#gnf x you

[give-me-a-breakk]

Strip Chess [gnf x f!reader]

word count: 2,564

warnings: handjob, blowjob, boobs, cum, the L word

summary: george comes over because you’re bored. you guys decide to add a twist to your game of chess that leaves you both shirtless.

“Y/N!” i jump a little, finally paying attention to the fact that i’m still in a call with george.

“sorry, what were you saying?”

he laughs, “i wasn’t saying anything, i just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

“and i was..”

“not” he finishes.

“i’m sorry george, i’m just really bored today.”

“well, i could come over?” george suggests.

i smirk, even though george can’t see it.

“oh, you wanna come over george?”

“well- i- only if you want- since you’re bored-“ he stutters out.

i smile to myself. he’s doing it again. it seems that something about me makes him nervous, he never gets this flustered around anyone else.

but, it wasn’t a very well hidden secret that he liked me. everytime i came over to their house, dream and sapnap would nudge george at every one of our interactions. i guess they think i never notice all their little antics, but i can always see them in the corner of my eye, making kissy faces at george or pointing me out to him.

my eyes focus back on my computer screen, and i realize i’m about to start zoning out again.

“you know, you don’t need to be so nervous around me george.”

he doesn’t say anything.

“i’d love for you to come over.”

he agrees and leaves the call to get ready.

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(third person pov)

zoning out into her thoughts again, y/n lays on her bed thinking about george, waiting for him to get here. intrusive thoughts kicked in, slowly escalating as the minutes past. at some point, her thoughts became about what george’s face would look like with his cock in her mouth.

she felt a little guilty, having thoughts like this about one of her best friends, but it wouldn’t even be the first time. unconsciously, her hand softly grazes her thigh, her eyes closed, imagining it’s george’s hand.

keeping her eyes closed, she begins to lightly rub her clit through the layers of clothing. the lightness of her fingers remind her of george and the way he handles everything with a weirdly delicate grip.

her phone dings and she finally opens her eyes to see it’s a text from george.

‘i’m here’

“fuck, of course you get here right now..” she whispers to herself, and gets up to open the door for him.

when she opens the door, george immediately gives her a weird look. he can see her face is clearly flushed.

“what?” y/n asks.

“why’s your face all red?” he asks, a light blush appearing on his face too. he liked they way she looked right now.

y/n grins. “why do you think, george?” she asks, tilting her head towards him.

“i- wha- i don’t know! i asked you.” he stutters, defensive and nervous.

y/n chuckles and moves aside so he can enter. “come in.”

after george settles in, they sat on the floor in the living room. george never understood why she preferred sitting on the floor rather than her sofa.

y/n sat extremely close to george as they talked. she was horny instead of bored now, which was quite inconvenient for the situation.

george sat stiffly, afraid to touch her anywhere inappropriately. but he still watched her as she talked, trying to keep eye contact, but constantly getting distracted by whichever part of her body was closest to him in that moment.

soon enough, that part became her breasts as she arched her back and leaned towards him. her horny state made her bolder than usual and george could hear her mumble something under her breath.

“oh my god, please touch my chest.”

“what?” george asked kind of loudly as his face turned red.

she was surprised he heard her at all, considering she said it pretty quietly. she tried to play it off saying, “i said let’s play chess” and giving george a sweet smile. she seemed so confident about it, that he’s almost completely convinced that his brain made up the last thing he heard.

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she finishes setting up the chess board, and they start playing. george proves to be a lot better than y/n, beating her a whole four times in a row.

y/n sighs as george sets the pieces back into place for a fifth game.

“okay.. maybe if we raise the stakes, i’ll be motivated to win.” she says, tilting her head to the side as she thinks.

george puts down the last piece and looks up at her. “well what should we raise it to?” he asks.

she looks up, staring directly into his eyes. the sinister smile on her face makes him nervous.

“let’s make it like strip poker,” she pauses before adding, “only if you’re down, of course.”

george looks down, trying to hide the blush on his face. “yeah, okay. let’s do it.”

this time, y/n tried her best to focus on each move, thinking about what his next move might be, and what moves she could make to prevent it. unfortunately, it was useless because he beats her again.

“ha! i win!” george exclaims with a stupid smile. but he quickly looks up to see y/n’s smile and he remembers what she has to do.

usually she would sort of cheat in these kinds of games, starting with socks or accessories. but since they were settled down in her home, she had less options.

she slips her sweatshirt off, her chest only covered with a bra now. she looks at george to see him staring at her cleavage that peeks out, and he quickly looks away. she feels her skin gets goosebumps from the cool air that now hit her bare skin.

they start the next round of chess. this time, george taking a longer time on his turns. he was trying so hard to focus on what moves he should do next, but it was hard for him to think without remembering that y/n sat across from him, in just a bra.

despite being distracted, george still won this round, meaning y/n would have to strip again.

she hesitates for a moment, thinking about whether she should just take her pants off next, or if she should take off her bra next just to mess with george even more.

her horniness takes over, and she decides it’ll just be funner to take her bra off. as soon as she reaches back for the clips in the back, george’s eyes widen. they make eye contact as she undoes her bra, pulling it down her shoulders slowly to reveal her breasts.

george tried desperately not look down from her eyes, but when he did catch glances, he felt himself tensing up and getting horny. soon enough, his dick grew hard in his sweats as he watches her set the pieces up again for the next round.

“are you okay george? your face is really red..” y/n teases, with an obviously fake concern in her voice.

“yeah” is all he can say in return.

this round was even slower than the last. every other turn george took she’d have to call his name because of how long he was taking. he just couldn’t think straight at all, his thoughts were just completely full of images of her, and to think she was still just right there.

on one of her turns, george notices she’s smiling and realizes it’s because she finally just beat him. his eyes widen, not even realizing he was losing.

“finally, oh my god.” she sighs.

she shifts a little from where she’s sitting on the floor, a smirk plastered on her face, and her eyes trained on george. her gaze made him shiver a little, he was nervous, but at the same time, he was excited.

thinking about the fact that y/n was patiently awaiting for him to take off his shirt while she watched him turned him on even more, another blush appearing on his face.

so he takes off his shirt, finally revealing his always hidden figure to y/n.

“holy fuck..” she mumbles as her eyes trail down his torso. he chuckles, feeling flattered by her reaction.

this game was torturing them, slowly making them both hornier and hornier. in y/n’s mind, she could only take one more game, but after that, how could she resist?

yet again they start another round, this time y/n was anxious to see the end of it, her leg bouncing up and down unconsciously. the movement also caused a tiny bit of friction between her legs, so she couldn’t bring herself to stop. despite their new lack of clothes, their bodies both felt warm now.

another round of basically edging is over and george is once again the winner. he scoffs happily, waiting for y/n to strip off another piece of clothing.

“fuck this, just take it all off.” she pushes the chess board off to the side, knocking down a lot of the pieces in the process. george flinches a little at the sound, then looks back at y/n as she quickly scoots towards him.

his hands keep to his sides and his face turns beet red as she straddles him, her arms resting on his shoulders, and her hands in his hair.

she shifts a little, wanting to feel the exact imprint of his hard dick against her. a muffled moan comes from george and she looks at him, a little surprised, since she hadn’t really moved that much.

he sees her facial expression and feels the need to explain. “i haven’t done anything like this in a long time..” he says while looking away from her eyes.

