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modelbus · 1 year

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Hey idk if requests are open but if they are

Could you write CC. Georgenotfound x Malereader who travels all the world for vlogs and photos and in the background of George’s twitch stream and chat start spamming malereader name in the chat saying hi and asking if that him

A GEORGE REQUEST!!! Y’all are so creative with these, I love it! This is kinda third-person perspective of George, something a lil new.

Pairing: CC!Georgenotfound x Male!Reader

Friend Found

George spins his camera around, showing off where he’s streaming from. He’s tucked himself away in a corner of Orlando, a special spot Dream showed him. A hidden little park known only to locals. George thought it’d be the perfect place to do an outdoor stream, take advantage of the weather.

“Nobody knows where I am!” He jokes, taunting his chat.

There are a few people around but not many. A lady is somehow jogging in the heat, and a guy—you—walking around with a camera around his neck.

“Sapnap told me I was too pale even though Dream’s paler than me! And I said I’d do an outdoor stream.” He explains. “So wow! Look at the flowers! Life!”

The area has an abundance of greenery. Literal flowers and nature.

George checks chat on his phone, watching the messages roll in. A few people agree with him on his Dream remark, and a few are talking about the fact that he’s doing a stream from outside.

“Look, there’s a bird fountain and everything.”

Flipping his camera, he shows off the cracked fountain. There’s no water or birds in it, but it’s the thought that counts. He manages to also catch you in the background, making him wince. Hopefully you wouldn’t sue George for that or anything.

“I’m in a proper park. There’s a playscape somewhere around here!”

Should he go there? He didn’t want to risk spotting a fan but there wasn’t much to do here either. Eyes lingering on chat, he scans the messages.

As his phone refreshes a new influx of messages pops up on a new topic. They’re talking about you. Giving your name. Spamming it even. Just from his chat George can gather you’re some type of travel vlogger who’s pretty popular among his fans.

“That’s probably not whoever you’re talking about.” George tells chat in an attempt to turn them to something else.

It doesn’t. Instead, they’re advocating for him to talk to you. Ask you. Potentially embarrass himself and force him to never come back here. But chat’s in a riot for it and he’s desperate for something to do. What's there to lose?

Not like he goes outside much anyways.

“Excuse me?” George asks, making his way toward you. “You wouldn’t happen to be a travel vlogger that my fanbase may or may not be obsessed with?”

Great, now he sounds like an egotistical idiot. He mentally berates himself for it but doesn’t say anything.

You turn towards him, eyebrows raising. “You look… familiar. Sorry, what’s your name?”

George regrets everything. He should’ve just told chat no, left it.

“George.” Then, as an afterthought, “Not found.”

“Oh!” You exclaim. “Then yeah, I’m the travel vlogger your fanbase may or may not be obsessed with.”

You extend your hand for a handshake that he takes. Your hands are warm, warmer than his.

Thank God you seemed nice.

“My stream was begging for me to ask, sorry.” George sheepishly admits. He motions to the camera, subtly informing you you’re being streamed.

“I’m honored.” You joke. “You’re British, right? What are you doing in Orlando’s secret parks?”

“What are you?” He banters back. He lives here now, you… well. He doesn’t actually know but he can guess you don’t off whatever accent you have.

“Fair enough.” You laugh and George relaxes a little. “But I assume you need someone to show you the most entertaining places to amuse your stream?”

George could refuse. Say he has Dream. But the few seconds he’s known you have him interested, far more than he’d like to admit. Besides, he’s never even met a travel vlogger!

“Yeah. That'd be, uh, nice." Great. He's stumbling over words now. You definitely thought he was weird, right?

You smile at him though, and he smiles back. "What do you think about an abandoned shack?"

"If it has a connection, I'm in."

As his stream starts to take a turn, he realizes something.

He's just made a friend.

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: Where’s My Hoodie?

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re staying over at your friend George’s house when your hoodie seemingly goes missing.

TWs: a few swears, one mention of getting food

Masterlist

“I left to film something for Tommy, I should be back around 7pm.

