#georgenotfound drabble

[prettytoxicrevolver]

GeorgeNotFound

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[mahikamihan]

💙 Sacrifice

Dream pushes Sapnap and George through the glowing portal. George has never seen Dream so flustered, not even when the hunters were chasing him down in the good old days. His face is damp with sweat, and he’s been breathing heavily, injuries from travelling the Nether and earlier attacks from the Titan finally catching up to him and wearing him down.

Time seem to slow down when George took in the new surroundings. They were trapped under rock and gravel, the Titan could easily follow them through and they wouldn’t have time to dig and escape. Dream was panicking, his back against the crumbling wall. His face contorts in desperation, mind reeling looking for options to get out of this situation. His gaze meets George, and the helplessness, the regret, the fear showing through for one moment. He forgets that despite the confidence and the showmanship that Dream posesses, he’s still a young man tossed into a mission that’s way over his head.

George makes his decision.

“Sapnap, take my stuff!” George tunnel visions, removing everything from his inventory— bread, rose, weapons, armour— “Give me your pickaxe.”

“Geo- what are you doing, George?” Sapnap asks as he follows his instructions, making space for the thrown objects scattered on the floor. “George! What are you planning?”

He ignores Stinknap’s demands and faces Dream who stays silent, confusion now on his face “Dream, I have to go,” George feels a lump on his throat, all the unspoken things he wish he had time for sticking like goo he can’t spit out, “I- I have to go.”

Quickly, before he thinks too hard on it. George pulls Dream's face and brushes his lips gently— just ever so gently—to the corners of Dream's lips.

He doesn’t give Dream the chance to reply. George runs back through the portal and breaks the obsidian.

He’s trapped. A looming monster roars in anger.

[cheaze-the-third]

Asexual (and possibly also aromantic-spectrum) Dream who doesn't know he's asexual, he just thinks he values working hard until it's done so much that he forgets about his own wants and needs as a man.

He rarely ever masturbates - rarely feels the need to - nor does he really feel like having sex either. He doesn't stay up later to jerk off, he doesn't look for people to hook up with, because sexual pleasure is the very last thing on his mind.

But that's just because he has a video to edit!!! He has music to make!!! He has to fix the coding error!!! He wants to record another video!!!

He doesn't have time to masturbate or have sex, that's all.

But gnap have been watching him, they've seen how holed up he is in his office, how he's a bit of a recluse even while he's living with two people. They figure he must be getting burnt out, must be feeling needy too - they sure as hell both do when they've been working for too long. That's why they fuck each other every other day.

So, a couple nights after Dream has uploaded his next video, George and Sapnap drag him out of the house and to a private club where they know other content creators will be. They encourage him to let loose, drink a little, have fun, and he is so down for that. But then they half-jokingly tell him that maybe tonight will be the night he gets lucky, and he's not entirely sure how to feel about it.

Why does he need to hook up with somebody? He doesn't have time for that. Does he enjoy intimacy, like cuddling and holding hands and sometimes kissing? Absolutely! He misses it, even.

But sex? He doesn't need that. He doesn't want that.

Because work is more important. That's the only reason he doesn't need sex. He's too hard-working to get sidetracked by sex.

Dream tells his roommates about this after they keep telling him to “go get lucky”, and Sapnap tells him that maybe he's just nervous because he doesn't know these content creators all that well. Maybe Dream just feels awkward trying to hook up with somebody he's not familiar with.

Dream knows that's not the problem, but maybe there's some truth to it. Maybe this whole time he hasn't felt the desire to have sex because he has nobody to have sex with.

So about a week later, the dream team are talking about this again, sitting on the living room couch together. Dream is taking a break, free of work. Maybe now he'll want to have sex or masturbate.

George tells Dream that Gia is into him, and that she'd probably want to hook up with him if he just asked. The fact that she likes him is a bit of a shock to Dream, given the fact that they don't talk that often, so what is there to be attracted to?