“oh. do you not want to do this then?” she asks while moving her head to try and meet his eyes with hers again.

“no! i want to.. please.” he whines.

she chuckles. “well if you insist, george” she says while starting to grind her hips against him.

she starts to place kisses on the side of his neck, slowly moving down to search for any sensitive spots. when he groans as she softly bites a spot near his collarbone, she knows she found one. her lips focus on that area as she continues grinding on his lap. their chests making skin to skin contact as they’re pressed together, still sitting on the floor.

“you can touch me george..” she says by his ear, causing him to get goosebumps. without responding, he lifts his hands to her waist and rests them there lightly. she can feel how stiff he is and pulls back to look at him. he just looks up at her like a clueless puppy and she instantly melts inside.

“like this?” he tilts his head a little as he asks. she smiles sweetly and nods. “you can.. keep going though.” she places her hands around his wrists to slowly slide them higher on her waist. “the more your hands touch me, george,” she slides his hands towards the underside of her boobs, “the hornier i get.”

with that, he takes control and finishes the movement, carefully cupping her breasts in his hands. she allows her hands to slip off his wrists, and places them down by his sides while she leans closer into his touch. his grip is delicate just like she remembered of how he handled everything else. he takes one of her nipples in his fingers and starts playing with it, making her moan.

as george experiments with her sensitive breasts, y/n reaches down into his pants and rubs him over his sweats. he moans a little louder than she expected him to and he bucks up into her hand. she feels him tense up, but before he can try to apologize or express shame, she kisses him lovingly. their lips slowly separate as she pulls away but she speaks with her lips still hovering over his.

“sit on the couch.” she sighs out. he immediately follows her orders, lifting himself up onto her couch.

she trails her arms up his legs, stopping right at the waistline of his sweats. his breath hitches as he watches her hands pull them down, going quickly as she’s been waiting for this. his boxers go down with his sweats, and his hard dick pops out. she immediately holds it in both her hands, placing a kiss on his tip.

“george, can i be honest.”

she doesn’t hear him answer at first, but when she looks up, he’s nodding helplessly. she smiles, “i’ve thought about you like this before …so many times.”

his eyes slowly scan her face, and he sees how genuine she’s being. his pupils are dilated because he’s horny, desperate, and in love all at once. this moment is giving him the biggest urge to just tell her that he loves her, but he knows she’d think it’s too soon.

she leaves another peck at his tip, but then moves down to take him into her mouth. his eyes shut and his jaw tightens.

he tries to say something, to praise her, anything, but nothing is coming out except small groans. “i-“ he starts, but he’s cut off by his own moan as she speeds up.

she moves her hand to rest on one of his. eventually, he reaches a point of lightly bucking up into her mouth. she lifts her mouth off, swirling her tongue around his tip since he was so aroused now. his body unintentionally trembles and she smiles before placing kisses down from his tip to the base.

she was being so gentle and loving with him and he could cum from just that fact. he intertwines his fingers with hers that she rested on his earlier. she decides to focus on him and worry about her hormones later.

“do you know why i was so red when i answered the door?” she asks, smiling to herself.

he gulps as she continues, “i was thinking about you.”

she sees his dick twitch at her words. she laughs lightly and grips him a little tighter.

“y/n?”

she pauses and looks up at him, waiting for him to speak. it would be the first thing he’s said in a while.

“i..”

he’s fighting himself to try and stop himself from saying whatever it is. he pressed his lips together, still thinking about it. she squeezes their intertwined hands, and it encourages him to spit it out.

“i love you.”

he knows it was too soon. he already loved her as a friend, and even as more, but he was just learning about her feelings. he was already beating himself up inside. but he’s forced to stop when he sees her with the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face.

his eyes widen when she starts jerking him off again.

“i love you too, george.” she says through a smile, before kissing his tip again. and that’s what does it for him. george’s body convulses once more as he reaches his climax. without warning, his cum lands on her face, causing her to flinch. he gasps and immediately goes to wipe it off.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”

she laughs. he wipes her lips and right after, she leans up and kisses him.

[nikaizkool]

Kissing you after you were gone for a while 🤞🤞🤞🤞

• Dream

As soon as he sees you walk through the door he runs over to you wrapping his arms all over you, just sudden impact. It didn’t matter where he hugged he just wanted contact with his lover. His head would just stay where ever it landed until you moved, but even then he wouldn’t let go of you. Once he got his act together he’d be kissing all over your face leaving heated trails all over your face. On your forehead, cheeks, chin, ears, anywhere really. He’d pull away and ramble about how much he missed you.“Darling I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know what if so if you were gone any longer and I had to deal with nick alone.” He’d continue kissing you placing more pecks all over your face.

•George

I feel like he’d be nonchalant but also very fucking excited, if you walk up to him for a hug “no, you left me. You don’t love me. Nuh uh. Nope. Not a single hug coz you left me.” Jokingly ignores you but if you don’t do anything about it he’ll be overly clingy “what the hell. Literally come here the fuck are you doing.” He wraps his arms around your waist pulling/lifting you to the closest couch/bed trapping you in a bear hug with his arms and legs wrapped around you.

•Sapnap

Acts cool about it when George and Dream are there. “Hey Y/n I missed you.” But in private? Oh boy golden retriever mode “AHAGAGAG I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AND I LOVE YOU THESE FUCKING IDIOTS ARE SO DUMB AND I CANT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO LIVE THAT LING WITHOUT YOU OMYGOSH” he’d cuddle you and nuzzle his head into your neck. He doesn’t care what he’s doing when you walk in, wether it’s streaming, on call, gaming he will stop rip off his headphones and pull you down into his lap and sit you there until you leave or he gets up (ofcourse with you still with him)

•Quackity

As soon as he hears the door open he drops everything (much like sapnap) streaming? “I’ll be right back chat.” On call? “I’ll be right back bbh” eating? He spits out his food and run. He’ll run up to you littering your face in little pecks (making sound effects too) ending it with a big smooch on your lips. Following you around everywhere you go, “need any help with that amor?”. When he streams he’ll nonstop talk about you. “My wife came home today, I missed her so much—chat chat chat no I’m not a simp— CHAT NO STOP— I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY WIFE MORE” while he’s arguing with chat your just sitting there in his lap with your head in his shoulder.

[anon1nn1t]

i'll be honest, this is very basic. but could i get a "nsfw georgenotfound headcanons" with medium fries and a large coke?? anything you think would fit will do :o my brain is going bonkers over these types of fanfics xx

— the person you can call flower:D

now excuse me, while i get this dumb burger king commercial stuck out of my head:)

Hello Flower !! And yeah, I feel you. 😖 I’m such a George simp. 👉👈 Also, I tried to write this with our knowledge of George’s personality outside of streaming. Sorry if this is all over the place and that it took forever, but here you go !! One last thing, I may add more to this over time. :)

Feel free to send requests <3

I think that because he's bad at showing his emotions, he lets them out during sex. This leads me to think he's usually dominant but also wouldn't mind being submissive.