Text if you need anything, George.”

“Seven?” You checked the time on your phone, “that’s a while from now, I wonder what they’re up to.” Crumbling up the note your friend had written, you threw it in the trash bin.

“Hmm, what should I do in the meantime?” You thought to yourself.

You checked your phone again, the lock screen read, “1:05pm”. With six hours to waste until George would return, you started wandering around the house. Eventually you made your way into the bathroom and decided to take a shower. Relaxing in the steamy water you got clean, even brushing your teeth in the shower to prolong the warmth.

Once you finally decided it was time, you stepped out of the shower. You dried yourself off before wrapping yourself in a towel to go try and find some clothes to wear.

After about five minutes of rummaging through your bag and the living room, you sat down on the couch, bewildered. “Where’s my hoodie…? I had it before I went to sleep last night. George didn’t move it, did he?” You asked yourself.

Deciding that your hoodie didn’t grow legs and walk away on its own, you thought it would be best to text George. After all, maybe he knew where your hoodie had gone?

“Hey George! I know you’re busy but I can’t seem to find my hoodie anywhere, do you happen to know where it is?” You read over the text a few times before hitting send.

A few minutes later your phone buzzed. You picked it up and unlocked it.

“Oh- George responded,” you said to yourself, “that was awfully quick.”

“Hey Y/n, I accidentally took your hoodie with me when I left this morning. Tommy’s been making fun of me for it the whole time we’ve been shooting LOL”

You smiled at the thought of Tommy making fun of George for wearing you hoodie before another text quickly popped up.

“You can just throw on one of my hoodies if it’s just a hoodie you want though”

“Alright, thanks!” You texted in response, tossing your phone on the couch and walking to George’s room.

George had many hoodies, most from his friend’s merch drops or his own. There were a few he definitely stole from you and a few you had given him as well. He would never admit it but he loved stealing your hoodies, even if just for you to have a reason to visit and take it back. When you were both younger, you would share clothes often. Whether you had spilled something on yourself or just ran out of clothes, George was always willing to offer you his wardrobe.

You chose to wear George’s Corpse hoodie, wearing a pair of black shorts to match it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, “damn, why do I look so good though-”

You laughed and made your way back to the couch, sitting down. You were scrolling through twitter for a while, looking at edits of George that had been made from his stream last night, laughing at how ridiculous he looked. You saw a gif someone made of him getting hit by a stuffed animal you had thrown at him. You were smiling until you saw the caption, “Y/n and George would be such a cute couple!” You quickly closed your phone, blushing and deciding to throw on a movie.

At some point during the movie your eyes started to take longer and longer to reopen after blinking. Eventually they just stopped opening and you fell asleep. It wasn’t common for you to just randomly fall asleep in the middle of the day but you had gotten very little sleep the night before.

Last night George decided that one in the morning would be a great time to start streaming, essentially keeping you up all night with his antics. Messing around with you the whole time.

You had a great time, even though you wouldn’t dare admit it. Most of the stream you were messing around with George. Throwing things at him while he was trying to play bedwars to throw off his rhythm. Chat knew you were there obviously. You told them that you wouldn’t go in front of the camera, but you’d still be there to talk and mess with George. Sure didn’t stop chat from asking for you however.

George got home around seven like the note said he would. He opened the door and walked quietly upstairs to the living room. Setting down his stuff and looking around. He furrowed his brows when he didn’t see you immediately. George stepped forwards to turn off the idle tv and jumped when he noticed you on the couch.

He smiled at you for a second before reaching down to softly shake you awake, “hey, sleepy, get up.”

“Hey,” you mumbled in response, wiping the sleep from your eyes before sitting up, “how did the recording go?”

“It went well,” George had a stupid smile on his face as he looked down at you. Seemingly infatuated by the mere sight of you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, staring confused back at the man.

“Sorry,” He started, breaking his gaze, “you just- you look great.” George chuckled, walking away from where you sat on the couch and into his kitchen.

“Oh,” you followed him, “thanks?”

