all the notifications rolling in, and you suspected it was all mostly full of love and support, but you couldn’t find it in you to read them at the moment. You were too busy focused on the way George was smiling down at you, contentment on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back before hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he holds you closer. Everything seemed so surreal, but yet you were still so thankful for everything. And the two of you may not be official yet, as everything is moving slow, but you couldn’t be happier than you felt when you were with George.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfoundxreader #dream smp #dreamsmp #dream team #dreamteam #quackityhq #quackity #sapnap #dream #dreamwastaken #jschlatt #technoblade

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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Hi there! I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing style, and idk if requests are open or not, but if you would mind writing a Jschlatt smut fanfic? Idk, but like, I have an idea of him being jealous af, and I can’t execute it in my own words -_-. Anyways, have a great day!

Of course! Feel free to send the idea in and I can see if I can write it up for ya! [:

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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Don't second guess your writing we all love it and think it's amazing :(

thank you this honestly means a LOT! you can read the 18+ fic HERE! https://grognotfound.tumblr.com/post/636188711429849088/mine-18-georgenotfound-x-reader

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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omg hi, i’m not the anon that requested the spicy george fic but i would totally read it, if you posted it! i really think you should (if you are comfortable with it)!!

you calling it a spicy george fic made me post it and you can find it HEREEEE

https://grognotfound.tumblr.com/post/636188711429849088/mine-18-georgenotfound-x-reader

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Mine [18+ GeorgeNotFound x Reader]

Hi guys! This is another GeorgeNotFound x Reader one shot that was requested by Anonymous! Disclaimer: This story contains NSFW content in which the characters engage in sexual activities and is intended for mature (18+) audiences! That being said, I hope you guys enjoy and as always, requests are open and you can send them in here! (This is a George x Female Reader one shot by the way!) [: — Froggie♡

Mine

(I highly suggest listening to the song Mine by awfultune while reading this, as I was listening to it while writing this!)

It started like this: You and George were next door neighbours growing up. You always found yourselves fighting with sticks that you would pretend were swords in his tree house, or travelling the neighourhood on your bicycles in search of any new land to conquer. And since you were neighbours, that also meant the two of you went to the same school. Throughout your whole elementary school years, the two of you were inseparable; attached at the hips, they would say.

It wasn’t until middle school when the two of you began to part ways. George wanted to hang out with the boys his age; “It’s embarrassing only hanging out with a girl, Y/N!” He would say. And so you let him go. The bicycle rides came to an end, and you can’t remember the last time you stepped inside the treehouse. But that was okay; George was happy with his new friends, and you should be, too.

It continued like this: You and George haven’t talked in ages. The both of you were now in your senior year of high school, weeks away from graduating and all going your separate ways. Separate ways.

“And so you all need to order your caps and gowns before this Friday so we get all the orders in!” Your principals voice rang throughout the auditorium. “It won’t be long until you’re all going your separate ways!”

And there it was again: separate ways. And as your eyes met a familiar brown pair that is sat rows away from you for just a split second, you realised that you were all too familiar with going separate ways.

It remains like this: It’s the last Saturday before graduation and you receive a text from an unknown number. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you unlocked your phone and examined the message.

Hey, is this Y/N?

Do you reply? Do you not reply? Maybe it’s just one of your girl friends who got a new number. So, you decide to reply with a casual: Yes (: Who’s this?

The text gets delivered and you wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, an hour later, you get a reply back.

This is George, I was wondering how you were doing. You read the reply over and over again, taking in every single word. There was no way this was really George, the two of you haven’t spoke in ages. Why is he just now reaching out?

You find yourself typing a reply, however, and hitting the send button as soon as you finish. I’m doing alright.. How are you?

And this time, you get a response almost instantly that read: I’m alright. You going to Dream’s party tonight?

You bite at your lip as you read the text. You had been invited by Dream himself to attend this end-of-the-year party, but when he asked you told him it wasn’t your type of thing. But now... You feel like you had to be there. So, you texted George telling him you would be there and locked your phone again. You felt your heart begin to race with nervousness, but you quickly shrugged it off and began getting ready to go to this party.

You had to make sure you looked your best, you thought to yourself, and then paused. Looked your best? For who? For George? You shook your head at the intrusive thoughts, and continued to get dressed and ready for the night.

A little bit after 11:00pm, you find yourself examining your outfit and makeup in the mirror. And in all honesty--You thought you looked good. So, you grab your phone and keys and head outside to your car. You feel the nerves coming back as you begin driving to Dream’s house, and they only worsen the closer you get to the home.