Sure, they're friends. Of course they're friends. But they're not super close, so how can Gia be into him? How does that make sense? Dream's never been into anyone unless they became super close friends first.

But he'll admit, he kind of likes Gia too, in some way. He doesn't want to have sex with her, per se, but cuddling and kissing and holding hands and going on dates with her sounds kind of nice.

Dream doesn't know how to explain this to George and Sap without sounding stupid though, so he just shrugs and says “yeah, maybe I will message her.”

Days and days and days pass, with Georgenap asking every day if he's messaged Gia yet. Dream keeps coming up with excuses, “i'm busy making a smoothie right now” “i will after i'm done all the ice in my cup” “maybe later today when I have more energy” until he runs out of excuses so he dives right back into work.

There's still so much he wants to do, so much he's looking forward to work-wise, so sex can wait. Hell, romantic relationships can wait for now too. He's got music to work on, especially because he wants to make some new tracks for his upcoming videos!

As soon as he's all caught up in work again, Dream finds that he feels a sense of... Safety? Especially because George and Sap have stopped asking him if he's messaged Gia yet.

The pressure to “be a man” and have some sort of casual sexual relationship - or even just a romantic and sexual relationship - feels like it's vanished, or at least dissipated.

Georgenap know not to bug him when he's working, they know not to ruin his flow of motivation and productivity. So now he's got nothing to worry about!

He's just a busy guy with a big work schedule and a strong desire to get it all done as quickly and efficiently as possible, that's all!!!

[wishitweresummer]

dream and george….. STUCK in their house together….. without power

can u even.. imagine. dream chasing george through the dark house, the wind roaring outside

thwyre laughing,… screamjng and when dream does catch george (bc ofcourse) he starts tickling him

its sloppy and frantic bc neither can see very well, flashlights abandoned early on in the chase, but george is losing it. this big warm mass tormenting him and…,. well its not like he can get away… go any where.. call for help

(then they cuddle the end😊)

AHHHH CUTE

So, George doesn’t even know what Dream is going to do when he catches him, he’s just running cuz he’s chasing and growling at him through the dark.

George is unphased by the storm, but Dream has a tendency to let his thoughts run into overdrive, so George is mostly just happy to indulge the silly behaviour for his friend. At least Dream isn’t still just walking around fretting, counting every battery and candle in the house over and over again.

‘He’s so silly…’, George thinks fondly as he blindly rounds a corner, giggles bubbling out of his mouth.

Then…

“NAH-!!!”, he screechees as Dream grabs him into a hug from behind and digs his fingers into his ribs. “DREEHEEAM!!!”

Dream pins him down in the dark and George feels like he really is caught by a monster. Dream’s playfulness is at full force; he’s pinning him down with his full body weight and growling into his chest…and those sneaky hands found their way up George’s shirt.

“Fuck!! No please…PLEASE!!! GahhahahAHHH!!! Dream! Aaaahaha Dreeeheeam!!! NOOO!!! PfffftahhahahaAHAHAHA—“.

But, Dream just keeps growling and tickling away. Sapnap is in LA, too far to help George now. The power’s long gone out and there’s nothing else to entertain Dream but George’s ticklish screams.

[livingproofoftbd]

has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds

so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?

in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?

it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about

[beautifulaestheticsanon]

Intro and workshop

Hello, I'm BeautifulAestheticsAnon! You can just call me Aesthetic though. I'm a inspiring story writer and I thought 'why not make my own Tumblr blog?' My inspiration came from Squishycheekanon, please go check her out she makes AMAZING stories!! This workshop will grow as more stuff is made, and a masterlist will eventually get made.

This is a 18+ blog, there is NSFW and slight dark themes.

*Content with a star means they are aged up unless otherwise stated.

!! Content with 2 exclamation marks means I will only do fluff, absolutely no smut

◇Content will have in general angst, but this does not apply to smut fics!!!

