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give-me-a-breakk · 1 year

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i’m in charge pt. 2 [gnf x f!reader]

part 1

word count: 1,115

warnings: SMUT, dom!george, eating you out, edging, hair pulling if you squint

summary: george switches the roles back to the usual of him being the dominant one.

george runs his hands up your bare stomach, lifting your shirt higher in the process. you’re embarrassed at how you’re allowing him to make you submit to him, so you grip his wrists before he can reach your breasts.

he looks up at you confused. “a-are you okay?”

your hesitance has made him nervous. even when he was ‘in charge’ he was careful with you.

“yeah, just- why can’t i be in charge?” you ask, challenging him.

his face falls back into his familiar smirk.

“didn’t i just just give you a turn, darling?” he asks condescendingly.

“well yeah, but-“

“be quiet.”

before you could protest, he pulls down your underwear and licks side to side on your clit without warning, causing you to gasp. your hand slips up, covering your mouth as to not let him hear any of your pathetic moans. of course, he interjects by grabbing your arms and pulling them away.

“well it’s no fun if i can’t hear you.” he says as he rolls his eyes.

your eyebrows furrow, still upset at how fast you lost the dominance.

“you want control?” he guides your hands to his hair, “there’s your control.”

his tongue goes back to working on your clit, and your moans are audible this time. you pull very lightly on his hair, afraid to tug too hard. he looks up at you, while his tongue is still moving quickly against you. you try to keep eye contact with him, but sometimes it breaks as you throw your head back from all his movements that cause you pleasure.

then, he moves his tongue to push inside your entrance instead, moving fast again. your grip on his hair finally tightens as you react to the new feeling, his wet tongue feeling around your walls. the speed of all his movements made you feel like you would cum quickly, already starting to feel a slight knot in your stomach.

“ah- george-“

but then george pulls away completely, causing you to look down at him.

“do you like it when i go fast y/n?”

“mhm” you answer while nodding. you looked so helpless.

“so, you don’t like it slow?” he asks while he starts to rub your clit painfully slow with his delicate fingers.

his touch still made you react, your hips twitching slightly.

“george..” you say and let out an obvious whine.

his other hand digs into the skin of your thigh, but still not hard enough to leave bruises.

“is something wrong?” he asks, pretending to be unaware of how badly he’s torturing you.

“pl-please.” you say in a louder tone than you expected.

his slow pace stays exactly the same.

“who’s in charge?” he asks, looking you straight in the eye.

you huff and look away, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction. he smirks at your response, tightening the grip he has on your thigh. his lips leave kisses on you thigh, moving closer to your heat, he moves his fingers to leave a few licks on your clit that make you whimper, but then he stops.

“i guess you just don’t want to finish...” he teases.

“wait..” you say quietly while pulling his head up with the hand that was still in his hair.

“hm?” he hums, his eyes looking even more pretty because of the way he’s looking up.

“fine,” you spit out, “you’re in charge.”

as soon as you say that, he has the most smug look on his face.

“and now i can prove it.” he says.

his tongue goes back to flicking your clit around. it was sensitive now, making your hips grind against his mouth, but george didn’t mind. to him, it just showed how desperate you were, just from his mouth.

your hands explored his brown messy hair. one moved down to hold his jaw, this time neither of you dared to break eye contact.

“i love you, george.”

his eyes widened a little, barely noticeable. his tongue slows down as if processing what you said. it wasn’t like you guys hadn’t said it before, but it was rare for you guys to say it during sex.

he seemed to gain a new motivation now, sucking on your clit to give you the most amount of pleasure. he used his hands on your thighs to hold you against him as your hips bucked with sensitivity.

soon enough, you could feel how close you were, and your increasing moans made it obvious to george as well. then you came in his mouth, just like he said you would, still not breaking eye contact. he made sure to clean you up with tongue afterwards, his tongue still making your breath hitch from how sensitive you were now.

he moves up, hovering over you. he kisses you, making you taste yourself.

“i love you too.” he finally says.

you pull him towards you, rolling both of you over so you sat on top of him. you both giggled, he didn’t try to stop you. now you were both just smiling at each other like idiots. you were about to lean down to kiss him when you see his phone light up and start vibrating on the dresser next to the bed.

“it’s dream.” you say as you get off him so he can pick it up.

his face drops, but he answers anyway.

“what do you want?” he says when he picks up.

you raise your eyebrows, surprised at his aggression, especially towards dream. george keeps it off speaker, so you can’t hear what dream is saying. you just use context from george’s answers.

“actually yes, i’m busy.”

…

“none of your business, idiot.”