Exhibitionism. That's it.

George is a boob guy. You can tell by the way he reacted to Jack asking him if he likes boobs. 😭

I feel like he would not initiate quickies. If you wanted to, he would, but he would rather wait until he could take his time with you. Mainly because it usually takes him some time to tell you when he needs you like that.

You can expect lots of low grunts and groans, but don’t expect full-on moans unless he’s being submissive.

Not big on aftercare. He will of course ask you if you need anything and will do whatever you ask, but besides that, he just heads off to sleep.

I feel like he’s a sucker for neck kisses ?!

Like he absolutely adores hickeys. 😵‍💫 Giving and receiving.

Definitely will try having you suck him off, under his desk, while he's streaming.

PRAISE. KINK.

"That’s my girl" "Doing so good for me" "Just like that"

Def has some sort of music playing. It doesn’t matter what it is, he just doesn't like the background silence.

Even if he's being a hard dom, he's still constantly asking if you’re okay.

"Is this okay?" "Does that feel good?" "Are you still here love?" "Stay with me, baby"

Eye contact turns him on so much, but it also makes him sooo nervous.

If you tell him you love him during sex, consider him gone. Mans actually will cum on the spot. But it will also be a rare opportunity where he says, "I love you too" without a sarcastic remark or nervous laugh.

Every. single. time. you shed a tear he will ask for your color, and I mean every. single. time. He can not tell if it’s out of pain or pleasure. If you say green he will just simply wipe away your tears and carry on.

He doesn’t act like it, but he really loves you on his lap. Pulling your ass against him when you’re cuddling, pulling you onto him when he’s streaming without a face cam.

If you wear his hoodie or sweatpants … oh boy.

I feel like he either has a really high or really low sex drive ?!

I think he’d typically only go for a few rounds by choice. 🤷‍♀️ But he can go for as many as you want.

Loves loves loves getting his hair pulled.

He also loves getting grabbed by his waist.

As we know, George was a party animal, so he’s definitely experienced

His favorite position is definitely doggy. For multiple reasons of course, but mainly because if you can see what he’s doing, and he can see what you’re doing, he’s pretty awkward.

If he’s being submissive, I feel like he would not only dislike degradation, but actually hate it ?!

He also wouldn’t be that into it when he’s dominant; unless you want it, then you get as you wish.

If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll cum inside you. But if he’s in his right mind, he definitely prefers to cum on your stomach.

He’s lowkey very possessive of you. I feel like one thing he would never do is have a threesome, foursome, etc.

He loves teasing you so much. Especially acting like he doesn't even realize what he's doing. But when you tease him? He’s an absolute mess.

He loves overstimulating you so much. Like seriously, he will make you cum over and over and over and never get bored.

Honestly, he’s just down to do whatever you want. He loves you so much, and since this is one of the only times he feels free to express it, he’ll do whatever you want to make you happy.

[pray4saint]

OMG??? SHOWGIRL READER WITH POLY!SNF??? DIES.

🐏

darling showgirl

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. showgirl!reader. possessive!george. poly!snf.

a/n. EXACTLY. esp after shows i just know george gets super possessive after seeing a bunch of men ogling you

”did so good darlin'.” sap starts, pulling you between his legs by your waist so he has to look up at you from his spot sat on the leather chair backstage. you smile at him and he kisses at your navel, hands wandering up and down your sides. then george comes up behind you, pulling at the strings and buttons and clasps on the back of your corset and top. ”he's right. you looked so damn good up there love.” his lips start at the base of your hair and move down your neck and farther along your shoulder.

you use one hand to scratch at sapnap's head as he continues greeting your abdomen with his lips whlie the other moves back to george's neck, pulling his ever closer to the crook of your own neck. when sap's hand moves to tug at your skirt, george slaps at his hand, making him hiss. ”not here. anyone could see our beautiful girl.”

hastily, the three of you are moving back to your dressing room where sap sits on the sofa, lowering you down on his cock. ”shit peach, s'tight. s'always so tight, aren't ya?” you can't see him, it's almost reverse cowgirl, but you can feel his breath fan against your back and the bottom of your neck. he uses one of his hands to guide your hips, and the other to reach around your body and twist your nipples, pulling some of the sweetiest, prettiest moans that your boys oh so loved to hear.

george's hand caressed your cheek, smiling down at you while he used the other hand to work his belt off. even with how hard it was getting to focus, the second the brit's cock was out, your mouth was open, tongue out to lure him closer. and as always, he snickered down at you, letting his cock fall against your tongue. ”that's our darling girl. ain't that right? always so good for us.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[n0l4nfiction]

hii noah :]

could you write something along the lines of trying out impact play/slapping with george, perhaps both with george both giving and receiving???

helllooooo sure thing, coming right up :) sorry if this isn’t my normal quality, i’m running on 2 hours of sleep lmfao

NSFW BELOW. DON’T READ IF 18-…

giving:

george is big on the spanking especially, he likes tools but tbh he likes using his hands even more just cause he gets to feel you yk??? when he’s giving it to you he tends to be in a more dominant degrading mood, especially if you like being bratty

“YOU dirty, little, whore..” george growled, spanking you once again, leaving a slightly pink hand mark on your bare ass. “good little sluts take what their given, they don’t take unless asked to. do you understand?”

despite his whole big and mighty attitude, he’s like constantly checking up on you to make sure you’re taking it well, he’ll dip from rough to soft really quickly if he thinks you show the smallest sign of discomfort

“HOW are you feeling, love? you taking me in well?” george asked, as he made his way down your body, kissing down stomach as his heated breath rose onto you. “‘m doin’ g-great…”

receiving:

he’s almost always in a bratty mood when he’s receiving, he’ll do almost anything to get you to hit him, becuz he really wants it. you tend to pick up on it, especially as you two got more used to impact play, sometimes you won’t always give him what he wants right away🤷‍♀️he’s also a bit of a begger

“PLEASE, i promise, i’ll be good…” george groaned, throwing his head back. “earn it, sweetheart.” you mumbled nipping at his neck lightly. “p-please!!” he screamed, kicking his feet on the bed in anticipation.

he also loves the idea of him sitting on top of like the kitchen counter as you spank him with a wooden spoon and suck him off

GEORGE let out another groan as you sucked the tip of his dripping cock. you take his dick out of your mouth and hit him roughly with the wooden spoon as he let out a small whimper. “hey! what’d i tell you? your supposed to keep quiet unless i ask you otherwise…”

[journeywynter]

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Pairing: GeorgeNotFound x Reader

Song Inspiration: Hey There Delilah - Plain White Tees

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3,766

Warnings: Not proofread. Swearing, I think, really just the use of damn if that counts?

Summary: Take a look into Y/n and George's relationship between late-night calls and long-distance talks before George finally receives his visa and is able to meet the person he's loved through a screen all these years for the first time.

A/n: Timeline might not really match up but this is all fiction so it's okay. This isn't the fic I wanted to post but I wanted to put something else out there and the one I'm working on is a lot longer than I anticipated and taking a lot longer to work out than I thought. I hope you enjoy!