Who I will write for:

◇DSMP-

C! Dream

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Technoblade

C! Foolish

C! Punz

C! Karl Jacobs

C! Eret

C! Tommy !!

C! Tubbo !!

C! Ranboo !!

C! Philza !!

*TMNT-

2012 main 4 ◇

ROTTMNT main 4 ◇

April's !!

Casey's (Rise- both Cassandra and Casey Jr.) !! [Casey Jr. is a mixed bag at the moment, so he's staying fluff until I am absolutely comfortable with aging him up and doing small amounts of that kind of writing for him]

TMNT au's (suggest specifics- fluff or smut, type of au, ect.) ◇

Wreck-it-Ralph-

King Candy !! ◇

Turbo !! ◇

Do I know they're the same? Yes. Yes I do. But I'd rather split them to make it easier for those who want one or both of them.

What I will write:

Degradation (character giving)

Somnophilia

Darcryphilia

Hair pulling (giving + recieving)

Spanking (character giving)

Choking(light) [giving + recieving]

Daddy/mommy kink (character giving)

Bondage (character giving)

Size kink

Praise (giving + recieving)

Heat/Rut (both)

Breeding

Free use

Overstimulation (giving + recieving)

Orgasm Denial (giving + recieving)

What I will not right:

Piss/Shit kink

Knife/Gun kink

Pain kink

Rape

Dubcon

Angst (in turms of smut, for in general say less😈)

Hate sex

Please respect these boundaries, but otherwise ask away and have fun!!!!

[gameofsevens]

George sleepwalking

An old drabble from March

[basilly]

y/nsmykitten || cc!george x reader

request: george drabble where he sleeps thru the reader's birthday

note: this is for @mitzimania <3

pronouns: they/them

not edited

you pick up your phone again, the notification center-

blank.

"y/n? you good?"

you plaster a smile on your face, forced and weak. you felt awful for feeling sad on your birthday dinner of all times but you couldn't help the sadness welling inside. your friends had now all glanced at your direction, curiosity peaking.

"all good, it's okay- just waiting on a package! that's all." "alright- how about dessert?" "yea sure."

maybe he will text soon. . .

[11:37 pm]

dry. that's all you could use to describe your notifications, especially the ones from george. you pulled your comforter up to your nose, trying to hold back the tears.

sure he forgot a date once or twice, but your birthday? you had received nothing. no call, text, unexpected gift or him at your door. was it that difficult to say 'happy birthday' once a year to your significant other?

soon enough, tears were rolling down your face but you couldn't audibly sob. you let your pillow soak up up the waterfall, drifting into a painful slumber.

[12:41 am]

george rolled over, groaning at his forced awaken. his body had woke him up, deciding it had enough sleep. grabbing at his phone, he took a look at the time.

wait a minute. . .

he sat up almost violently, eyes no longer clouded by sleep. he scrambled to unlock his phone, silently praying the time would magically turn back.

'no no no no please tell me they're awake.'

he had slept through your birthday.

he had stayed up till the early morning editing and recording, thinking he would get up at least mid-day to spend time with you. instead he had slept it all the way through, without a warning.

his stomach dropped, knowing you probably- not even probably, you do hate him. he frantically fidgeted his fingers, not knowing what he should do.

'call? text? no- that's a dumb move.'

in his hurry, he lost grip on his phone, thumb slipping over the call button.

'brrrrr. . . brrrr. . . brrr'

"sorry the person you are trying to reach could not come to the phone at the moment, please leave a message at the tone."

he groaned, shoving his head into his hands. getting up, he rushed to pull on a hoodie and grab his keys heading out the door.

[1:08 am]

*knock knock knock*

three loud raps sounded throughout your place, enough to awake you. groggily sitting up, you wrap your comforter around you like a burrito. you rub the dried tears out of your eyes, glancing at the clock.

who the hell is knocking on my door this late?

you look through the small peephole, seeing-

"george??"

you crack open the door, faced with a pacing george.