…

“I’ll just call you later.”

he waits a moment, probably listening to dream complaining, then he hangs up, lightly tossing the phone to the carpet floor.

he looks back towards you, and you look at him curiously.

he sighs and says, “he wanted to talk about a video.”

he pulls you to him by your waist and you smile.

“but the only person i want whining in my ear right now, is you.” he says, making you laugh, and he pulls you into an affectionate kiss, but it quickly turns rough and sloppy. he leans down towards you, until your back is against the bed again.

he speaks, “where were we?”

“oh, i don't know,” you say as you look off, pretending like you have to think about it, “something about cumming in your mouth over and over.”

he laughs and moves back down.

“mhm” he says as his hands run across your thighs softly, and then suddenly holding them open, preparing to go down on you again.

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bagelrites · 1 year

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“Go Home”

Fluffy DNF Antarctica Drabble

Dream can hear them playing outside his tent, and they sound like they’re having so much fun, he can’t even be mad at them for keeping him up.

It’s day two of camping in fucking Antarctica, and Dream is even sicker than he was yesterday. He woke up coughing blood and mucus, so while George and Sapnap and Karl get to run around like kids on a snow day, he’s stuck in his sleeping bag: just a little pile of misery, waiting for the hours to tick by.

Still, he likes listening to them.

George makes them drag him around on a sled, laughing gleefully, and then they all take turns pulling each other. They tackle one another, crunch into the snow, complain about lost hats and gloves, lay in sleepy piles until Sapnap—who somehow is always lying at the bottom—complains about his arms going numb. Karl pretends to give George CPR at one point, and Dream scoffs to himself, rolling his eyes, pretending he isn’t even a little bit jealous.

Okay, so maybe he is a bit mad at them for having so much fun while he’s miserable. Or, maybe not mad, but after a while, he does get a flicker of bitterness in his chest, sad that he can’t be out there with them, actually enjoying this trip even a little bit. He almost feels like he’s been forgotten about.

He knows it’s not true, knows they’re just leaving him alone because they care and he’s sick and needs rest, but he can’t help it. He wants to remind them.

“Hey guys, I’m trying to sleep,” he shouts after it sounds like Sapnap has hit George with a shovel. They all go silent for a moment, surprised that he’s even awake, then go right back to shouting, this time making fun of him.

He sighs, slumps back into his sleeping bag, and tells himself to forget it. Let them have their fun. They deserve it.

He’s surprised when a few minutes later, someone is unzipping the flap on his tent.

“George?” he says when he sees a flash of orange coat.

“Ugh, why does it smell so bad in here?” George says, scrunching up his nose as he climbs inside with him. “It literally smells like piss.”

Dream laughs, raspy, and George just zips the flap closed and awkwardly shuffles until he’s sitting next to Dream.

“Does it? I think my nose is totally broken,” he says.

“Yeah, it does. You’re all… stinky and sick.” George flicks his glove around, the second layer hanging loose from the first. “And sad.”

“Aww, George. Did you come to check on me?” Dream teases, rolling onto his side so he can see him better.

“No.” George wraps his arms around his legs, looking small even in his puffy jacket. “I’m pranking you. Making sure you can’t fall asleep.”

“Eh, don’t worry. I’m not getting any sleep anyways.”

George hums, and they’re quiet for a moment, just sitting in each other’s presence. Karl’s piercing laugh echoes outside, and there’s a thump as someone is tackled to the snow.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” George mumbles.

“It’s fine. Like I said, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep anyways.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Dream. You should go home.” George is frowning intently, flicking his glove around with more agitation. Dream knows he’s upset, but it still warms his heart to see how much George cares.

“Trust me, I would if I could.” Dream pauses to cough, then gulps to wet his throat. “You don’t have to sit here with me, you know. You should go have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“I wish I had soup,” George says out of nowhere, and Dream laughs, because he knows what he means.

“Thanks, George.” He reaches up out of the sleeping bag and just loosely pats George’s knee. It’s the best he can do, under these conditions.

“Not for you. Obviously.” George scoffs and starts to leave.

“Knowing you care is better than soup,” Dream says, because he likes to be cheesy sometimes, and he likes even more to see the involuntary smile that flashes across George’s red cheeks.

“Shut up. Idiot.” He rolls his eyes, fond as ever, and unzips the flap. “Get some sleep. We’re going home tomorrow.”

“I know,” Dream says. George shares one last glance with him, his smile twinkling in his eyes, and even though he was just trying to be cheesy, the feeling really is warm like soup in his belly.