“You should wear my clothes more often, you- you really do look amazing.” George spoke softly, putting on a pot of coffee.

“Maybe I should,” you added, causing you and George to blush at your remark.

George walked over and leaned towards you.

“Is he going to kiss me??” You thought to yourself before George finished his action as an awkward hug.

“Oh-” you thought, “Of course it was a hug. We’re just friends. Stupid.”

“I’m glad you could visit, I’ve missed hanging out with you.” George finished, pulling away the hug. “Do you want to go get some food or something?”

“Uh- sure?” You said awkwardly.

George turned to walk towards the door.

“Oh fuck it,” you thought to yourself before catching up to him and grabbing George’s arm, turning him around.

“What-” George’s question was interrupted by you swiftly placing a kiss on his soft lips, slowly pulling away after a second or so.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I thought-” George cut you off this time by resting his hand on your cheek and kissing you back.

You both pulled away, resting your foreheads together.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for Y/n, I’M sorry for not doing that years sooner.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and playfully shoving George away from you.

“You’re such an idiot.”

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cathers-world · 7 months

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Jshlatt is an everything guy

Ted is a thigh guy

Charlie is a thigh guy

George is a tits and ass guy

Quackity is a tits and thigh guy

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poraphia · 6 months

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"A Siren’s Tale."

Chapter 3 of "If you look at me, I'll listen to you."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 11.9.23 | 2215 words

➵ CONTAINING! reader is eavesdropping on siren, siren reminisces on past relationship with reader, brief use of she/her pronouns, george having pretty privilege lmao

➵ SAYING! here it is! the long awaited chapter 3. I’m literally in class right now writing this— I was just too excited. I hope everyone enjoys! and if you haven’t already, please read chapter 1 and chapter 2 just to get a better understanding of the story <3

My masterlist :)

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Siren.

A dangerous man, many would call him.

With the ability to make anyone abide to his commands with just the soothing sound of his voice, he was generally perceived as a menace to society.

I sat in my office, scanning through what notes I had gathered on the main three syndicate members. Papers scattered all over my corkboard with different colored pins. There were lined papers with ink smudges, printed out photos of the villains, and small sticky notes jotting down minor details. Zephyrus and Blade’s evaluations had been done already, each with their own interesting finds.

Most of my studying took place before, during, and after hero and villain encounters. I watched from afar, gathering how each member would interact with the other. I’ve noticed that Zephyrus would always look back to check on Blade and Siren, and whenever Blade looked like he was in any sort of distress (which was rare by all means), Zephyrus would immediately stop what he was doing in order to protect Blade.

Blade would bicker with Siren every once in a while, and would occasionally stop protecting Siren just to prove some sort of point, but he would never take it too far and prioritized the safety of Zephyrus and Siren. With his interactions with Siren, it made me wonder if they were related in some sort of way. Their duality couldn't be something strangers could just bond with one another. That goes for Zephyrus too. It was like his wings were assembled feather by feather in order to protect those boys.

I exhaled deeply out of my nose, thumping my forehead on the board. If anything, it felt like I was making up bullshit as I went, and it was driving me insane. I stepped away from the board and plopped down in my seat, rolling away from my computer desk and into the middle of the room.

I was growing restless and getting tired from watching at a distance. So badly I craved the feeling of just wanting to be in an isolated area with one of these villains. A one-on-one session wouldn't be so bad with the syndicate at this rate. I knew it was dangerous, and frankly I think HQ wouldn't be so fond of me interacting with a villain on a personal level like that, but boredom was seeping into my veins like a snake.

Knock knock.

I whip my head around, realizing it was George standing outside my door. His goggles were resting on his head and he was wearing his civilian clothes. I waved at him through the window, giving him the signal that he could come in. He twisted the knob before closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, slightly waving his hand. “just wanted to check up on your progress before I head home for the day.” He walked up to the corkboard, examining each little Polaroid and handwritten note with his hands in his pockets. I watched as his eyes darted to each spew of information.