When you arrive, the party had already been going on for about and hour. So, you find a parking spot that’s down the road a bit and get out. Even from down the road, you can hear the sound of bass from the music and the loud bickering of your peers. As you finally approach the front door after pushing past some of your classmates; you are met face to face with a drunken Dream, who of course was wearing some random mask he had from Halloween.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNN,” He slurred out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the crowded house. “Gogy was lookin’ for ya! Did you find him?” He spoke to you, breath lingering of alcohol. You scrunched your nose up a bit as you shook your head.

“No, I just got here!” You shouted to him over the loudness of the music mixed with yelling and singing. Dream then just pointing to the kitchen before removing his arm from around you and stumbling off to who knows where.

You slowly made you way to the kitchen; the feeling of not belonging filling your chest as you looked around at all of the people you knew but didn’t know all interacting with each other. And as soon as you entered the kitchen, your eyes met the familiar brown pair again.

You freeze in your spot as you watch the taller boy begin to make his way over to you, and you could tell from the way he stumbled a bit over his feet that he had been drinking, too.

“Y/N,” is the only thing he says as he now stands in front of you, mixed drink in hand and a grin on his red-bitten lips.

“George,” You reply back, raising an eyebrow at him as you examine him from head to toe. His dark brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes and cheeks a bit red from drinking, and clout goggles hooked onto his shirt. He looks a mess, you thought to yourself.

“You look.. Stunning,” He tells you and you watch as his brown eyes now look your body up and down and then up again. “I’m glad you made it,” he then says, and you can’t tell if this is him or the alcohol talking.

“Well, thank you,” You say, a slight blush forming on your cheeks, “Why’re you so glad?”

“Because I was hoping you’d like to catch up, you know, before we all go our separate ways.” And damnit, there it was again. It’s as if you can never escape it.

You slowly nod your head though, because you long for this; you’ve missed George so much. And you watch as his grin widens when you nod your head and he grabs a drink from the counter and pushes it into your hands before motioning for you to follow him.

And you do. You follow him as he pushes through the crowd of the first floor, you follow him up the stairs, and you follow him into an empty bedroom, where he stumbles over to unlock and open the window before taking a seat on a chair that was place in front of the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just too fucking loud down there,” He laughs, and you slowly shake your head no as you take a seat on the bed. “So, Y/N? What’ve you been up to? What are your plans for after high school?” George asks you.

And you want to tell him how you’ve been missing and longing for him over the past years, but instead you go on about how you’ve joined the photography club your freshman year and have been in there ever since, and how you plan to go to a college an hour away from home to attend their photography program. You watch him listen and nod his head, and it seems as if he actually... cared.

And then it fell into a silence for a moment before George finally spoke up: “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.” And when he said that, the whole feeling in the room seemed to change. Your eyes locked onto George’s and you find yourself whispering, “I’ve really missed you, too, George..”

And now he’s standing from the chair, sitting his drink down on the desk, and making his way over to where you’re seated on the bed. He’s now standing in front of you, eyes glimmering and filled with... lust? Passion? Alcohol? You couldn’t put a name on it before he’s pressing you back onto the bed and joining you on the soft mattress.

You find yourself staring up at him, except this time you take in how beautiful this man was. His whiskey brown eyes that had a light to them, along with the dozens of light freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, and the way his mouth was slightly gaped open, and the way that he smelt of a mixture of alcohol and musky cologne.

————— SMUT STARTS HERE! —————

You feel his hand push a strand of your hair out from in front of your face before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It started off curiously; the two of your lips moving slowly together before George presses in; deepening the kiss and his hands moving to feel more of your body.

When he pulls away, it’s only to take a breath and ask you, “Is this okay?” He sounded like the George you used to know—always caring and not overstepping any boundaries. All you could do was nod, however, as it felt like your voice was stuck in your throat. Is this a dream? There’s no way this is happening. Your skin felt so hot wherever his hands touched, but it felt so good.

And you feel George shift and you watch as he adjusts so that he’s sitting up; hands moving from your body to quickly to slip his shirt off over his head. Your mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape as you examine his naked torso sefishly, and you can’t help but run your hands down his chest; stopping only once your fingertips hit the top of his trousers.

A smirk play on the boy’s pink lips as he reaches down to slide your own shirt off; his eyes landing on your chest as he drops your shirt to the ground. You feel his hands move to caress your breasts in them; his thumbs brushing over the hardening nubs of your nipples. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the feeling and you visably watched George’s eyes darken at the sound.