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justdsmp1 · 1 year

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⋆ 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕

Pairing(s): Georgenotfound x reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: You sing a song a little too personally

Word count:221

Masterlist

You stood in the kitchen at George's house, making dinner for everyone, George had his friends over from Florida, Sapnap and Dream

Everyone was sitting at the kitchen island, waiting for it to be done, listening to music as I cook. Single ladies by Beyonce starts playing, you start dancing, and Sapnap joins you.

"All the single ladies" I sing out

"All the single ladies" Sapnap joins

"All the single ladies" I repeat

"All the single ladies" Sapnap continues

"Now put your hand up" I sing, putting my hand up, George looks at me.

"Your singing it too personally, put your hand down. Don't forget I'm your boyfriend" George says, turning the music down.

"It's a song"I defend

"Put your shit down, did you forget I was your boyfriend"He repeats. You look at him. You turn it back up

"If you like it then you should've put a ring on it" I sing as the part came up. George turns off the music

"So I'm technically single" I add, George looks at me, pulling me closet

"Oh so that's what we're doing, your not Beyonce," He tells me

"Your Y/n M/n L/n," George says. Dream and Sapnap watch the two intensely

"You just used my middle name," I say lowly

"Play my song" I demand, Sapnap turns it on and he and Dream dance with you.

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fandomlit · 2 years

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neutral, chap. 24 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary you part ways with badboyhalo and punz. tommy and techno have a comfortable, open conversation about their past and present. sapnap brings news to george.

warnings swearing, mentions of destruction and death

a/n i’d like to formally apologize for all the delays in posting, i may be depressed (or just moving into college soon, one of the two)

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gif cred belongs to @norrawhite

“will you be okay?” badboyhalo asked as punz wrapped you in a tight hug.

“yes,” you chuckled as the taller man lifted you from the ground before returning you gently to the same spot. “i’ve lived the nomad life before. for a long, long time.”

punz let go of you to look into your eyes. “don’t be afraid to find us if you need help. and if you’re ever in danger, well..” he shrugged. “you could always come ask the egg for advice.”

“you know i’ve never been able to hear that thing, punz,” you shook your head at him. you saw bad smile at your close pair out of the corner of your eye.

“i know,” he spoke gently. his smile made your chest feel embarrassingly hot. “the egg will lead us if it knows you need us.”

though you didn’t know how much you believed that, you pressed a kiss to the blonde’s cheek. “thank you, boys.” you let bad squeeze you in one last hug.

“stay safe, okay?” the hybrid spoke seriously. “stay away from l’manburg for a while. or anywhere dream would be.”

“that’s the plan,” you smiled, summoning your trident back to your hand. badboyhalo seemed giddy at the sight of it back in your hand; he had always loved that damned weapon, but only when it was with you. “i’ll see you boys soon enough.”

you all said one final goodbye before you could think of getting emotional and turned your separate ways. despite your sadness of parting with another sense of familiarity in your disorderly reality, your heart didn’t ache as you walked away from your favorite cultists. if anything, the interaction gave you more desire to hurry toward the man you could trust above all others.

...

technoblade should’ve been in bed.

but it was yet another late night, post-adventure for spider eyes. when thinking in retrospect about dream, techno thought it best to be stocked on potion materials in case of emergencies in invisibility and other cases. it had been a tired night for the both of them and primarily quiet as a result. but when they returned with enough of what they needed, they sat in the kitchen instead of heading to bed.

technoblade wordlessly made two cups of hot cocoa for them. the silence was no longer awkward as the first few days of tommy’s stay were; it had melded into something comfortable overtime, a comfort only shared by two brothers who understood each other’s thoughts in the moment. except that tommy could never predict the voices--not really.

“you know, i look up to you,” tommy offered after a while. technoblade’s eyes slowly drew up to the younger boy, who had seemed introspective all night. he wondered how long it took him to gain the courage to say those words. and suddenly, tommy looked embarrassed. “i, uh.. you’re my brother.” techno nodded, bringing his cup to his lips. “and you’re a total badass.”

techno let out an amused snort. “i am.” tommy smiled, turning his gaze away from the hybrid’s intimidating eyes. “go on.”

tommy shook his head as his brother snickered. after a moment of considering, tommy spoke, “and y/n always talked about you like you’re a saint, so..”

now he had really caught his attention. “she did?”

“yeah,” tommy sighed into his mug. “you’re a simp for asking, but yeah.” technoblade leaned to shove his shoulder and tommy let out a loud laugh. “she did, though! she always said you were strong and that she trusted you more than anything. and reading her journal, she said you made her feel safe.”

techno nodded. “you’re a creep for reading her journal.”