Finally, he turned to me and pointed. “Haven't gotten to Siren yet, I presume.” he commented. I sighed, twirling a little in my chair.

“Yeah, this week I was gonna evaluate Siren.” I softly chuckled. Suddenly, a question that had been lingering in my mind arose. George and I were were similar in regards of power, but George was prioritized as a main hero. “Hey, George?” I asked.

“what's up?” He replied, tilting his head. I sat up in my chair, playing with my sleeves as I spoke.

“How did you end up fighting as a hero? I mean I heard you used to be in the detainment center too for a while, but now you're a regular fighter.” I asked. This question had been in my mind the moment I learned about his powers. To be completely honest, comparing me and him together, my powers would serve to be more useful in battle. Shouldn't he be the one in the detainment center rather than me?

“To be completely honest, (y/n), I just had connections.” he answered blankly. I tilted my head, a little confused. He continued to explain as he returned his gaze to my board.

“I didn't have to prove myself. I didn't have to go on this wild mission just to show that I wouldn't use this dangerous power for bad. All I did was be friends with Clay.” He shrugged. “I don't know if he coerced the council or they just noticed that I hung out with the heroes a lot, but one day they just.. Transferred me into the team with the occasional detainment center gig.”

I sat there with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of bewilderment. “How long did it take you to transfer..?” I quietly asked.

“Oh, like about three months I guess.” he answered nonchalantly.

Three.. Huh..?

Roughly I've been working my ass off for five months straight, and every time I request that I take up any type of hero mission, just as simple as to patrol, I either get denied or get no response, and he’s telling me that it's as easy as just being friends with Clay..?

I smiled and looked at George. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” he nodded before waving his hand.

“Yeah, I'll catch you later, (y/n).” and with that, he left my office.

I couldn't help but sit there and sulk. Who would've known that my goal was much easier to achieve as long as I was buddy buddy with hero of the century? It felt all unfair.

I looked at my corkboard again. My information suddenly felt so.. Useless. I barely learned a thing. How would the information I'm learning now contribute anything spectacular on the battle field?

My eyes then wandered to Siren.

A man of notorious power.

A man I haven’t evaluated yet.

And a man who I was going to see tonight.

I left the office at around 9 o'clock, which was usually when villains and vigilantes started to wander the streets. I thought it was best to be on the streets as a civilian. Despite me not being a battlefield hero, it was still important not to draw any attention. I was still a hero, which meant regardless, I was a potential target. I sauntered the streets of South Bay. It had been a while since I was in this area, at least in civilian form. There were some times I was here dressed as a hero, but it was because I was doing research on the Syndicate. Other than that, I never really found a purpose being in here.

That, and the fact that I didn’t want to see Wil anytime soon.

I clutched my bag close to me, wandering through the empty streets. Rats were scurrying in alleyways and litter was scattered alongside the pavement. There was a light breeze enough to send chills amongst my skin. Only the flickers of the streetlights could be heard buzzing above me.

“Fuck, what am I getting myself into..” I muttered quietly to myself. I rubbed my shoulders, attempting to warm myself up. There was no sign of Siren, or any villain showing up for that matter. Sighing, I looked at the building across the street. Maybe a rooftop would be a good view? I was reaching for simply anything. Any sort of danger, excitement, something more than just that plain gray interrogation room and the constant buzzing of the ceiling lights. Sighing, I began walking across the street to find the fire escape of a building.

After what felt like millions of flights of stairs, I was finally at the top. My legs ached and my breath was unsteady. I felt like collapsing onto the cold concrete and falling asleep forever. When I looked up, I noticed that one of the double doors were open ajar with a stopper. Curious, I peaked through the cracks to see if anyone else was on this rooftop with me.

Lo and behold,

There he stood.

Siren leaned against the concrete barrier as he stared at the night sky. His flop of brown hair swooshed with the quiet winds along with the end tails of his coat. It took enough will power to not continue to gawk at the sight.

I needed a way to see him up close.

I covered one eye and projected a hallucination with the other. There, I summed a tiny cat wandering around the rooftop. It's small paws weren't enough to provoke him, meaning that I had to make noise hallucinations as well.