"y/n! i'm so sor-" "oh, so now you show up."

you couldn't help the words that tumbled your your mouth. you had waited all day and he had the audacity to show up late in the night when it wasn't your birthday.

his face dropped- he knew you were upset but he hadn't fully prepared himself for you to stare him down.

"i'm sorry- i didn't mean to miss your birthday." "well, you did. do you know how awkward it was to sit at dinner like my boyfriend didn't forget my birthday, of all days? you're lucky i didn't slam the door on your face the moment i heard your apology." "please just hear me out-" "fine."

you shuffle to the side, letting him in. you prepare some tea, you would need something to calm you down after the audacity of george. unconsciously, you had prepared a second cup with his favorite tea flavour, pushing it towards him.

he awkwardly cleared his throat, taking the cup gratefully.

"so you want to explain or just stand there?"

he flinched slightly, the harsh words biting at his nerves.

"i uhm- i was busy preparing something with dream and ended up going to bed at like 8 am. . . then slept in till about an hour ago till i ran over here."

you perched an eyebrow at him, his excuse sounded flimsy at most.

"i swear! here wait. can i just-"

he set down his mug, bolting over to your home office. you cautiously walked in behind him, still cuddled in your blanket and with your tea, leaning against the doorframe.

he booted up your pc, immediately opening up minecraft. curiously, you peaked over his shoulder, seeing him type in an ip address.

'ynsmykitten.sixnine'

you tried to stifle a laugh, hiding the growing smile behind your mug in case he turned around. you had to stay mad at him after all. loading in, your character spawned in an extravagant gazebo.

turning around, he ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly gesturing towards the pc.

"uhm- here. i was going to show you this- just take a look around and uhm. yea."

you shuffled around him, plopping into the chair. shifting the mouse around in circles, you take a look around.

each pathway out of the gazebo led to a secluded area, surrounded by luscious shrubbery. you took the path in front of you, revealing a very large minecraft computer.

"is that-" "yea. how we met- sapnap's stupid soundboard. i can't believe he was just smash replaying it before you even met me."

you giggled, not bothering to hide it. you had met george through sapnap, sapnap forcing you to hear the 'you're my kitten' on stream until george called him to scream at him to stop.

'that explains the ip address. . .'

you knew the date stood for your anniversary date, but not the first half.

turning around, you explored the other paths. with each path came another memory, built with the simple minecraft blocks.

you felt your anger dissipate with every path till your heart no longer ached, but fluttered and warmed.

"so. . . do you believe me now?"

you spin in your chair, peering up at him with softened and glossy eyes. you almost leap out of your chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck. your blanket fell to the ground, getting caught on the chair.

he stiffened before relaxing, moving his arms to wrap around you.

"happy- late, birthday" "thank you george, i guess you're forgiven."

mutual reach: @inniterhq @dysfunctionalcrab @cherios @acidtabletz @mitzimania @earthtooz @yamturds @dreamwvrld

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Caught in the rain and “isn’t this stuff for kids” George

“Oh come on handsome we’re almost home,” you reason with Gogy as he trudges along next to you. 

“Isn’t this stuff for kids?” he asks, holding up the shopping bags full of orbeez and slime kits. 

“Did you forget we live with a bunch of children?” you say and Gogy grins at you. 

You’re almost to the house so you grab George’s hand, swinging it softly as you walk along. 

“Uhm (y/n)?” George asks and just as you turn to him, you feel the rain start to come down swift and hard. 

You can’t help but laugh, tilting your head back so the rain slides down your skin and drops to the concrete below. Your eyes slip shut as you focus on the press of the rain when George causes you to jump, his arms sliding around your waist and pulling you into him. 

He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before tugging you closer and leading the two of you home. 

[wishitweresummer]

George flipped around wildly as the other two boys tried to get a hold on him.

“Jesus! Quit squirming!!!”.