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Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do

Time's Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

"How has everything been? Are you doing alright? Did you sleep enough?" George questions through the phone. Just barely did he let me get a simple 'hi' in before he began his assault. Not that I mind it much, it's nice knowing how much he cares. It makes up for the fact that I can never see him face-to-face. I've offered to fly out to him but he's refused time and time again. Something about not being sure he'd be able to let me leave if we met before he finally moves to the states. I think really he's a bit scared but I'd never push him if he is, so I just accept his excuse. Still, it doesn't make it easier, especially not with our five hour time difference. It makes catching each other difficult and sometimes I just miss his voice.

"I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry about me. How are you? You just got done recording with Dream and Sapnap, yeah? How'd that go? Have you gotten anything to eat or drink yet?" Listen, I never said I wasn't just as bad as he was, I could be far worse though. He gets so into his recordings and streams he'll go long periods of time without drinking any water or eating any meals, let alone a snack. I'd rather like it if our first time meeting wasn't because I'm rushing out there on a whim because the man doesn't take care of himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I took care of myself today, love. No need to worry about all that." He reassures me, which honestly does very little because I know his version of taking care of one's self, but I choose to trust him this once. "Have I told you that you look positively stunning today?" It comes from his mouth, smooth as butter, yet I imagine he spent some time rehearsing those words. I doubt it was to a mirror, but I find the image in my head hilarious so I don't bother with asking him how it was practiced.

"Really? I'm just getting back from a day out vlogging and I'm sweating and disgusting."

"You never look disgusting to me." He's quick to say, almost too quick, maybe I'm more predictable than I like to imagine.

"Oh yes, I'm sure," I muse with a smirk, "I don't doubt you would be saying that even if I was covered completely head to toe in mud."

"I don't think you ever could not look perfect to me. I'd stare at you over any shiny lights any day."

"Even Times Square?" I question him. Times Square all lit up has to be hands down the most beautiful thing I could fathom. The city itself is an entirely different situation. Though I love it, even with it being a bit run down, it tells a story and it's lived in. It's a mixing pot of all different types of people, all willing to share a chapter of their life with you if you dare to ask. The people you see, the places that are loved, the lights of the city are the definition of beauty.

"Times Square could never compare to you."

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Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen, close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

I've had a horrible week. The video I was set to put out tomorrow got corrupted, the files all got damaged somehow as well, something I can't seem to fix. The audio on my back up videos is gone. It's just not there at all and I can't exactly just do a voice-over for them. I promised I'd have something out and I know it's not a huge deal, I'm sure everyone that watches would understand, yet I can't help but feel like I'd be disappointing them.

I had a fight with my parents, they've never particularly liked how I make my living. They thought I'd grow out of it by now and gotten a 'real job' and I had thought after all this time, they'd see it's far more than just a hobby to me and at least start trying to understand. It's my passion, I couldn't imagine ever doing anything else with my life, this is where I'm meant to be.

And I can't even talk to George today to make it any better. Tommy is streaming and one of the people he originally had with him, Jack Manifold, had to drop out for some personal reasons. George being the friend he is, stepped in to fill the place. I don't blame him, obviously, it's so sweet that he'd drop all his plans to support his friends, it just sucks a bit.

That's why, instead of being productive like I should be and trying to figure out my problems, I decided to join the stream half way through. If I can't talk to him personally, at least I'll be able to hear his voice. It's always comforting. It's almost nice even to hear Tommy's obnoxiously loud voice accompanying him as well.

"So, George, I do have to thank you for coming. You weren't meant to be doing anything important, right?" He overplays it for the audience, almost like he's joking, perhaps even being condescending, like George has nothing going on for himself, but being friends with Tommy allows you to see past the ruse. He genuinely hopes he hadn't pulled George away from anything.

"It's good. I was meant to be talking to my girlfriend but she understood. She actually almost forced me to show up for you when I tried telling her if she needed me then I'm sure you'd be able to find someone else to step in."

"Ah, how's she doing? How are you guys doing? what with the distance and all?" We hadn't told anyone aside from from close friends, Tommy being one of them, that we were together. Everyone else knows that we're both in relationships, respectfully, but not a lot of information aside from that is known to the public.

"She's good, she's got some big plans coming up that she's excited about, been working on them for awhile now. I don't like to delve into anything but she's great. I really think she's the one. I haven't told her that yet, but I do think she's it for me."

And just like that, without even knowing it, he made one of the worst days I've had by far into one of the best.

Oh it's what you do to me.

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Hey there, Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar, we'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there, Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away

I'd write it all

Even more in love with me, you'd fall

We'd have it all

It's been harder than ever, recently, finding time to interact with George. Our careers are blowing up more than ever, we have more of a responsibility now and we're feeling the pressure of producing content like we're robots only programmed to push out video after video, stream after stream. I love this, it's what I've always wanted, but I think a break is in order soon.

It's weighing on my relationships, my family, my friends, and even with George. We send good morning and good night texts every day, yes, but it's starting to feel disingenuous when that's all we ever say. I just wish there was time to properly interact, have genuine conversations where we talk about our aspirations and not just surface-level fixations. I'd like to not talk about the next time we're scheduled for a video just this once.

It doesn't help that I started college, just as a fail-safe. Really a compromise to get my parents off my back for the time being. The classes have been adding to my never-ending pile of stress. I love the course I'm taking and I'm actually glad that I decided to go through with it, if for nothing other than it being something I'm interested in, but that doesn't mean the long classes with hours of homework haven't been hell.

Maybe I'm happy, for once, that all this has stacked up on me, otherwise, I probably would have missed the text that only proved that maybe, just maybe, all of this wasn't for nothing and proved that my relationship wouldn't crash and burn either.

Hey Y/n, we haven't really had the time to talk, not recently at least. I just wanted to remind you that I'm still here if you need me, I'm not leaving. I'm not good with talking about how I'm feeling and that gets in the way oftentimes, but I'm happy you're in my life. I love you.

Yeah, George and I will be just fine.

Oh, it's what you do to me

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A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes, and trains, and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because

We know that none of them have felt this way

"So, Y/n, seems like you've been spending a lot of time on the phone recently. Any particular reason?" Dream asked, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. The same type of smirk that told me he knew damn well what was going on already.

Not like he doesn't know about George and me, it's just we have been spending more time talking on call recently. I think it's just because everything's finally slowed down for the both of us a bit. I decided to take a temporary break from videos. I do the occasional stream but since I just finished my first year of college, I think I just needed time to recuperate so I didn't completely burn myself out. It was taken extremely well by the public, everyone seemed so understanding. Of course, there are a few bad apples that felt entitled but the overwhelming positivity drowned that all out.

And George, while he hasn't gone on a break, has decided the rate at which he was shoveling out content was getting unhealthy and has reigned it in a bit. He's worked his schedule around so that he's not pushing himself to stream so much and he's no longer pushing himself to record so many videos at once, whether alone or for others.

It seems like we've finally had an opportunity to reconnect properly and it's been refreshing. Like the first breath of fresh air after being cooped up inside for weeks on end. Or the first sip of a hot drink on a day so cold you feel your face going numb.