“hey!” tommy called out defensively as his brother laughed out again. there was a flush rising to his pale cheeks, but he grinned anyway. “she encouraged it! it was my way of learning about the war from someone i could actually depend upon for an accurate account of events.”

the hybrid shrugged knowingly. “fair enough.” he considered for a moment as tommy sipped his hot cocoa. “what’s ghostbur up to?”

if the question surprised tommy, he didn’t show it. “heading to king eret. they say..” tommy’s mind flooded with a thousand questions as he remembered his journeying friend. “they think they can revive him.”

technoblade nodded, “so he took the offer, eh?”

“you knew?”

“phil told me,” he explained. “when eret reached out to him with the idea, phil came and told me before he wrote back.” tommy nodded. “he’s trying not to get his hopes up--i can tell that much, but..” he sighed. “he’s a dad. dads love their kids.” tommy nodded again, gazing out the window to watch the clouds graze over the starry sky. “he’s happy you’re back, for the record.” he watched tommy blink a few times in surprise. “i mean, i’m great to be around, but i think phil gets some empty nest syndrome sometimes.”

“yeah,” tommy agreed quietly. “i mean, he already lost one child, and i kind of parted myself at the first opportunity.. he probably feels better knowing he can see me, that he gets to have me around instead of me running away.”

“and he’s proud of you, too, you know,” techno credited. the boy’s bright eyes turned to him. “ya don’t have the clearest conscience, but phil always finds a way to put a positive spin on everything you’ve done. it’s kinda annoying, actually.” but tommy was smiling too wide for techno to continue his complaints.

“‘m sure he does the same for you,” tommy offered and technoblade shrugged. “no, really! especially through all of y/n stuff, man. it’s hard not to be impressed by how much you truly-” the word love was on the tip of his tongue, but he dared not venture that far, “-protect and care for a person. at least, one that’s not family.” he said nothing as tommy raised his mug to his lips again. “now that’s what a real badass does.” technoblade snorted.

the voices were a dull lull in the back of his mind, but one rose to the front to speak, ‘you make that kid proud to be your brother.’ the idea warmed his chest more than he anticipated.

...

you reached a small sign post the following day. it was a helpful little thing, with three small wooden arrows carved with the name of villages, all pointing in varying directions. but your attention wasn’t initially on the signs. instead, your eyes were trained on the crow perched atop the post.

“i thought i saw you flying yesterday,” you hummed quietly, stopping when you were in front of the sleek creature. though the sign post was a little taller than you, the bird seemed to be turning its gaze to you all the same. you tilted your head at it curiously and laughed when it mimicked your action. “what are you doing so far from home?”

the birds neck craned in the slightest, beak jutting toward you. you slowly presented your flat palm, and the crow dropped its jaw. a small golden ring fell into your palm. it was a plain band, and far too big for your finger, but it made you smile. you knew it was more about the item reaching you than the item itself.

though it meant nothing to the avian, you held up a finger before going to rummage through your bag. you found a silver emerald ring at the bottom of your emerald pouch. you recalled philza being present when you had welded the small object, it being your first successful trial of welding jewelry; you had only saved it from the destruction for the sake of that memory. it was janky and uneven around the band, but that just reminded you all the more that philza would recognize it as yours.

you gave the crow a small piece of bread before offering it the ring. it took it into its beak to replace the one it had given you before squawking one last time and flying off.

you took a breath as you watched the crow fly among the tall tree tops before disappearing. you finally took the time to read the sign and assess the familiarity of the village names. you smiled when you saw a name that undoubtedly belonged to the tundra tribe. you took a calming breath before once again continuing your path.

...

george was continuously thankful for the way he lived after leaving dream. he was a more secluded man now, living out his days in an attempt at peace in l’manburg. there was little drama (personally, that is) in his life and yet still a lot of care, for and from the community and the people around him. he was beyond happy with his carefree arrangement in the nation he once fought to keep down.

but of course, a community like his did not come without interruptions. and george was less than surprised when sapnap arrived at his door.

“what’s the news?” george finally spoke after sapnap had settled at his kitchen table, watching as the older man brewed some tea for the both of them.

“y/n’s alive,” sapnap began. there was a pause in george’s actions and heartbeat as he continued, “fundy saw her in the nether. she didn’t tell him where she was headed next, but she was alright.”

when sapnap let out a hefty sigh and the water was effectively boiling, george turned to face his old friend. though it was warming to know that y/n was alright, the uncomfortable look on sapnap’s face was enough to unease him. “what’s the downside?”

sapnap finally lifted his eyes to george’s as he spoke, “dream did not blow up neutral, but.. maybe it would’ve been better if he had.” every word from therein was a needle in george’s chest. it looked as if it pained sapnap just as much to be telling the tale. sap looked desperate by the end of his telling, “i mean.. where do we even go from here, george? what can we do?”

there was a tense moment of somber consideration before the ear-splitting whistle of the kettle cut through the room. george was quick to take the kettle off and pour the boiling water into the awaiting cups as he considered his words carefully.