“Relax!!!”.

“Fuck off!! Gahaaha!!”, he screeched as Dream’s large hands grabbed his waist and pressed his back to the floor and Sapnap dug into his ribs. He cackled loudly and smacked against the offending hands. “Stahahap!!! SAP!!!”, he wailed.

Dream and Sapnap laughed at his dramatics. Unfortunately, this led to Dream’s grip slipping a bit. George was squirming frantically, as always. A complete and utter livewire when the threat of tickles were near. He didn’t get far, but he did manage to flip onto his stomach. Big mistake.

A high pitched scream pierced the air. George convulsed under the tickly hands, completely hysterical with laughter.

“That’s so much worse!!!”, he squeaked out. Sapnap’s evil fingers were rubbing little circles into the back of his ribs and fuck it tickled. “It’s so bad!! It tickles so bad…there!!! NAAHAA!!!”, he cried. His little body jerked and bucked against his will as the tickles shocked through his system. “Please!!!”.

He regretted flipping over. Now, he was trapped and they were digging into a terribly sensitive spot that he was not equipped to deal with at all. He screamed with laughter, startling giggles from the other two.

He pounded helplessly against the floor and bucked every which way. But, now they had him good.

Concept:

All three boys have drastically different responses to bad spots

Dream: Get out of there!/Get off my legs!

Sapnap: Not there!/Stay away from there!

George: It tickles so bad there!/That's so much worse! (@wishitweresummer inspired this one)

[dreamcatcherrs]

a concept: george, a cold apartment, a stolen shirt of his, and no bra.

+ I love this concept! hope you enjoy it ;)

cold - georgenotfound

𝐩𝐚𝐢��𝐢𝐧𝐠: georgenotfound x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: george has never been happier to see you cold once he feels a noticeable spikiness under your shirt.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 607

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight nsfw content! nipple play

song recommendation: sex money feelings die - slowed version

george’s eyes trailed over to you, watching as you stepped out of his bedroom and into the room he was currently sat in - the living room.

there you stood, looking like the smallest human with his shirt falling over your thighs, sleepy expression stuck on your face as you let out a long yawn. after all, it was 2 am by now, but you figured you’d stay up with him till he had to play jackbox with the other guys. he smiled at your presence, awing on the inside at how cute you look all tired and groggy.

“hey there, sleepyhead,” george greeted, throwing his phone beside his spot on the couch as he opened up his arms to you. you walked over to him as you rubbed your eye, plopping onto his lap with your knees on either side of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. he pulled you closer softy, hands finding a comfortable place on your bottom.

a large smile spread across his face, nudging his nose into your hair and taking in the sweet scent.

“it’s so cold,” you mumbled, shivering slightly in his arms. he dragged his fingers over your thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise up beneath his fingertips. he rubbed his hands along your thighs, trying to warm you up with false hope ahead. instead of wasting more time on that, he went to check the time on his phone.

“there’s still around thirty minutes till I have to go. wanna cuddle to warm you up?” he pulled back, staring into your tired gaze while his hands moved up to your waist. you nodded, blinking to prevent the drowsiness from getting to you, before nestling your head back into the comfortable warmth of his neck, pulling yourself even closer to him, chest pressed up against his.

george’s eyes widened slightly once feeling the spiky feeling of your nipples poking into his chest, pausing his every movement for a moment. even though both of you were clothed on your upper bodies, the sensation of your nipples pressing into his chest was so very obvious.

he felt his cheeks heat up, but continued his previous movements, and lay the two of you down so he was positioned behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and his stubs tickling your cheek. you smiled at the sweet warmth of his body against yours. he pressed a kiss against your cheek, before slowly sneaking a hand up your shirt, pushing it up to reveal your panties slightly.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, mind waking up a little from the sudden sneaky movements of your boyfriend. “george? what are you… doing?” you trailed off slightly, but once he ran his thumb over one of your hard nipples, you immediately understood. a small sigh escaped your lips, making george’s little heart sing.