A tiny meow squeaked from the small creature, finally grabbing the attention of the villain. Siren turned his head only to be met face to face with the creature.

“Aw.. Hey there little buddy..” he cooed. He then fully turned around, letting me catch a glimpse of his appearance.

His coat hugged his curves perfectly, and he was masked with a navy blue blindfold. I couldn't make out his complexion that well under the moonlight. The cat sat a few feet away from him, tempting him to move closer. Siren looked around to check his surroundings before walking over and crouching to the cat’s level.

Holy shit.

Siren was right in front of me.

“You're so cute!” he exclaimed in awe. I watched as his hand steadily approached the feline as I manifested the feeling of fur against his touch. He carefully caressed it as I leaned closer against the ajar door to get a better look at the man.

“You know.. I don't know why but something about you reminds me of her.” Siren noted. I retreated a little from the door. Should I be listening to this? This seems a little personal. Siren chuckled. “I don't know. There's a feeling to you, little guy, that reminds me of when I was teen.” he moved his hand so that is was now under the cats chin. Siren sighed, admiring the cat. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at it.

“I.. I miss them.” He finally uttered. “She was my beautiful lily when we were kids.” He softly chuckled. I made the cat cuddle up to him more, earning more of his trust. Without realizing, I was holding my breath, straining my ears just to hear another word from him. “That makes me sound old, doesn't it?” I directed the cat to meow in response. The adrenaline was sparking through my body from such a high risk position, but this has been the most information I've ever gotten from a villain, all in five minutes! I leaned in more to listen.

“I remember back when we were kids we would always go to each other's houses after school. They would help me with work and then I would make lunch for us together.” he smiled. “I-I didn't even know how to cook! I would have to ask my dad the night before just to learn a simple recipe. Then my brother would complain we were making too much noise..”

What..? But that sounds so..

Siren lifted his head up, staring into the midnight sky. His smile slowly started to fade as an expression of regret only rested upon his lips. “I messed up..” he muttered. “I really did.. And I.. I wonder if they're okay. Last time I saw them was at that Cafe weeks back. Maybe I could ask Tom if he's seen them..”

Oh..

Oh, fuck.

I frantically blinked and lost my concentration to keep the cat hallucination. The cat had disappeared from his grasp, but thankfully, Siren was still looking up at the sky. Without sparing a second, I raced down the stairs, frantic to leave the area as quickly as I could. I started skipping steps and near tumbling as I descended down each flight. It wasn't until I burst through the doors and ran down the street I finally felt safe.

My chest burned along with my face. The cold air stung my cheeks and my legs wobbled with each step, but I was finally far enough to be considered safe. My feet slammed against the grainy, empty road as my lungs desperately searched for air.

Fuck,

I had almost gotten caught.

I ran my fingers through my messy, tangled hair as I attempted to regain my composure. Once my vision steadied, I began looking around. I looked to my left, seeing a familiar set of buildings close together. The distinct streetlight standing on the edge of the sidewalk and the few couple of trees planted in their designated area.

This familiar area could only mean one thing.

I slowly turned to my right, only to be met with the big logo of a big cloud and cursive letters, with a coffee doodle shining in LED.

Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe.

And there was Tommy at the counter.

“(y/n)?”

I whipped my head around, eyes widening even more.

“Wilbur..?”

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a / n ~ adding a cliffhanger after already not posting in so long smhh but its definitely gave me more motivation to keep working on this fic. maybe ill post it on ao3? idkk. likes, reblogs, and replies are super superrr appreciated! :D

tagging ~ @joviepog @heartofwritiing @themonsterunderurmom @listenheresweaty

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justanormalfangirlx2 · 1 year

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Masterlist

Wilbur Soot:

Cuddling Wilbur Soot

Wilbur x GN! Reader

Types of Kisses

Extremely Punctual

Pictures of Your Relationship

Dadbur

Sing a Little Song for Me

Brown Eyes

Tommyinnit:

Cuddling Tommy

Pictures of Your Relationship

Types of Kisses

OMG WE’RE (NOT) DATING!