“he’s looking for her; we can be sure of that much,” george spoke quietly as he steeped the bags of fresh herbs. “the only thing we can really do is pray that wherever she’s heading is far outside of dream’s reach.” sapnap nodded as george placed his hot cup in front of him. after joining him at the table with a sigh, george offered, “there’s a few places that come to mind that she could’ve gone.. only one really sticks out, though.”

sapnap raised his eyebrows at him. “care to share?”

george’s lips drew into a thin line. “has anyone heard from technoblade?”

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basilly · 2 years

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instagram || georgenotfound x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what would george post of you on his instagram?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: posts & stories!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned but fem presenting

posts:

stories:

#GEORGENOTFOUND X READER #MCYT X READER #MCYT IMAGINE #DREAM SMP X READER #DSMP X READER #GEORGENOTFOUND FLUFF #GEORGENOTFOUND FANFIC #GEORGE X READER #MCYT FLUFF #MCYT FANFIC #MCYT FIC #MCYT FANFICTION #DREAM SMP FLUFF #DREAM SMP FIC #DREAM SMP FANFICTION #DSMP FANFIC #BASILLY #BASILLY INSTAGRAM

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet (george x reader)

pairing: George x reader

cw: none

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon :) enjoy <3 (1k words)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

George cares for you very much. He asks if you ate and if you didn’t, he cooks you a nice homecooked meal. If you had a bad day, he always finds a way to cheer you up. He has this almost motherly affection you adore.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He is the friend that agrees to do anything just to spend time together. Bowling? Okay. Trying new recipes? Sure! Going skydiving? That’s where he might decline you hahah

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He does. He likes to be held, to be hugged. He loves when you play with his hair or when you hug him from behind hehe.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eventually, yes. But it takes time, of course because it’s not a one-minute decision. He is neat but not neat, good at cooking some meals and bad at cooking some others. He is the goldilocks type.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be awkward and would hate to make you sad. Tries to act emotionless to end it as soon as possible. Would hate seeing you cry

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

100% committed. He will not rush into marriage but have a stable and nice relationship. Eventually, when both of you discuss it and are sure of settling down, he’d say the words (rather shyly hehe)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle. When he hugs you feel like a china doll hahah

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, he loves themmm he will shyly hug you all the time but he wouldn’t do it in public. He doesn’t like PDA

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time. He doesn’t want it to be just words so he mulls it over quite a bit before saying it

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He isn’t jealous. He is chill with everything and he trusts you very much. He knows you have guy friends as he does have girlfriends and neither of you can just ditch them. Trust is everything in your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Shy kisses. He usually isn’t the one initiating them (he still likes it though teehee), he likes to be kissed on the forehead, because they are always filled with love. Loves giving you cheek kisses :3

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is kind of lost, because he doesn’t really know what to do but loosens up later and ends up becoming best friends with the kids (they have the same interests anyways pfft)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I think he is an early riser, so the two of you would cook breakfast together while listening to calm music.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You love reading together before bed. You light a few candles (vanilla scented, of course) and let the silence engulf you as you read page after page together :))))

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He would slowly reveal things about himself, starting from the most generic ones and then going into more personal things.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is difficult to make angry. When he does though, he’s not angry, he’s distant and quiet.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember the important things but he would sometimes forget about what you told him to buy on his way home.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you went to an arcade late at night and played games for 3 hours straight.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is somewhat in the middle. He would obviously get overprotective if someone catcalled you on the streets but if there is a spider on your desk, he cannot help you with that hahahaah

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would try his best to give you the best gift, organize the best birthday party (often gets help and advice from friends but still), and not forget to vacuum the floors

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He never empties his pockets when he throws something in the laundry. Once your washing machine broke because a metal coin from George’s pocket got stuck in it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He literally doesn’t care (y'all saw the way he dresses) but still looks fine asf

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes he’d be like a lost puppy. If you went away for a week or so he’d text you every couple of minutes saying he misses you (wholesome boi)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

George once burned the microwave because he tried to make a mug cake.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would hate if you were to walk around in the house in outdoor clothes. Hygiene first babies.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can sleep for 2 days straight I’m serious

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mcyt-peach · 2 years

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playground love

*:･ﾟ summary: a surprise visit from Phil's nephew lands you and George a babysitting gig

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!george x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of marriage (joke)

*:･ﾟ note: love George but you can't deny this man would be frustrating to work with because he'd keep falling asleep

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"Y/n! George! Can you come up here for a bit?" Phil’s voice sounded out from the office window that overlooked the store.