“I'm just… cuddling! I don't know what you're talking about.” but the grin you could hear through his voice and the way he said it sure told you something else.

you relaxed into his arms, biting your bottom lip as he pinched your nipple between his thumb and index, twisting slightly before releasing. you couldn’t hold back the small whine that escaped you, the feeling of the slight sting and following pleasure travelling right down to your centre. you were too tired to do anything but lay there and just feel every swipe of his thumb, every pinch of his fingers and any roughness he chose to cause upon your sensitive nipples, until he had to leave to play with the guys.

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[cheaze-the-third]

Serpias flirting with Sapnap in front of George because he knows what people have said, he's heard the rumours and seen the clips. He knows that George and Sapnap have some sort of thing going on, but he wants Sapnap for himself.

He's not going to be a dick to George or anything - not directly, anyway - he's just going to flirt with Sapnap in a much more efficient way, and he's going to be kind of obvious about it. He's got to make up for lost time, after all. He's competing with a guy who's been friends with Sapnap for years.

Every chance he gets, Serpias is touching Sapnap in some way, purring some compliment in his ear, pointedly ignoring George (most of the time) while he absolutely showers Sapnap in positive attention.

George's way of getting Sapnap's attention is to get him riled up, to try pissing him off. Serpias prefers to flirt and compliment and appear much more likeable.

The language barrier makes things a bit harder, but even when he says something to Sapnap in Spanish, he can spot the blush dusting his cheeks. He knows he's got the upper-hand, despite his disadvantages.

And if Serpias likes the glares he gets from George, feels more fueled by the Brit's scoffs and eyerolls, then so what? If George really wants Sapnap so bad, then he should just do something about it.

[wishitweresummer]

“Tickle Games” concept

…or just Dream and George messing with Sapnap

( @mushiewrites said ‘laugh/move and a restraint gets added’ and my brain went ooooh I wanna mess with Sapnap)

“It’s a new game!”, George giggled, pulling Sapnap down. The boy laughed and shoved the attacking hands away. Quickly, Dream and George both crowded him.

“Hey, no!!!”.

“Yes! Everytime you laugh or move, we add another minute of tickling.”.

“What?!”.

“Aaand go!”.

Sapnap screeched as four hands descended on his tummy, sides, and ribs. Instantly, he was hysterical. He fought desperately, but he was no match for the both of them.

“NAHAHAHAAAA!!”.

“That’s another minute!”.

“And another!”.

“And another!”.

Dream and George smirked at each other over the squirmy boy. Sapnap was beside himself with laughter. His face burned as he begged for mercy.

“Oh! Another minute!”.

“Another! And another!”.

“STAAAHAHAHAA!!!”.

[bubblyhoney]

three times you interrupt george

warnings: none! my first fic with no language are you proud of me ;)

tags: georgenotfound x gn!reader

words: 1355

A/N: pretty much every fic i’ve posted has been written a minimum of an hour before i post it— my b. anyways george is soft and he makes me soft enjoy

requests/inbox status: open

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The first time you barge in on George’s stream is about four months into your relationship. He is starting to get comfortable being his online persona around you, and suggests rather than get on your train at 1 am, you stay over. “Like a sleepover?” you ask and watch his cheeks start glowing pink.

Yes, exactly like a sleepover.

The sound of the bedroom door opening makes him pick up his water bottle and immediately turn off his camera and microphone, indistinguishable from the unannounced bathroom breaks he usually takes. Turning towards you slightly in his chair, an amused expression grows on his face. You’re barely awake, hovering in his doorway with a crinkled t-shirt and basketball shorts pulled on haphazardly in the dark on your way out of the bedroom. (You don’t sleep in pants. That’s for heathens.)