Dreamwastaken:

Cuddling Dream

Dreamwastaken x Reader

Quackity:

Cuddling Quackity

Pet Names

Georgenotfound:

Cuddling Georgenotfound

Sapnap:

photos of your relationship

My Beloved Anons:

🧶

Requests are open! Send ideas my way and I shall get to you! Thank you for reading these!

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smol-cherry · 1 year

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Quick reminder for writers to check people's boundaries before writing about them

I've seen a lot of people blatantly crossing boundaries and not caring/not knowing,,

(Ahem, looking at you smut writers, a few of you have been crossing boundaries repeatedly lately)

So yknow, just try to be respectful and do the bare minimum

(@smp-boundaries is a good source ^^)

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core4writes · 10 months

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𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮//georgenotfound

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀：𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌：𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍，𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗏

𝐚/𝐧: i felt like an emotional baby today so here is this. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌. (BTW ENDING IS RUSHED BC I HAVE 0 MOTIVATION)

🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚🜚

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, You may kiss the bride." A tear swells up in my eyes as i watch him pity kiss the bride, even though it was a pity kiss it still hurt me to know the man i loved is up there with my best friend, paige. kissing her....marrying her. "are you still staying for the reception y/n? i heard there is cocktails." a woman said sitting beside me who happens to be y/n's friend, taylor.

"why did i even come here?" y/n says as my eyes are glued to the married couple walking down the aisle. "for paige remember." i take a second to remember to even come to this shit show in the first place, how did i even get hear, why did i let the man i loved slip away, was it my fault?

*flashback four years ago*

"oh come on y/n, just go with us it will be fun." my friend taylor try's to convince me, it's 12:30 a.m, were are sitting at my dorm room, i have to turn this assignment in by 7:00 a.m and they expect me to go to a stupid frat party with them. "listen y/n there are a lot cool people so you dont have to worry about being loser and not fitting in." Paige says with a smile "plus you got us so...well really you have taylor since im going to be making out with jacob." Paige says excitedly knowing that if she gets with jacob then she can go to all the cool party's.

"fine, i guess one party will not hurt me." taylor and Paige fulled with excitement, it all happened in a blur we were driving in a car, we were at the party, we were drinking, and now i'm alone at this party. im sitting on the ugly smelling couch as i watch frat boys play beer pong, and people making out and socialize. i would look for taylor and Paige but im to drunk to even stand, I fiddle with the red solo cup in my hand.

a boy, a pretty boy stands in front of me. "hello, my name is y/n." slurring my words, "hello, i'm george." he pops right down next to me and smiles lightly, he has two drinks in his hand. "you look pretty lonely over here, so i got to a drink." he handed me a drink that i immediately chugged.

"are you british?" i say drunkenly as i lean on george taking in his cologne, "yes i am-" i cut him off "holy cow, a British frat boy ." he laughs at my drunk state, "holy cow." he mocks. "im not a frat boy, just a boy who happens to get drag to these party's by my friends." i gasp "the same thing happened to me, my friends wanted me to come and i lost them i dont know where they are." as I was about to continue to rant I felt a uncomfortable pit in my stomach.

"is everything alright love?" as much as i loved that i didnt have time to blush, i needed to throw up. i stood up and george stood up right after me holding onto my lower back, i started wobbling out the house with george chasing after me. i got out the house just to end up, throwing up in the bushes of the front yard. george seen and ran up to me.

he held my back and with the other hand he patted my back, "its alright, let it all out." his hands soothed my back as i puke, when i done i get up and dust my knees off. "hey lets get you some where private where you can clean off." george said. it all happened in a blur again he took me to his car, he opened his dorm bedroom, he let me take a shower, he let me wear his clothes, he even had to put on the clothes for me and he let me sleep in his bed all drunk.