"Oh Dream, don't you worry, I'm sure you'll get your boyfriend back soon. Can't go ruining our precious DNF, now can I?" I poke fun at their fanbases' favorite pastime, shipping the two creators.

"Oh come on, as if. It's like you're obsessed." He retaliated, jokingly/

"Yes, I'm obsessed. I'm head over heels, somebody please catch me, I might faint." I say monotonously, not that my statement is far off from the truth. I really have fallen for the brunette, more than I'd like to admit. I don't exactly do a very good job keeping it hidden from him anyway.

There's a silence for a moment, one where it feels like it's just teetering between deciding if it wants to be comfortable or not, before the two of us burst into our own fits of giggles. Nothing said was all that funny, but each time we'd go to calm down, we'd fall right back into laughter given the smallest glance at the other. Using the other as support, I straighten up from my hunch position on Dream's couch. The only reason I'm here is that recently he asked George, Sapnap, and me to move in with him. Sapnap was here the very next day, I had taken a little bit more time before deciding there was no harm in joining the, though nobody would know I'd moved in with them until George also moved in at least. Unfortunately, George is still waiting on his damn visa and it seems like he'll be waiting for a while longer.

"I'm happy for you," Dream suddenly sobers up real quick, a serious expression covering his typically relaxed face, "the both of you. I've known you both a long time, I don't think I've ever seen either of you happier than when you got together."

"Thank you, Dream. That means a lot, especially coming from you." I admit. "And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone else, too. As much as I love DNF, George is mine. You'll have to find a new boyfriend." I jab at him, effectively lighting the mood again.

Delilah, I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never, ever be the same

And you're to blame

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Hey there, Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there, Delilah, here's to you

This one's for you

"How is college?" George and I have been on the phone for a little over an hour, having a video date night thing. We're watching the Harry Potter movies in order together like we've done a million times before, while in our pj's with some snacks. This is how a lot of our 'date nights' are and I wouldn't trade these moments together for anything other than being able to do this with him in person.

"They're good. I'm halfway done, about to start my third of four years." I reply, my attention only half on him as the other half is watching Harry as he's confronted with Sirius Black in the Shrieking Shack, probably my favorite scene from my favorite installment of the movie series, "Two more years and I'll finally be out of there. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to have had this experience. I'm really glad that I went to college even if I'm not going to be using my degree any time soon, if ever. But it'll be nice to put my YouTube career back into full swing again. And then maybe I'll be able to really play a part in the history you, Dream, and Sapnap are making for the Twitch and YouTube platforms. You guys are making serious waves right now"

"I wouldn't say we're 'making history' per se, but I do realize how big we've gotten. It's crazy how fast it all happened, we all got so lucky. I appreciate all the support we've gotten, I really wish there was a way for me to show it the way I want to but everything feels a bit forced."

"Don't worry, if anyone will be able to figure it out, it'll be you. Just give it some time and I'm sure it'll work itself out. It probably feels forced because it is forced." I reassure him, trying my best to comfort him with just my words. He seems to lighten up a bit, which means I can only hope he'll take my advice.

For a while, we both turn back to our respective TV screens, we're at the part where it's just been revealed that Scabbers, Ron's rat, had been Peter Pettigrew all along. I still remember the shock that ran through my body the first time I watched the movie. Now, I just get angry knowing one of my favorite characters won't be set free and will remain a fugitive. Some say I get too attached to fictional characters, I'd say I'm healthily sentimental and I just think Remus Lupin and Sirius Black deserved better than they received.

Third Person POV

Y/n became so focused on the movie, the anticipation still eating her alive whether or not she know the outcome, that she doesn't even notice George had turned his gaze from the screen to her face on his phone. She's unaware of his thought, all of which revolve around the h/c girl. How he wishes to be there with her, how he wants to finally hold her in his arms and kiss her head when she gets worked up over Pettigrew's escape. How he wants to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles soothingly when she tightens them too hard into a fist to control her anger over something as silly as a movie.

But that won't be happening, not yet at least. She hadn't realized it then, but that was when George decided he'd do whatever it takes to be there, in America, with his lover and his best friends. That's where he belonged. As much as he loves his where he grew up, no matter how much he loves London and the UK, he knows home is wherever they are.

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Two years later:

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

Y/n finally finished college, which had become easier over the past two years, believe it or not. She was currently getting ready for her graduation ceremony. She and George hadn't talked very much the past couple of days over both being mutually busy. He did know of her ceremony taking place today, she had told him a month prior when she found out the date herself, and he took time to call her briefly to wish her congratulations, making a poor joke about not tripping up while walking across the stage.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, George had gotten his visa, just about a week or so prior. Having known of her graduation ceremony was coming up, he decided he'd surprise her instead of letting her know he was coming. Everything had been extremely rushed, booking the flight for the day before her graduation to make sure he would arrive with enough time to actually be able to show to her graduation. Sapnap had picked him up last night from the hotel room and brought him to a nearby hotel to their house, to his soon-to-be home, while Dream kept Y/n occupied.

Now, he was rushing to get to the predecided spot that Dream and Sapnap chose to lure Y/n to for the big surprise. He was running shaky hands through his hair every few moments as he tapped his foot against the pavement. He'd say, usually, he's pretty good about concealing his anxiety but something about this girl just had him constantly falling apart in the best way possible.

Focusing on his breathing, trying to steady it into even breaths, he heard the sounds of steps growing nearer. Peaking his head up, he saw his two best friends body blocking someone from his view, though more so they were trying to block him from their view.

"Okay, seriously guys, what is going on? You barely gave me time to say goodbye to my friends and thank my professors one last time before almost yanking my arm out of its socket to drag me off!" He heard the voice his only ever heard over static phone calls before and his heart almost stopped. If it wasn't for the fact he could feel his pulse in his skull, he's sure he just might have dropped dead.

"Calm down, this was important. We're gonna step away now, the floor's all your's." Sapnap retaliated before he and dream removed their forms from in front of the girl, breaking their little human shield. Finally seeing the girl face to face, cap and gown and all, had his heart-stopping. It might be crazy but he swears she looks even better in person than she did over the phone, which he swore up and down to be impossible.

It seems like he wasn't the only one in disbelief, the only difference is her's was planned on his end, as all she could do was stare. Was this real? Had she just dreamt up everything she could have hoped for just to open her eyes and be disappointed?

"Dream, pinch me." The h/c haired girl spoke up after some beats of silence.

"What?!"

"I said, 'Dream, Pinch me.' Now do it before I wake up." She demanded, only half expecting him to actually do it so it completely caught her off guard when he did. "Ouch!"

"You told me to pinch you!"

"I know, and I appreciate it, thank you." She gently thank him before swiftly turning back towards George and flinging herself onto him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms made their home around his neck, squeezing him almost to the point of suffocation, not that he minded.

"It's really you. Five years of being with you, many more years of being your friend, all online. Through a screen. And now you're here." She sobbed out into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent, willing it to her memory as she was sure she would for everything involving him.

"I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere not. I'm with you, I'm home." He reassures, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing begins to steady out and he can feel her wiping her face with the palms of her hands before pulling back, gently unwrapping her legs from his waist to touch the rough ground on her tiptoes, never truly leaving his hold.