“Holy shit, I want to hear that again,” George breathes out, leaning down to press kisses down your jawline and neck until he reaches your collarbone; nipping at the skin there to leave his marks.

You feel him press himself down between your thighs, and you could feel how aroused he was through the leggings you decided to wear to attend the party. As George continues to mark up your skin, you slowly run your hand down and between your two bodies to cup his half-hard cock in your hand, rubbing it through his trousers.

A low moan escapes his lips and vibrates against your neck as he does so, and George finally pulls away and scooches back on the bed to be able to pull your leggings off, as well as your panties, to leave you fully exposed. You watch his eyes look you up and down and up again, for the second time that night, but this time it was in a whole new light.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” He breathes out as his eyes continue to examine your naked body. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them apart, and he makes eye contact with you before dipping his head down to drag his tongue between the folds of your pussy. You clamp your thighs against his head at the feeling, carding a hand through his hair to grip his hair and give it a tug. The boy begins to lick and suck at your pussy before pressing his tongue inside of you, pressing his face in as close as possible to ensure his tongue is as far as it will go.

“George..” You moan brokenly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to eat you out. He then slowly pulls away after a few moments, lips coated with his spit and your juices.

“I can’t wait anymore, you look too beautiful,” He breathes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before removing his own trousers and underwear. You take this sight of George in: You’ve never seen him in this light, and you never thought you ever would. You were about to thank him for his words, but before you could do so, you feel his fingers being placed between your folds and you gasp at the touch, another moan escaping your lips.

George begins rubbing your clit slowly; massaging the nub for a moment before he presses a long finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out before adding another. You can’t help but moan every time his fingers hit just the right spot every time he presses them in, and you watch as he spits down onto his dick before beginning to pump his own dick. You bite your lip roughly before pushing his hand away from himself and replacing it with your own, and you relish in the moan George lets out as you begin to jerk him off.

And, of course, right as you’re about to reach an orgasm, George’s fingers stop moving and he removes them; licking up your juices as he holds eye contact with you.

He then remove your hand from his dick, staring down at you with darkened, lustful brown eyes as he asks you one more time, “Is this okay?”

And you nod, because you don’t think you could ever resist this. You’re hands find their way to George’s hair; fingers curling in the soft, yet sweaty, locks and pulling his head down to yours again. This time you’re the one to kiss with the passion and hunger, your legs hooking around his hips as you try to draw him in.

Your lips part ever so slightly as you feel George’s hand slide between your two bodies to grip his dick once again, but this time to guide it inside of you. You couldn’t hold back the moan of George’s name as he slowly pressed himself inside you, and your hands began to rake your fingernails down his back.

“Jesus, Y/N,” George breathes lowly as he finally presses all the way inside. Suddenly, the two of you weren’t people going their separate ways anymore, but now were as close as two people can get.

You feel his lips back on your neck as he slowly begins to form a rhythm of thrusting in and out of you. It feels so good, you think, and when he began picking up speed with his thrusts, you began to let go.

“Oh, fuck, George!” You moan out, louder this time, and he moves so he can grip the headboard above your head to help him be able to fuck you harder and faster. You roughly drag your nails down his back, leaving your own marks on his pale skin, as you moan with every thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N,” He grunts out, looking down at you. He was roughly biting at his bottom lip, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. “Such a good baby,”

It didn’t take long before that pooling feeling began to form in your lower stomach again, and with one last more of his thrusts that hit just the right spot, your back arched up as you screamed his name; your orgasm finally hitting and your hands moving up to pull at his hair again.

This only made George fuck you harder; thrusts slowly but hips snapping up against your own as he moaned out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” And with one last jerk of his hips and his cock buried deep inside you; he came with a moan of your name.

All that could be heard was the sound of both of your heavy breathing, the music from the party disoriented in the background. George then began to slowly pull out of you, eyes on your pussy as he watches his own cum ooze out of you. He smirked at the sight, leaning down to capture your lips with his own one last time before he was standing up and telling you, “I’m going to get you a cloth,” before disappearing into what you presumed was an attatched bathroom.

And after a couple minutes, George returned with a wash cloth and helped you clean yourself up. Your thighs were shaking with overstimulation as he also helped you dress yourself, and one he was fully dressed himself, he found his way back onto the bed to lay down next to you.