The next morning, I wake up to feel a hand around my waist and someones head breathing in the croak off my neck. i shot up, looking over to see a random dark hair boy. he looked familiar, but i cant figure out who he is.

i take a good look at him for awhile till he bats his eyes open, "good morning." he sits up in bed right next to me "good morning," i say back. "did we do anything last night." referencing that we're in the same bed together.

he laughed "no...do you remember anything from last night." he gets up out of bed, he is shirtless. "uh, i wish i could." he pulls a blue t-shirt over his head "well my name is george." he put his hand out for me to shake it.

and a few months later we dated.

than broke up

*present*

me and taylor go to the reception, we are both wear light pink tinted short dresses. it matches the theme of pink rose petals, the party was good but there was something bothering me. not just the fact that my best friend is marrying my ex, but he was staring at me the whole time. as george and his bride cut the wedding cake he was looking at me, when they danced he was looking at me, when they kissed he was looking at me.

i felt bad and under pressured, the way he just had all his attention on me made me feel bad for Paige. i took one last sip of my cocktail and walked out the reception, I would be damned if I let him ruin my mood. i walk down the hallways walking towards the exit, i had to get in my car and get out of there. as i am about to reach the exit i hear my name.

"y/n.."

i turn to see george standing 5 inches away from me, "yes?" i didnt want to see him, this is his wedding day not mine. he comes closer to me and closer. our faces were inches apart now, and he traced my lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he’d drawn them into being. His lips were warm and soft. i broke the kiss, i had a gut feeling that shit was about to go wrong.

"im sorry george but i cant do this right now." i sigh.

"𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." george said.

a/n: yeah im too lazy to finish lol.

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theshippingqueens-blog · 3 months

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Winner of the poll

This so was stupid Taking this stupid in love with your best friend quiz was so stupid even with your best friend sitting next to you with 20,000 viewers watching. "okay George I'll take it on here you'll take it on your phone then we'll show the results when we're both done." Dream said from beside me I nodded not wanting to answer. I didn't need some quizzes to tell me how I felt about my dream I already knew how I felt. My feelings for dreams have been something I've always had yet never told anyone about I hid them away in fear of rejection. I mindlessly put in answers to the quiz not wanting to lie per se but I didn't want to show my results to 20,000 fans and possibly the whole Dreamnotfound community. The idea of it breaking the internet did sound funny but I wasn't gonna let it happen. I glanced up at Dream who looked about halfway done with the quiz and seemed to be unfazed by the fact that he was gonna be showing his results live. I finished the quiz seeing it said I was in love with my best friend I didn't already know that but looked it up anyway. "Done?" dream asked looking at me with small strawberry blond curls poking out from under his cat ear Bennie. "uh yeah," I said feeling my cheeks warm at the way he was looking at me. He always had this fond look on his face whenever he was around me and it just made my heart melt. "Should I go first? or should you?" I asked glancing down at my phone. "I'll go first this was my idea anyway." Dream said pulling up his quiz results. My heart rate seemed to speed up. "You're a little bit in love with your best friend you love them but not fully if it keeps up you'll be in love with them." He read as my heart sank a tiny bit. He's not in love with me and I'm a fool for leaving he would love me like I loved him. "your turn Georgie." he said giving me a small smile. All of a sudden I didn't feel like sharing my results the fact that I might be teased and rejected haunted me. "Can we not? I don't want to show stream." I mumbled. I knew this wasn't a good idea and the fact that dreams results were something I didn't want to see just broke my heart. He looked at me a small hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, guys were gonna end things here george isnt feeling well byeee."He said before hitting the end stream button. "Hey Georgie are you okay? You seem upset about something." He said turning my chair to face him our knees together. I kept my gaze down at my phone. "I'm fine dream just…tired," I muttered. "Hey look at me what's going on? You're acting strange." He said his tone soft. He's only ever used that tone around me. I looked up into his golden eyes. "Dream…I-" I couldn't say it this was too risky. I handed him my phone and the results of the quiz pulled up. "I've always felt like this..i never told you because i thought you wouldnt like me anymore." I muttered. He chuckled. "Georgie you know i lied right? I've always loved you i never meant it as a joke or anything like that. I'm in love with you too george." he said cupping my cheek. I smiled softly. "I love you too dream now and forever.'' I said before leaning in and kisssing him. Im prod to say im in love with my bestfriend. The end Hi cupid here this is the one shot from the winner of the poll. I honestly had so much fun writing this and it was really nice just to write some pure fluff for this ship. Have a nice day!