"It's really you." She whispers once more, carefully cupping his face between her two hands, so soft you'd assume she was scared to break him like he was made out of porcelain.

"It's really me and it's really you. Just like it should be." He leans down himself, tilting his head a bit to the side, his lips stopping an inch or so from her own.

"Can I kiss you, love?" She swears she can feel her heart stop at his question, eyes shoot up to his excitedly before rapidly bobbing her head up and down.

"I've waited five years for this moment, if you don't kiss me now I'll go insane."

And just like that, their lips finally connected. For the first time in half a decade, they were in the arms of the person they'd loved for so long. The butterflies erupted in both their stomachs as the heat raised to both of their cheeks. George's blush is far more than noticeable to bystanders but neither has a care to give. Not when they're finally home.

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

[peachy-tea-anon]

DSMP characters first dates with you

TWs: none, just fluff

Synopsis: where they would take you, how they act, etc

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

Movie night

He's a classic guy, yk?

You guys giggle about stupid parts in the movie

Definitely whispers to you throughout it

Holds your hand in the popcorn bowl

𝗦𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗮𝗽

I feel like he would do something with a group

Despite his confident persona, he gets really nervous with being with you one on one for the first date

Dream and george definitely tease him

Just going shopping and being chaotic

When he finds himself alone with you, he kisses you

𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲

At home movie night

He prefers less public settings

Takes you to his house and orders takeout

Gets a bit shy and nervous

Eventually warms up and starts cracking jokes

Progressively gets closer to you throughout the movie

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿

FANCY. DINNER. DATE.

Mans is boujee

Is really flirty, when he first saw you dressed up he got really blushy and stuttery

At the end of the night, he takes you to the top of a nearby building

You both look at the moon, admiring how lovely it looks in the night sky

He kisses you under the moonlight

𝗡𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂

Picnic date 100%

She makes all of the food, even cutting the strawberries into little hearts

Picks a spot in the middle of a daisy field

Gets very blushy whenever you compliment her

Showers you with love and affection

𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁

Shopping date in the city

Probably for a vlog

You somehow rope him in to buying you another stuffed animal

"Y-you look very pretty..."

Has no idea how to flirt, probably asked wilbur for advice

Sorry it's been a min, I've been super busy with school, so here's some fluff for the soul!! Please comment any requests<3

[lvyu]

you were easy to love, but now i can’t leave; dreamwastaken x reader, georgenotfound x reader

— synopsis: moments of loneliness, where you can feel them slipping away.

— warning(s): emotional manipulation (dream)

notes: context for george’s: i have a silly headcanon that when george goes in those coma-like sleeps, he disappears and reappears in a new place; also he can grow plants because i say so.

the silence was so loud though you were only yelling moments ago. “what?” you were reduced to breathy, hushed words, nothing like a few seconds ago.

any truth masked, dream spoke, perhaps in the calmest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “don’t yell at me.”

maybe that’s what made it sound so threatening.

his hand reached out, sitting gently on your cheek. “come on, what made you so snappy?” it sounded like he was smiling, but you couldn’t exactly tell— not anymore, at least. “where’s the happy, more soft-spoken person i love?”

the question made you pause, before returning to your senses. “what’s your excuse?” you fought back, starting to raise your voice again.

“i really hate arguing with you, you know that.” you hadn’t noticed the inches becoming centimeters, becoming nothing as he pressed against you in hug of sorts; you heard a quiet shuffle, his mask, and felt his lips— they were dry and slightly cracked— on your cheek. “can we please stop? we can talk about it later if you want, but right now you’re too upset.” his sad tone made you weak, returning his hug to comfort him.

you felt stupid for giving in so quickly to him, but as mad as you were at him, as confused and even scared of his actions as you were, you loved him. and maybe, just maybe if you heard him out it would make sense– he’d provide you a reason, any good reason, for his continued attacks on the citizens of new l’manberg.

dream, your dream, pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you. “let’s go home.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

a few vines sprout from the muddy grass he touched, rain hitting them hard. george tsked, repeating his earlier action. you watched him from the open window, trying to crack the mystery that was what he was really feeling.

“georgie,” you said. “don’t abuse your powers.”

he shrugged. “yeah, this super great power to just… make some plants.” his tone was sarcastic, and he kicked the ground as he stood up, making his way back inside the house. “i’m tired.”

you frowned, calling out for him. “guess i’ll see you in a week then,” he stared at you, annoyed. “or ‘find’ might be the better word.”

“first, it’s not that sleep– and secondly, i don’t even control it, and i don’t know why you’re still hung up about it.” he clearly wanted the conversation to be over, but for whatever reason, he lingered, waiting for a response.

your words were borderline pathetic, fueled by weeks of confusion and loneliness building up. “of course you control it, george. saying you can’t is just a bullshit excuse you use to pass the blame off.”

he scoffed. “oh yeah? ‘pass the blame off’ what am i to blame for?” his words were clearly bait, daring you to insult him; and you took it.

“for never being there anymore, for leaving everyone! what else?” maybe it was the wrong thing to say— it was definitely the wrong thing to say— but god, did it feel good to finally say to his face.

despite the hurt look on his face, you stood your ground, watching as rubbed his face and groaned. “it’s not my problem that you chose to stay,” he said. “that was your choice, not mine. don’t blame me for your issues.”

this time he didn’t linger, didn’t wait for your response.

[nikaizkool]

heyy don't know if your talking requests but if you are could you write hcs for whoever if their partner was an actor?

YES OMG

Dt only ☹️☹️☹️

•Dream

So proud of your success always bragging about how cool and awesome his girlfriend is. “Yah but did your girlfriend voice over Walter white in a meat canyon video? Hmmmm? I didn’t think so, coz my one DID.”

Very worried about you leaving him for more handsome guys that you date in a show “no stop what are you doing in that clip, y/n no”

•George

He just treats you normally. Like 🤷‍♀️, he’d watch some of your stuff and be supportive but he doesn’t really mind it.

•Sapnap

If your in a sex scene he will not be having it. “Baby 😡” he’d give you the silent treatment.

Very supportive of your job at the set he’s hold up signs for you ‘don’t fucking fuck my fucking girlfriend you dumb fucker fucking fuck’

[anon1nn1t]

Hiii :) I am glad that you are confident in posting your work on tumblr and I hope that you are good and you deserve a lot of love, I heard that George talks in his sleep, can you please do a post about a whole fluffy convo you and George have while he is a sleep but you are wake. And can George wake up not knowing what he said in his sleep and the reader just laughing about it eventually telling George and they both cuddle back to sleep, ty. Make sure to eat and drink :)

This is such a cute request, omg. :O Also, thank you for being so kind; it means so much !! Thank you for the request as well, of course. <3 * Btw before you requested this, I had no clue someone could actually understand questions in their sleep. 😧 *

Please don’t be nervous to send a request !!

"Baby, are you awake?" you asked while turning over to face your boyfriend, George. "Mm," he mumbled out in his sleep. You, however, took this as a sign he was awake and wrapped your arms around him lazily, nuzzling into his chest. He squirmed slightly, fighting weakly to get away from your grasp. "What’s wrong?" you asked while removing your arms from his waist. He remained silent. "Are you mad at me?" you asked. Again, no response. You scoffed while turning away from him again, wondering why he was ignoring you when you hadn't done anything wrong.