"God I hope we’re not in trouble." George mumbles, climbing the stairs, still tired despite the slow day.

"What, afraid he’s gonna call you out for napping during your shift?"

"That was one time!" He tries to keep his exasperated tone quiet as the two of you approach Phil’s office.

"I’d like you both to meet my nephew, Michael!" Phil smiles, patting the back of a small child who's staring at his feet and tugging the bottom of his shirt. "Sorry to spring it on you two, but you’ll have to babysit him today."

You and George quickly share a look before Phil tacks on, "Don’t worry, he’s very well behaved." Another look was shared between you too, causing Phil to sigh and concede, "Fine, you can pick first for next week’s shifts."

You squat down beside the boy and give him a gentle smile. "Hi Michael, my name’s Y/n!"

The boy barely glances up at you and only mutters a polite "Hello Y/n."

George mirrors your stance and sends a small smile your way. "Hey buddy! Do you like coloring?"

Michael’s head snaps up as his eyes widen. You can't help but let out a slight laugh at his cute expression.

Both boys tear off towards the stairs as you shout a "Be careful!" after them. The sound of a tumble and then soft crying spurs a sigh from Phil. "Maybe you should get on that."

Right.

At the bottom of the stairs sat a crying Michael and an equally panicked George, who was desperately trying to calm the boy. Michael reached his tiny hands towards you and you brought the small boy into your arms in an attempt to comfort him.

One ice pack and two lollipops later, Michael was as happy as could be. He's perched on a comically large stool, swinging his feet back and forth as he draws next to your coworker.

"George! Why aren’t you drawing? You said you would help!" Michael whines a bit at the boy beside him.

Placing your hand on George’s head and ruffling his hair, you laugh. "That’s because pretty boy over here can’t tell his colors apart. Think you can teach him the colors, Michael?"

The boy’s face splits into a grin as he launches into an animated explanation of the rainbow.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to the register. After checking out the customer, you feel a slight tug on your pants and look down to find a patiently waiting Michael. Once again, the boy reaches his hands up and you lift him into your grasp.

You give George a questioning look, but find no answer when he mirrors your confusion. Michael pokes your cheek to get your attention, holding a hand up next to your ear.

Leaning towards you, Michael asks, in the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard, "Is George your boyfriend?"

You can feel the shock run through your body at that moment. If you weren’t so utterly confused by this fever dream situation, you’d honestly be impressed by the fact that you didn’t drop the boy the second he asked you that question.

Instead, all you could do was stare at the "boyfriend" in question. His eyes were wide and his jaw might as well have been on the floor. His face was so red you would make a colorblind joke if you had the ability to. When you finally do remember how to speak, you sputter for a moment before managing anything coherent.

"W-what?! Michael, where’d you get that idea?" The boy looks at you with a very confused face, as if you just told him that aliens aren’t real.

"But you said he was pretty! And George said the same thing too. When we were drawing, I told him to draw something pretty and he drew you!" The boy might as well be exposing George’s deepest secrets with how much the Brit is groaning at him to stop.

George thought you were pretty?

"Michael! Your parents are here!" Phil’s voice once again makes an appearance from the office window and Michael hops down from your grasp.

"When you get married, can I come to the wedding?" The boy grins before racing up the stairs to Phil’s office.

Well, this was going to be an awkward shift.

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loosemouse · 1 year

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ATTENTION ALL DNF ENJOYERS!

Are you TIRED of reading uniteresting fanfics?

Do you want something NEW, something EXCITING??

Check no further! This fanfic has all the drama&cuteness you've ever dreamt of! (Pls i worked hard)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43210038/chapters/108603813

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give-me-a-breakk · 1 year

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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.

(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.

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.

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gogy-darling · 2 years

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r/DreamWasTaken fanfic spotlight winner!!

fight god or become him by honeyplease

Length: 2k | Rating: general audience

Warning: angst | c!dnf | dxd

It is so odd, how his dreams mirror reality.

Dream’s voice gets icy. “I’ll warn you. If you’re not with me, you’re against me.”

Or is it reality that mirrors his dreams?

george wakes up from his dream of destroying the world. dream gives him the same offer as before.