You couldn’t tell if he was still drunk, but he offered you a sober-looking smile before reaching a hand out to push the hair out of your face once again before pulling you close again. And in this moment, it felt like as if he never left your side; as if he’s been around the whole time. And it was unspoken, but both of you knew there was a lot to talk about after this night was over and you both we completely sober. Like the topic that George didn’t think to use protection.

FIN

#please do not FUCKING HATE ME FOR THIS #georgenotfound #georgenotfoundxreader #georgenotfound x reader

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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Are slight smuts or just smuts allowed? Could you write a Georgenotfound x reader one that is Friends To Lovers it?

I haven’t had any reason to write a smut before this, and I actually have it typed out and ready to be posted! I’m just not sure if I should or not--I’m second guessing myself. D:

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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Just retweeting this so all my new followers can easily find the one shots I’ve wrote so far! Feel free to request, too!

GrogNotFound Masterlist

Here you can find all of my works so far! I plan on writing plenty of one shots/full stories on the members of the Dream SMP (18+)! As always, requests are always open so please feel free to send them through ask or messages! [: —Froggie♡

Keep reading

#dream team #dreamteam #georgenotfound #georgenotfoundxreader #georgenotfound x reader #grognotfoundmasterlist #dreamxreader #dream x reader #dreamwasfound #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #quackity #quackityhq #quackity x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #dream smp #dreamsmp #dream smp war

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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could u do a dream oneshot 👉👈 where maybe patches goes missing and reader finds her?

Of course!

It has been posted and you can find it here: https://grognotfound.tumblr.com/post/635788542262607872/lost-and-found-dream-x-reader-one-shot

I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! [: —Froggie♡

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Lost and Found [Dream x Reader One Shot]

Annnd here is the first Dream x Reader one shot! This was requested by Anonymous! As always, prompt requests are always open and you can send them in by clicking here! I hope you enjoy! [: —Froggie♡

Lost and Found

As you were walking home from school, you noticed what you presumed was a stray cat curled up outside an apartment building. You, being a lover of all animals (especially cats), you find yourself approaching it very slowly and carefully, as to not scare the poor, shaking creature, and you crouch down next to it. Reaching your hand out slowly, you stroke your hand down it’s fur. This cat has the most beautiful fur, you thought to yourself as you examined it’s dark fur that had lighter spots of browns and oranges littering it’s legs, ears, and around the mouth.

As you were petting the cat, you realized that it had a collar on. There were no tags; just a simple black collar that it wore around its neck. Did someone abandon this baby? You thought to yourself, your lips twitching down into a frown at the thought of someone abandoning this beautiful cat. And the more you sat there and pet it, the more it began to purr and lean into your touch. It was very loving, you concluded.

And you knew you couldn’t just leave this baby here, so you carefully picked it up and held it close to your chest so it could warm up, and you began walking back home, now with an armful of cat.

After arriving home, you brought the cat up to your room and sat it on the bed, where it curled up again. You then went to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl of cat food and water that you use for your own cat, and brought it back to the newest addition, as you thought it may be hungry.

You carefully sat the bowls down on the floor before approaching the cat again, this time to examine it. There didn’t seem to be any signs of abuse, as it was very healthy looking and had no scratches or hurtful markings on it. You also came to realise that it was definitely a girl. After finishing checking her, you picked her up and sat her in front of the food, and you watched as she ate and you could tell she definitely hasn’t ate properly for at least a day or two.

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It’s been two days since you’ve found the stray cat, and she’s been slowly become accustomed to living with you. You had given her the name Spots, and she quickly warmed up to your own cat, Snickers. You were already planning on keeping her and officially making her a part of your little family--until you found a poster one day on your way home from class.

Outside of the apartments you had found Spots, you now find a poster taped to a lamppost stating: MISSING CAT! Please contact (786) 514-6542 if you find her. Below the text was a picture that looked just like Spots, and as happy you were to know that she was just missing and not abandoned, you were also a bit sad that you were going to have to let her go. But you knew you had to do the right thing, so you grabbed the poster and made your way back home to call the number.

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You find yourself now sitting with Spots on your lap, phone in your hand as you type in the numbers that was on the paper. You pressed call and waiting as it rang, and rang, and rang, until finally a voice answers; it was deeper, and definitely belonged to a male. “Hello?”

“Oh, uh, hi! My name is Y/N and I think I’ve found your cat...” You tell the person on this other line. You hear faint talking on the other side of the phone, and you couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but finally the voice comes back to the phone.

