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thequeenopower · 2 years

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All About The Thrill ; Georgenotfound

Hello ! This is a gang AU. Sorta like how people made gang AU's of the Vanoss Crew. If you don't know that then just think of it like a more rebellious mafia wattpad story. OMG i deleted this by accident and then i was like 'what if i do ctrl x' then that didn't work so i did ctrl z and it worked I'm so happy, anyways, on with the story.

The Dream Crew were the most notorious gang in the state, maybe even in the country. Their faces are everywhere, on every light post with the words 'Most Wanted' at the top.

So when someone with the same face as the ones on the posters had a hand over my mouth shushing me, I was scared shit-less.

"Please, just stay quiet and get supplies that would treat a bullet wound." He had a thick accent and pleaded with his eyes, though his face was dark. It was a face that would make any child come clean about who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

Though his face made my heart race with anxiety, he didn't seem like he wanted to be doing this. He did not want to be holding a young woman at gun point just to help his injured friend. But the man with the hat on behind him didn't care, he meant business which seemed to be at the end of the gun he was pointing at my head.

I nod slowly, rising to my feet and moving towards some of the storage racks that hold the supplies.

"Shit, where is it?" I rushed through the bins trying to find the sutures but it wasn't there. I look at the racks on my right and see the sign for the sutures.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to the other side of the room." The man with the hat huffed and motioned me to move with the flick of the gun he held.

I moved quickly yet slowly, I just wanted to get them their supplies so they could leave me alone. But that might not happen, they might kill me because I knew they were here.

Loud footsteps echoed through the halls leading to the supply room. I spun around towards the boys and motioned for them to get down, which they did.

Sarah walked through the door like she owned the places. I mean she does but it's not specifically hers just her fathers, and the only reason she still works here is because the patients like her for her looks. She's not even a good doctor, never mind a nurse.

"Oh, y/n! How are you? You would not believe what happened to me today!" I somewhat smile towards her as she walks around grabbing some supplies. She loudly tells me what happens, almost catching the two men hiding.

"You know, I have the perfect guy for you to meet. He's tall, dark and handsome. But I'm sure you're just going to want to die alone, so." She smirked and grabbed her last item.

"You know, a man wouldn't do you too bad. If anything, I'd say it's required." With that, she left.

The two boys stood up, the one with the hat smirking towards me as he looked me up and down. The brunette elbowed him which got them both distracted. This is my chance!

I moved slowly at first when they started to bicker but as soon as my foot reached two tiles away from the door, I booked it. Maybe I actually thought I had got far away from them or maybe it was because I was exhausted, but I slowed down as I got to a 4 way intersection in the hospital.

It all happened so fast, one second there was a rag that smelled so sweet I had no option but to inhale deeply and the next, I was out like a light.

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A pounding headache is no way for someone to wake up to. But unfortunately, I did. I sat up from the makeshift bed that I was lying on.

"Oh for fucks sake, you're finally up! Come on!" My arm is immediately pulled, forcing me to move with it so it doesn't detach.

I'm thrown into a room, very rudely I might add, where there's a man waiting on a hospital bed with two men holding rags on him. I recognized one of them, the brunette with an accent, who seemed to recognize me as well as he looked over.

"Dr. l/n, please help him." He pleaded, his face not dark anymore but red and stained with tears.

I walked to him, looking at the man on the table. He had blonde hair, though it was soaked in blood.

"How long has it been since he's been shot?" I grab the rag from the man and take it off of the wound.

"About 3 or so hours," He looked at me with nervous eyes.

"Did you grab any blood?" At the mention of blood, I feel over a place that was throbbing. Pulling away my hand, the red liquid stuck to my fingers.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. If I remember anything from biology class O type blood is the best one for everyone." The other man lets go of his rag, which the man with the accent grabs hold of, and looks through a duffel bag till he gets the bag in his hand.

"I need an IV, stat!" The other man rushes over with the blood and IV, along with another man bringing over the bag and laying out any other medical supplies.

I connect the IV to a blood vessel and have one of the boys hold up the blood so it can enter him safely. The bullet did not enter the body completely but I am going into this blind and not entirely sterile. I use a scalpel and cut at a 95 degree angle the width of my pinkie finger. I use clamps to hold open the wound. I use a tweezer to try to dig around and find the bullet.

"I'm George, by the way," I look up at the man how was trying to control the blood loss.

"y/n." I feel something hit the tweezers, something that did not feel like the inside of a human body. I start moving a round slowly, trying to grab the bullet until,

"I got it!" I pulled the bullet out and kind of just threw it onto the floor as I had no other place to put it.

I clear up some of the blood and start to suture and dress up the wound. As soon as I get the dressing to stick to his skin I feel a gun press against the back of my head.

"Hey, whoa, Nick. What're you doing? She just saved Clay." George puts his hands up, trying to speak clearly and calmly to who I presumed was Nick.

"Listen, if you just let me go, I won't tell anyone."