"Y/n," he said groggily. You decided to act petty, ignoring him like just he had ignored you. He whined, and you decided to give him pity, turning around to face him again. "What is it? What did I do?" you asked sincerely. When you still got no answer, you realized something was up. This wasn't at all like George; you hardly fought, and when you did, he never ignored you like this.

That was when you remembered a conversation you had had with him before. You, him, Dream, and Sapnap were all on a call together when Dream told you George talks in his sleep. You laughed at his "joke," and he laughed back, so you just assumed he was trying to embarrass George for fun.

You decided to test if he was actually asleep by standing up. If he was truly awake, he would not let you get up without a fight. He would whine and pull you back down into bed, cuddling up against your back. He, however, didn’t move, and that’s how you knew he was still sleeping. You nuzzled back into his chest, realizing he meant no harm and probably didn’t even know what you were doing. But that was when he asked you a weird question…

"Hm, how are you?" he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, giggling softly, now knowing that he was sleep talking. He snored quietly, and you had to try so hard to fight the urge to laugh. "I’m great, how are you?" you answered back jokingly. "M'good," he answered. "Baby?" you asked, confused. Could he understand you even though he was asleep?

"Pretty," he murmured. "What’s pretty?" you asked, confused as to what he was talking about since he was asleep. "Y/n," he responded. You formed a downward smile, your heart melting and your stomach filling with butterflies at the fact he still thought about you in his sleep. Not only did he think of you, but he was fully aware of the fact that you were his girlfriend. Your eyes started to water as you played with his hair with one hand and gently rubbed his cheek with the other. "I love you," you whispered. "I love you too," he said back.

He jolted upward, making you jump away from him slightly. "George?" you asked, concerned. "What?" he asked with a yawn. Now that he was fully awake, you burst out laughing, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Why are you laughing?" he asked with a pout. "Nothing, nothing," you giggled out. "Y/n, tell meee," he said while gently shaking you. "I didn’t know you actually talked in your sleep," you said while trying not to laugh. "Oh my god... " he breathed out, embarrassed. You couldn’t control your laughter, laughing harder than you ever had before.

"What did I say?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "You asked me how I was..." you started. He let out a relieved sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "AND YOU CALLED ME PRETTY!" you yelled out. " Oh my god," he said while burying his face into his hands out of humiliation. "AND YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" you said, crying with laughter. He ran his hands through his hair as he shook his head into them. "You’re crazy," he said. "You’re the one that said it," you said while wiping your tears. After you both had calmed down, he decided to speak up.

"Well, I mean, it’s true," he said. "What’s true?" you asked, confused. "That I love you. And that you’re pretty," he responded with a shrug, scratching the back of his head. "Are you still sleeping?" you asked half-jokingly, surprised at how honest he was being. He was never this straight-forward with you, ever. He laughed at your joke before gently grabbing the back of your head and pulling you back into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, resting his chin on top of your head. "Goodnight, baby," he said. "Goodnight," you yawned, falling asleep in his arms.

[saturntheplan3t]

Dating gnf

↝a/n: i just love insta feed type thinhs

↝pairing: Georgenotfound

↝pronouns used: none used but insta feed thing is feminem

↝genre: fluff

↝Warning: | none just fluff :) |

Georgenotfound

Always in VC no matter what time it is.

Hes not that affectionate lets admit

But once in a blue moon if hes tired enough he’ll tell you how much you mean to him <3

And then when you bring it up later he’ll deny it

If you get your doubts (yk your gonna in long distances) he’ll give up his attitude and comfort you<3

When you finally meet up pics on twt and spend every moment of your trip together

Would ofc steal one of his hoodies and not give it back.

Watching tv, walking around, playing video games some of the best times

You would have begged him to play it takes two with you but then realize he realizes that your trolling him by dying not helping him.

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[imagines-babes]

I Want You(George)

Heloo everyone I would like to say thank you for 18k sorry for a late story this week was my birthday. Anyways today story it around a TikTok I saw by the creator @imptic. Basically they use a filter saying it's a soulmate au where one of them dies and it turn black and white. With this song in the background. So I do hope you enjoy. 'I Want You' by Mitski

TikTok George list Masterlist

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In a world where finding your love will give you all the colors that are in the world. But if one partner were to die all the colors in the world will fade back to black and white.

Today is as normal as it’s always been. Waking up seeing him still lay next to me as I smile. Then the smile on my face fades as I rush to the bathroom with my head over the toilet vomiting. Slowly getting up and flushing the toilet. Taking glances over the bed to see him still there. The colors around us were so pretty. Then to look at me with a smile. Hearing a phone. Walking back into the room to see his phone ringing. George,’ I start to shake him as he stays asleep a little longer. ‘George come on you gotta get up.’ He turns to his side as he sees me rubbing his eyes. ‘Someone calling you,’ he gives a nod starting to sit up as he answers. Hearing his side of the call. It sounds like he will be busy today. So I decided to text some of my friends to make plans. ‘Sounds like I’m gonna be busy today babe,’ he looks over at me as I nod. ‘What time would you have to leave,’ He glances at his phone at me. ‘About 45 minutes but it takes like 25 minutes to get there so I will just get ready right now.’ He gets out of bed and I start to change as well. ‘Do you have any plans,’ turning my head to see him brushing his teeth. ‘I do I’m gonna have some lunch with friends.’

After leaving the house, I made it to where we were eating as we all talked about everything. While more friends join us. With some getting engaged and others expecting kids. George and I wanted to take it slow. But recently, I’ve been eating more. Throwing up in the morning. I didn’t want to get excited if this was just like something bad I act so I didn’t think much of it.

With George, he met up with his friends and other people that work in the company. George was keeping this a secret from y/n that he is ready to settle down and start a family with her. The boys were there because he just wanted them there honestly. They have gotten the ring size and the type of ring y/n would like. He was so excited to ask y/n. Once he finalized the purchase they hugged him. Now all he had to do was pop the question and make it official. He look at the ring one more time with a smile on his face. Bringing his phone out to text y/n that he loves them. But he never sent it. Telling his friends that he was leaving. He made his way to his car. Unlocking it getting inside his car. Fixing the mirror till there was a man in the back of his car with a gun. ‘Just give me what you have and I will leave you alone,’ that is what he heard. His body froze. He brought out everything that he had on him. The man in the back wasn’t impressed and was not happy about any of it. Till he notice that box. He lean over to open it and then looked at the front of the mirror. ‘Planning on proposing,’ George just stared back at him with a nod. ‘Such a shame you wouldn’t be there to ask.’