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bagelrites · 1 year

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“Teddy Bear”

DNF fluff, George POV

Even after moving in together, George and Dream’s sleep schedules still don’t quite line up. Sometimes they’re so out of sync they don’t even get to sleep side by side, most of the time Dream just stays up a couple hours later than George, but sometimes—George’s favorite time—Dream goes to bed about an hour earlier than George.

(Sometimes George even purposefully stays up to make sure this happens, but only sometimes.)

Tonight was one of those nights. Dream came into George’s office, teeth brushed and ready for bed, and stood behind him for a few minutes with his arms around his shoulders, occasionally leaning down to kiss him and mumble I’ll be going to bed soon. Come with me?

George brushed him off, pretended he was busy working on something that really needed getting done. Dream sighed, kissed the top of his head one last time, and disappeared into the hall.

Then came the hard part. Waiting.

George ended up on TikTok, the best time waster there ever was, but even then found himself checking the time every ten minutes and groaning about how slow it was going. He didn’t want to risk going in too early, though, and he knew it took about an hour for Dream to really settle into sleep, so he managed to keep himself busy for exactly 55 minutes before he got up and got ready for bed.

Then finally, finally, he pushed open the door to Dream’s bedroom (their bedroom, really—George hardly ever slept in his own bed,) crept inside, and tucked the door shut carefully behind himself so as not to wake him. He blinked a few times, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, until he could see the outline of Dream, peacefully asleep in his bed.

This was what he was waiting for. What made it all worth it.

Dream was so soft when he slept. Rolled mostly onto his front, cheek squished against the pillow, his curls fluffy and wild, haloed around his head. His big hands limp against the mattress, reaching out into the space where George usually slept. His broad chest collapsed a little, shoulders rounded and pulled in. He looked small, somehow, despite being so much larger than George, and it made George’s heart melt, dripping sugary-sweet warmth through his whole body.

He climbed onto the bed, picked up the blankets and shuffled under. Dream’s arm was heavy, but he lifted it oh-so-carefully and laid it across his waist, pressing as close to Dream’s chest as he dared.

Their faces were inches apart. George reached up, drew a gentle line down over his wide nose, the skin soft, a little oily. Watched his eyelids twitch, moving those long, pale lashes so they batted against his cheeks. The line went down into his cupid’s bow, then over his lips. The top one thin, delicately shaped. The lower lip plump, pillow-like, and ghosted with soft breath from between his teeth.

Finally, his fingertip found the scruff of a beard coming in on his chin, and George pivoted, touched his whole hand to his cheek, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb gently into the skin. He still marveled at this face: it seemed a miracle that he’d been allowed to see it, much less hold it, sleeping and slack in his loving hands.

He knew he would have loved Dream no matter what he looked like—that he’d fallen too deep to retreat months, maybe even years before the reveal—but how lucky was he, that the love of his life was so undeniably adorable?

George giggled to himself, high on the warmth of his own affection, and pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Dream’s shoulders, tucking his face into his chest. One hand found his hair and stroked the baby-soft curls, arm squeezing Dream like a child might their beloved teddy bear.

That’s why he did this, why he loved the nights where Dream fell asleep first. Holding Dream like this, he felt a rush of child-like glee: a love so pure and bright in his chest, he could barely contain it.

(And that would be way too embarrassing to show Dream while he was awake.)

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justdsmp1 · 2 years

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⋆ 𝙄'𝙢 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙

Pairing(s): Georgenotfound x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About:Where a twister game and a blackout bring two people closer.

Word count: 1133

Masterlist

Here I was at Dreams house for a dream smp meet up,it's pouring down with rain.We were just going to chill and play games for the night then have a sleepover,like the little kids we were.I see the door already open and walk into the doorway and peak in

"Hello"I call out,I heard footsteps approach as I fully stood in the doorway,I see Dream with a big smile on his face,I wipe my shoes on the mat and meet him half way.

"Y/n so great to see you,well meet you irl"Dream says,pulling me into a tight hug,I hug him back almost as tightly as him and he leads me in.I see most people on the couches on their phones.

"What's up everyone,I'm here.Sorry i'm late"I wave,everyone looks up and smiles.Karl is first to greet me,hugging me tightly.

"Y/n it's great to see you again"Karl mumbles into my hair.

"Same here Karl"I tell him,pulling away,then have Sapnap greet me.After I had been greeted by everyone.A new person joined us coming from upstairs

"George!"I exclaim,running to tackle him into a hug,it takes him a minute to realise who it was but as soon as he knew he hugged back tighter

"Y/n/n,your here!"George exclaims,spinning me around.I smile brightly at him.