“Oh, thank God!” The voice says. “Are you available any time soon so I can come and get her? We’ve been missing her so much.” And you feel yourself smiling contently.

“I’m free at anytime today,” You tell the man on the other line, and then after a bit more small talk, you give him your address and the two of you hang up. You then begin to wait for the man to arrive.

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It was only about a half an hour later when there was a knock at your door. You make your way to the door, opening it to reveal a rather tall man who looked to be around the same age as yourself. You couldn’t help but notice that he had very pretty green eyes, dirty blond hair, and a bit of freckles littering around his cheeks and nose.

“Hello...” You begin to greet him, “I never really... Caught your name.” You tell him, a shy tint of pink beginning to form on your cheeks. He lets out a little laugh.

“You can call me Dream.” Dream, you thought. It was quite the unique name, but.. It suits him.

“Well, Dream, come on in. She is right on the couch here.” You say to him, moving out from in front of the door to allow the man in, before shutting it after he enters.

You make your way over to the couch to pick up the man’s cat from where she’s curled up on one of the cushions. You then bring her over to him and watch his face carefully as his eyes brighten at the sight of her.

“Patches!” He says excitedly as you hand him the cat and he takes her from you. You can’t help but let out a few small giggles as you realise that you almost got her name right.

“So her name is Patches, huh? I’ve been calling her Spots.” You tell Dream, and watch as his smile somehow grows even bigger.

“Thank you so much for taking care of her for me. She somehow managed to sneak out and I’ve been looking for her for the last couple days.” He tells you as he scratches behind Patches’ ears, making her purr loudly. And then, another meow was heard as Snickers saunters in from the bedroom and begins rubbing herself along Dream’s legs.

You watch as the man crouches down to pet your own cat with the hand that’s not holding Patches, and then he looks up at you. “I see you have one of you own.”

You nod your head, watching him interact with your own cat. “His name is Snickers!” You tell him with a grin.

“Well, he is very handsome.” He tells you before standing back up. “Alright, I think I’m going to get out of your hair now! It was nice meeting you, Y/N, and thank you again!”

You tell him that it’s no problem at all, and then escort him out and wave goodbye as he walks away with Patches in hands.

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It wasn’t until Saturday afternoon, four days after reuniting Dream and Patches, when you get another knock on your door. You had no clue who it could be--You weren’t expecting anyone--but you went and opened the door anyways. And once again, there stood Dream, and in one hand he held Patches, and in the other held what looked like a picnic basket.

“Hi, Y/N...” Dream said, trailing off for a moment. You noticed that his face began to turn a light shade of red. “I was stopping by to see if you weren’t busy...”

You raised an eyebrow at him curiously, shaking your head no as you said, “Nope.. I have no plans for the day.”

You watch as Dream grins at your words. “Good! Well.. I was hoping you and Snickers would like to go on a little picnic date with Patches and I..?” He asks you, and you could tell he was nervous.

You stare at him for a moment before your lips break out into a wide smile as you nod your head quickly. “I’d absolutely love to! But give me just a few minutes to get ready and get Snickers.”

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You now find yourself on a soft picnic blanket in the middle of the park with Dream, eating delicious sandwiches he had bought and drinking lemonade that he had made himself. Snickers and Patches, who were both on little cat leashes, were both curled up next to each other; grooming each other’s fur and purring.

The two of you ate together and talked; asking questions and having conversations to get to know each other better.

“Thank you for the amazing picnic, Dream,” You tell him after the two of you had finished eating. The both of you were now laying on your backs as you stared at the dusk-coloured sky, and he looked over at you with green eyes that had a gleam to them.

“There’s no need to thank me, I needed to repay you for finding Patches for me...” his words trailed off again for a moment, and you could see that he was hesitating his words. “And, I, uh. I wanted to see you again.”

Your own eyes widened at his words. “Really?” You asked, caught off guard.

“Yes.. I just think you’re very.. lovely. Beautiful, even. I hope that isn’t too forward, and I apologise if it is.” He says, and you could visible see the nerves he was having.

You shook your head and took his hand in your own. “No, Dream, you’re totally fine, don’t worry about it.. I think you’re very lovely. Handsome, even.” You giggled as he grinned again, and found yourself blushing as he linked your fingers together and rested them between your laying bodies.

The two of you then fell into a silence as you watched the stars begin to come out from hiding; the only sound being heard was the sound of the faint traffic in the background and both of your cats purring together.

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