The lunch with them was ending as we made it to the front of the building walking to our cars. Saying goodbye to each of them the color of my eyes started to fade. Staying still. I wished it wasn’t true. One noticed and started to shake me, ‘y/n you okay?’ But the words from her mouth I couldn’t hear them. It was like in the movies. The only thing I did hear was ringing on my phone to see Dream calling. I answer. ‘Y/n! You need to come to the hospital it’s George! He got shot in the car it’s not looking good y/n please hurry,’ I stay still as I hear Dream trying to see if I would answer dropping my phone I tried to my car. The cars were slowly going to various greys. I found my car after 2 minutes. My friends were calling me. I drove off rushing to the hospital. Not stopping at signs. Rushing in yellow lights. Till I notice a hospital. Finding a spot. Turning off the car I rush in looking for Sapnap and Dream anywhere till I hear someone calling me. To see them waving their hands. ‘Did they tell you anything yet? Was he still alive? Was he breathing?’ Before one could answer a Doctor arrived, ‘for George,’ turning over to see him with a nod, ‘Ma’am I’m very sorry but he when he got here.’ The color was permanent. The colors were now black, grey, and white. My body started to feel weak that’s when I fell. Only seeing a light.

Waking up to see I was still at the hospital to see Dream and Sapnap with Hannah and Sylvee. Not knowing when they got here. To remember what happened before we got here. Feeling someone sit on my bed I turn my head to see him. ‘George’ I whisper as he nods bringing up my hand so he can kiss it. But the colors for me weren’t all the colors in the world just 3 plain colors. ‘You aren’t really here are you?’ My voice was shaking. He nods once more. ‘I love you sweetheart so much and I want you to know that before I go. You need to live your life with our child okay.’ He placed a hand on my cheek as I nod. I didn’t want him to go. To hear a knock on the door of the doctor. I turned to see where he was but he was gone. Everyone woke up then the doctor walked in with a smile. ‘How are you feeling y/n?’ He questioned as I give a small nod. ‘Well y/n I don’t know how else’s to it but while you were unconscious we took some tests and we would like you to know that you are 7 weeks pregnant.’ I feel my stomach as I remember once more what George says as I cry softly.

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Okay could I maybe get something where you’re best-friends with george but you’re nervous to call him gogy or any other nickname? Bc to me nicknames are like super personal and I’m nervous to use a family/ close friend nickname if I’m not super close w them? And one day you accidentally call him by a nickname and he fucking loves it and he’s speechless for a sec and ur super insecure bc you think he’s mad at you and you apologize bc ur like “it’s a reserve nickname” whatev but he tells you he loves it and just like... fluffy fluff fluff pls?

(i’m not super confident in my George writing because i don’t watch him very often but i tried my best!)

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Your and George’s friendship was still fairly new, just in the stages of really getting to know each other. Today George invited you out to go window shopping at the mall.

George dragged you in to some random gaming store, “I’ll have to play this game on stream one day.. It looks interesting.”

Honestly, you were nervous around George. You had trust issues from bad friendships in the past. You were so worried to mess up this relationship because you really liked being around him.

Walking back out of the store and down the mall you saw the shoes you’ve been wanting forever but could never find.

You gasped, grabbing George by the arm. “Gogy.. Look at these shoes! I’ve been wanting them forever!”

In your excited state you didn’t even realize the nickname you said. George followed you in the store, still processing what you said. When you turned to see his stunned face you realized what you had called him.

“Oh.. I’m sorry I was just super excited.”

“No.. It’s okay!” George laid a hand on your shoulder, smiling. “I like you using nicknames on me.”

You sighed out of relief, glad he didn’t take it poorly.

“Okay..” You smiled at him, “I’m always just nervous to use nicknames.. Insecurities I guess.”

“You don’t have to be insecure. We’re friends, you could call me any weird name on the planet and I’d like it coming from you.”

George then offered to buy you the shoes, as long as you promised to use nicknames for him more often.

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Hii! Could you do a cc!gnf/m!reader? It can be anything really but i really would like if the reader could be trans and he/they

A/N:Hola! I didn't know if you wanted smut or fluff so I went right in the middle lmao

I tried keeping it as gn! as possible but he/they intended , it's awful but enjoy nonetheless.

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You talk too much.

Suggestive Content | Mostly just SFW stuff tho!

cc!George x Trans!M!Reader (he/they)

This is longer than it should be lolol , reader gives top energy kinda(?)(not grammer checked)

Requests:OPEN

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Your shoe's hit the wooden floor , the wires of your earphones swaying as you couldn't help but move your body to the beat of the song.

The shopping bags hitting your legs as you walked down the hall , like you were on some rep carpet runway.

You even mumbled a few of the lyrics as you neared your destination , placing the bag down and getting your key's , unlocking the door infront of you and bringing the bag inside , closing it with your foot behind you.

You placed down the bags on the kitchen counter , you started unpacking but got distracted by the loud sound of a wheeze-like laugh from the next room.

You placed down the cleaning supplies and removed your jacket and shoe's , you made your way to the room , softly clicking the door open and entering , the room was dark , a screen being the only light on.

Your socks aided you in sneaking up on a unaware little boy that stared at the screen , you took notice of the screen in question , a Youtube completion? Who know's.

Your arm's wrapped around his chest as you audibly heard him yelp and breath in so deeply that you thought you'd killed him.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??" He reached back to grab at you but you moved out the way to his dismay "Why wouldn't I?" You replied with a sing-song voice in the mix.

"Where the hell even were you??" George said as he simply leaned back and looked up at you "Working hard" You said as you moved a strand of hair from his face "Working hard or hardly working?" You scoffed and rolled your eye's , a smile present on your face as you moved away.

George got up faster than you could blink and that's not a lie , he pulled your arm and you turned back around to roast his ass but instead he placed a kiss right to the corner of your lips.

Your hand went up and stopped his face from moving an inch away , you tilted his head up , your lips travelling from his cheek to his neck , your face simply buried in the crook of his neck , you could practically feel the way he shuddered.

This pulled a little giggle from you as he slightly punched your stomach , your other hand pulled him closer by the waist , call it a cliché action but you truly lived in his reactions to the smallest thing's.

You nudged both your bodies back toward the desk , your hand moving from his waist and started making it's way up under his shirt , his own arm's wrapped around your body.

"You are one cute little thing , huh?" you said with a chuckle , lifting your head to look your lover in the eye's "You talk too much"

"You don't even know"

Your lips slipped over his , the simple kiss turned into a gasping mess as your grip tightened on the bend in his back , George's hands grabbed at your shirt , holding onto it like some sort of reflex to him.

A action that has been played so many time's before.

His lips were soft and he tasted slightly of a sweet drink that you couldn't quite place , the flavour faded on his tongue.

His fluffy hair tickling your face alittle as he leaned into you , his shirt on the verge of being pulled off straight then and there but you desided not too , just to get a reaction from him.

Your hand removed itself from his shirt and went up to tangle in his hair , your lips moved away from his own , yet never leaving his skin , kissing a trail down to his neck , a smirk on your face.

You breathed in deeply and pulled away , George made a sound of suprise as you removed your hands from him , yet his arm's seemed to only hug you tighter.

"I need to go do stuff Georgee!" You whined , trying to pull his arm's away from you "But now I'm frustrated because you're too bloody teasy"

"Is that even a word George?"

"Probably not"

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Pray for my one knuckle that cracked so loudly while writing this;^

I'm terribly sorry if this wasn't what you were lookin for but I wasn't sure and ur ask , but feel free to request anything