"Alright game time"Dream calls out as people came off the couch to see what Dream had pulled out.On the floor sat a twister mat,my worst enemy.Dream was spinning as George,Karl,Alex,Wilbur,Sapnap and me were playing.It was a big mat for a twister mat.

"Alright Y/n right foot Green"Dream told me,I put my hand on green.

"Should we tell her"Tommy giggled

"See if she can figure it out"Tubbo giggled back

"What so funny boys"I ask them,they start bursting out laughing

"Y/n your hand is on Yellow not Green"Dream tells me

"I'm colourblind you assholes"I tell them,everyone was shocked.

"George is colourblind too,what colours can you see?"Sapnap asks me

"Uh only Red"I tell them,

"Is that why most your merch is Red?"Wilbur asks

"Yeah,pretty much"I reply

"Now can you direct me to Green"I ask,they show me to a green spot and continue on.

After a while it's just George and I left

"Wow two colourblind people beat you guys"I tell them,there were shouts in protest.I look over at Dream who had an evil smirk on his face.He spins the next one

"George,right leg Blue"Dream tells him.George moves his leg over to Blue and realises the position there both in.Y/n on the botton,George on top.

"Clay you bitch"I curse at him,Dream just smirks.He knows how competitive George and I are,especially against each other.A clap of thunder and a strike of lightning hit and the power went out.I'm kinda glad it did as my cheeks are as red as.George finally gives up and stands up slowly,I feel a hand feel for mine and help me up,a strike of lightning lit up the room for a moment to see it's George who's helping me up.I stand up slowly and I zone back in.Candles and lanterns are being placed around it give the room some light.

We head back into the lounge room and sat on couch quietly conversing with each other while Clay finds out when the power is suppose to come on.I wasn't a big fan of blackouts,the thought of not being able to turn a light switch on in an emergency or something panicked me a bit.I can never sleep alone when it's like that.I'm conversing more with Wilbur talking about music and stuff since it is a thing we have in common,we both produce music to our twitch audience.

I feel the feeling of someone staring at me,I look across me and see George looking at me,we make eye contact and stare at each other for a moment then we both tune back into the conversations we were having.

Clay came back in "Hey guys the power isn't supposed to be back on until noon tomorrow since the storm is going to be lasting longer then they thought."Clay informs us

"What are we going to be doing for food,every fast food restaurant will be out"Sapnap asks

"Well I have bread and stuff or crackers or just plain junk food in their that's about it"Clay responds,we nod and Clay joins George and Karl's conversation.Were saving the charge on our phones just in case of emergencies or the power is out longer,as we find it not safe to leave tonight,it may be dangerous to drive through this storm.

We all group up together,its about 11pm,the teens are asleep already from the jetlag,everyone was slowly getting tired.We left them in the lounge room to sleep and walked into the other living space he has,it has a fireplace and books and stuff.I sat next to George on the lounge.Karl and Alex were the first ones out,Clay and Sapnap weren't far behind,Wilbur had gone back into the other room with the teen boys.

That leaves just George and I up.I shiver at the coldness,the fire went out 10 minutes ago.I look at the time from my phone,1:09am it read.I put my phone down and I see George take a breath in like he was going to say something

"Hey,you alright"George asks,concerned about her.

"Yeah just don't like sleeping alone through these blackouts and the time is going so slow"I speak

"I can understand that"George says,he looks deep in thought for a moment then slowly lays down.

"Here you can sleep beside me"George offers,patting the side next to him,I contemplate what to do.I slowly lay down next to him and feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside.His arm wraps around my middle and pulls me closer to him.I feel cozy and safe so I snuggle further into him and soon enough my eyes droop shut.

I feel a flash come over my face as my eyes open but realise it's dark.It must have been a lightning strike.I feel weight over my middle and turn my head to see George there,I blush red but turn onto my other side and snuggle into his chest as it is pretty cold and the heater won't be working any time soon.Might as well use the body heat while I got it.I then hear ruffling behind me then footsteps.I see Wilbur yawning in the doorway of the little living room.

"You fell hard didn't you"Wilbur asks me

"Yeah,I guess I did"I respond,I turn my head back to him and he's still snoring away.I snuggle back in and my eyes close again.This is perfect.I feel him stir after a while and slowly open my eyes to see him already awake.

"Morning"He says,in a morning voice.

"Morning Gogs"I reply,rubbing the sleep out of my eye.I try to get up but stopped.

"Noooo 5 more minutes"George whines.I roll my eyes at him and lay back down.He rubs his hand around my cheek and kisses me.I'm in shock but I kiss him back with the same energy.We slowly pull away

"Red is my new favourite colour"George mumbles

"Dork"I respond as I get pulled closer.

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