"Bullshit!"

"Nick, just let her go! She won't tell!" George manages to smack the gun away from Nick, which starts a physical fight between the two of them.

I just stand there, not knowing what to do. At one point, I had to do CPR on Clay because his pulse stopped.

"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" Three other men walked through the doorway and broke the two boys up. George was thrown towards me with a busted lip and a black eye.

"Hey, you, new girl. Go clean Georgie over there up, we'll handle this." I look at them confused but George just takes my hand and leads me to another room that has some first aid supplies.

"Thanks for that." He smiles at me, his lip dripping blood.

"Of course, I couldn't let a pretty girl like you get hurt." He winces as I apply antibiotic ointment.

"You know, this means you have to stay with us," He smirks as I put a butterfly bandage on the cut.

"Can't I just be shot?" It came out rude but who wouldn't in a situation like this.

I mean, I was taken from my work at gun point. Used to help somebody that I've only ever read about in textbooks. And then get another gun pointed at me for doing it. I'd rather get shot right now then experience that on a daily basis.

"You know, we have an actual home. It wouldn't be like this all the time. The only reason we're here is because our other house got raided and that's how Clay got shot. And that's how we got you." He was standing now, with more emotion on his face than I've seen all day.

"I don't want to, I want to go back to my normal life." His eyes looked full of pain, but he shrugged it off.

"Fine. I'll get someone to drop you off back at work. Do not tell anyone about this encounter."

i swear if theres any mistakes on this im going to chop off its balls. also go check out my other stuff ig. my sapnap imagine is doing pretty good for some reason even though its shitty. (the omegele one)

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elfchaos · 7 months

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Just coming over here to remind everyone

If something happens with a content creator you bought merch from and you can’t support them anymore you DONT have to throw it away. You can…

1. Donate it!

-someone could benefit from an article of clothing. Especially if it has a genuine good design and isn’t just “CREATOR’s NAME AND LOGO”

2. Alter it!

-transform it to fit your personal aesthetic and preferences. If someone still recognizes it you can always act confused and say you found it at goodwill, liked the design, and altered it. Trust me it works.

3. Scrap fabric

-if you like cosplay or just sewing having extra fabric around is nice. You never know what you could do with it

4. Shirt blankets

-there are ton of companies out there that you can cut all your old shirts up, send them off, and d they’ll transform it to wonderful cozy memory blanket.

5. Give it to your dog

-if you believe it’s safe to do so, perhaps bless your dog (or other cuddly beast) with a cozy sweater shirt that reeks of you. If your pet is anything like mine they’ll treasure it, nibble, and snuggle your gift. Or they’ll rip it shreds but hey… you tried (Note: don’t do this your dog is a fabric eater)

Let me know if you know more ways to avoid unneeded waste

#dream smp #Wilbur soot #dreamwastaken #Tommyinnit #quackity #SBI #shubble #mcyt #YouTubers #lovejoy #lovejoy band #georgenotfound #punz #eret

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bemboob · 7 months

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yes, minecraft youtube is going to shit right now. but dsmp and qsmp ≠ mcyt.

i don’t want to see people saying “all minecraft youtubers are freaks, abusers or pedos”.

yes, some are. you’ll find that in any group of people. it’s sickening that they happen to be in a group where lots of younger audiences congregate. but generalising them as a mcyt fan yourself, saying that all the content creators are bad - it doesn’t do any favours to the general public view of mcyt.

hermitcraft members deserve better than that. people like the hermitcraft people, lizzie, scott, shelby, fwhip, sausage. the people who are actually safe for children, the people who pioneered mcyt.

they did nothing wrong. they don’t deserve that generalisation. most of them are married or in long term relationships, and many of them have children, daughters of their own.

it’s not fair to them or their fans to generalise.

acting as though these two groups - the dsmp side of mcyt vs. the hermitcraft/pg side are one and the same, is a disservice.

plus some of the hermits literally have openly disliked dteam long before any allegations of any kind came out LMAOO

** please don’t take this as me acting as though the other mcyt are the victims in this situation. they’re not. support the real victims of abuse. what i’m pointing out is an unfortunate side product of these situations that are exacerbated by both fans and non fans.

also edit: ive read some of ur comments abt the fact that them having kids does not mean they aren't abusers. this is unfortunately true. it's not really what i meant, although reading this post back, it certainly comes across that way. i more mean that it's not fair to cc's kids or spouses to see that they are being painted as abusers when they potentially aren't. seeing that could really mess a person up.

also yes. do not put any creator on a pedestal. i personally admire many of the content creators on hermitcraft for their creativity, humor, personality, etc. they have traits that are admirable about each of them. but if anything credible comes out, i'd immediately drop them. i don't care if they saved my life, if i watch them every single day, i drop them. doing anything else is unhealthy.

#hermitcraft #dsmp #minecraft #mcytblr #mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #support shubble #support shelby #georgenotfound

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cheesecrackery · 2 years

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