“Water,” you croak, arms stiff at your side and blinking wildly in the fluorescent lighting of his flat. He tries to hide his smirk and pads over to you, passing you his water bottle with a huff of a laugh. His hand drops to yours, grabbing and rubbing his thumb into your blanket-creased skin. You’re cold.

“I have extra blankets in the cupboard.” He doesn’t let go of your hand. You nod robotically, draining the nearingly lukewarm water through that straw and— he can almost see life return to your face. When you hand the empty bottle back to him, you’re licking your lips and squinting like you’re having a staring contest with the sun.

“I’m gonna go back to bed.” Your voice is thick with sleep, nasally like it always is in the morning. You lift to scratch a hand at your stomach and lean your head forward, bowing to George at an awkward angle. In a second he knows what you’re doing and grants you one (1) forehead kiss before you’re trundling off to the bedroom on legs that function like stilts.

“Sorry guys,” he sighs heavily when he’s back in his chair. “Took a minute long nap and I feel so refreshed.”

The second instance of interruption comes on a day when he’s too entranced in some bizarre Minecraft challenge (with his camera off, for focus reasons) to notice you.

You walk up the stairs, hand on the railing, and expect to find your boyfriend zonked out on the couch with six pillows behind his head and an eye mask. Instead, he’s at his desk, eye bags a lovely shade of violet, with rimrod posture, clicking furiously at his mouse. He’s silent when you pass him to drop your things off in the kitchen. Silent the whole time you go to the bathroom, and silent the whole time you’re making breakfast.

The distance between his flat and your own isn’t monumental, but it is enough to make you exhausted on the train ride over. (It doesn't take much, truthfully.) That’s why you book the tickets hilariously early in the morning and have a perfectly-timed nap. Still, you wake up from it ravenous. And George has a horrible habit of ordering take-away for every meal, so you grab a couple ingredients for breakfast at the mart you pass every couple of days you’re here.

Today it’s omelets and bruschetta toast. George jokes you’re related to Gordon Ramsey distantly for the amount of posh foods you cook; you say you just have taste. Half a dozen eggs, a few veggies, a bulb of garlic, and a loaf of bread is barely £15 at the mart down the road. The rest of the ingredients lie barely touched in his cabinets. You work quickly and have two plates filled with warm and delicious smelling food in the period it takes him to die one more time in Minecraft.

Wobbling two plates and a glass of orange juice on one arm, you approach the backside of his desk on careful and slow feet. When you set his plate and drink down next to him he catches you by the wrist and brings your forearm to his mouth, pressing a kiss there and looking up at you with those brown eyes.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against the sweetness of your skin and presses two more kisses to your wrist. He pulls away and takes a large sip from the orange juice before spam-clicking the shift button at a familiar green character. You leave his station with a smile, feeling warm.

“Y/N!” he calls, leaning back in his chair with a hand on his stomach. “C’mere. Please.”

“Bossy,” you mutter, but get up from your place on the couch and trot over to him with a huff.

“Tell Sapnap what you put in the omelet,” is all he says before passing you his headset and snaking an arm around your waist. You stumble towards him but manage to get the headphones on before Sapnap starts spewing about a breakfast burrito he ate last week that had jalapeños and onions in it. One thing you never thought you’d get to discuss with the man was your culinary prowess, but it seems today is the day of surprises— George helps you bake a batch of salted caramel brownies after finishing up work, too.

He doesn’t even catch anything on fire.

The third time you catch George working is right at the end of a Gang Beasts stream with Karl, Tina, and Corpse. He’s just finishing his last wave goodbye and ending the stream when you shudder through his front door with a small bag in your hand.

“Good news,” you announce through a grin. “My GNF candle came in.”

“Your what?” He laughs, closing the browser with a click and sleeping his monitor. You dig the item out and place it ceremoniously on the glass of his desk. His jaw drops.

“Isn’t that cool?” You ask excitedly, nearly bouncing on your feet.

“Oh my God.” He picks up the squat candle, lifting it to his nose to catch a sniff. Hm. Pine. “I wish I smelled like that.”

You just shrug and take it from him, darting into the kitchen to produce a lighter and light the wick quickly. You take a deep inhale when the flame sparks and stills.

“Yeah, that smells nothing like you. You smell more…” You trail off, lips pursed and eyebrows drawn in thought.

“Manly?” He quirks an eyebrow at you. You ponder that and just take another smell.

“More sweet. Much sweeter.”

“That’s cute,” he admits, getting up and disappearing into his bedroom.

“Are you gonna take a nap?” You set the candle down onto the countertop, making your way into his room like you own it. He’s at his closet, tugging off his sweatshirt.

“Yeah,” he answers, muffled by fabric, and finally gets the collar of the hoodie past his neck. “Care to join?” The hoodie goes into his laundry basket and he tugs the covers of his bed back, flashing you a look. You nod, flinging your shoes off and into the emptiness of his closet before crawling into the center of his bed and flopping down halfway onto him. He makes an unsatisfied noise and shuffles onto his stomach. Giggling, you roll into a sitting position and get yourself under the covers.

“Warm in here,” you mutter and get situated. His accompanying pillow is soft on your cheek when you twist onto your stomach and shove an arm underneath it. He just hums in agreement and stares at you. “Hold on.” You plant an elbow on the space between you two and manage to press a firm kiss on his cheek. Okay, perhaps two. If it’s three then George is colorblind.

“Thanks. I guess.”

“Anytime, darling,” is all you say before your eyes are closing and you’re breathing a sigh that deflates your chest.

A hand grapples up your arm, scrambling for your own. You just smile to yourself and offer your palm to him. He takes it wordlessly and squeezes twice before letting your tangle of fingers drop to the sheets.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D let me know what you think in the comments!

[wrenqueenisboss]

just giving you a hug (George x gn!reader)

Warnings: none, just extreme fluff

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You always sat on George’s bed as he streamed. Of course, since you couldn’t talk to him during streams, you always brought something to pass the time.

But sometimes, even your phone, book, and snacks wouldn’t occupy you long enough. It was during one particularly long stream that your boyfriend was doing that you found yourself desperately needing a hug.

Chat new you existed, they knew of your’s and George’s relationship, but you just preferred not to show yourself on camera. You were a little but camera shy. But in front of tens of thousands of people, that’s understandable.

So, you carefully got up from the bed and stepped into frame. Immediately,  chat began spamming your name, which caught George’s attention. He turned around and when his eyes caught yours, he smiled.

You grinned back and walked over, arms outstretched to signal that you were going to hug him. He opened his arms happily, enveloping you in a warm hug. His embrace was so comforting. You never wanted to leave. 

But you don’t always get what you want, sadly. George’s rapidly moving chat grabbed your attention. You smiled and laughed softly at the “aww”s “Y/N!!!!”s and “#BESTSHIPEVER”s in the chat.

You flopped back down onto George’s bed with a sigh, looking forward to the giant hug you’d he'd after he was done with his stream.

Maybe you’d get some cuddles too....

[sabinanotfound]

here i am! this is such a cool event idea :O can i request cc!gnf with prompt 45, right in the middle ;), ilysm and i cant wait for even more milestones <3

thank you so much ilysm

45. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips

join the event!

due to the flight being very early in the morning and taking forever, when you finally got to your destination you were very exhausted to say the least.

however when you saw george standing in the crowd in the airport, you forgot about all of that, your exhaustion vanishing, replacing itself with happiness.

"george!" you walked up to him. after doing long-distance for almost a year, you had finally met. you threw your arms around his neck, and his hands snaked around your waist.

you stood like that for a little, taking each others' scents in. finally you pulled away to get a good look at his face. finally you could feel all those faded, almost invisible freckles on the side of his face, thread your hands through his soft hair and finally- feel his lips on yours.

you both leaned in at the same time, meeting in the middle for a passionate kiss. your first one.

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