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awooga-llama · 2 years

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Imagine being roommates with George. Him being absolutely chaotic during the early morning hours because his sleep schedule is so fu*ked up.

You were sleeping peacefully dreaming of mystical lands people have only heard about in fairy tales. Everything was perfect until a horrid sound only to be compared to the world's most annoying toy, an otamatone. The red blurred numbers on the alarm clock read 4:30 am. You dragged yourself out of bed following the noise to George's makeshift office downstairs by the kitchen. The brunette was lounging on the couch with a microphone in hand connected to the tv's Bluetooth speakers. A half empty bottle of booze sat on the side table near him. George babbled incoherently into the mic, his phone in his other hand. You stood at the bottom of the stairs just tiredly watching him go wild until you had enough.

"George, what in the holy name of hera are you doing?" You put your hands on your hips as your roomate turned towards you acting extra giddy.

"Oh goody! Tommy guess who just got up," he lowers his voice and puts a hand up like a wall against his mouth, "its (Y/N)." He made a face and you could hear Tommy groan through the phone. George broke into laughter and then spontaneously threw his phone at you. You fumbled but eventually had it in your possession. Tommy told you that he just wanted to sleep so you both said goodnight to one another. Now what were you supposed to do with your drunk roommate?

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kyrxnviper · 2 years

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should i start writing smut for sapnap...

ANSWER PLSSS

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sylvianotfound · 9 months

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Number one supporter

(this has been in the drafts forever so I jst decided to post it warning its goofy asf)

Y/n rolled her eyes at the sound of her brother screaming at a video game. Her brother is Dream, and Minecraft YouTuber and Twitch streamer. As she tied her hair up into a high ponytail she wondered what it would be like if her brother's fans knew about her.

There was a knock on her door.

“You almost ready to go?” Her other brother’s best friend Sapnap asked as she tied pre-wrap around her hairline. He was a year older than her, him being 21 her 20.

“Almost, is Clay coming to my game?” She questioned as she grabbed her water bottle and soccer back pack.

“Yea, He’ll be bout 10 minutes late though,” He answered and she nodded. “Meet you in the car,” He said smiling, and left her room.

Minutes later Y/n walked out her bedroom door and walked down stairs. She looked out the window to see Sapnp already in the car like he said he would be. She exited the house and walked to Sapnaps car. She tried to open it. Its locked.

And she tried again. Still locked. Y/n tried tapping the window of Sapnaps tesla in hopes of getting his attention. He didn’t even spare her a glance. ‘This bit-’

“Unlock the door asshole,” She said knowing he knew she was there. He turned his head and it looked like he said “What is the magic word” but Y/n couldn’t tell.

“Please?” She asked. He unlocked the door and she climbed into the passenger seat. “Thank you!” Y/n continued.

“Yep,” He replied. Y/n was going to her third soccer game of the spring season. She plays for her college soccer team, has a full ride scholarship and everything. D-1 soccer is hard well just D-1 everything is hard, and stressful. But right now all she felt was nervous. Or as her best friend called it “before game butterflies” (pretty sure she’s the only person who calls it that) she pulled at her nails as she worried about the game. Her team was very good, but she knew that they weren’t going to win every game.

And her coach wasn’t the nicest when they lost. Not that she abused them or something, but her coach was a sweet, but competitive woman. When her daughter quit soccer she freaked out but kept chill supporting her daughter. Y/n loves her coach but she's just scary sometimes.

“Dude I can practically hear your thoughts, you’ll win I believe in you,” Sapnap interrupted her thoughts looking into his rearview mirror where she was unfortunately looking, as he saw her blush when they made eye contact.

“Thanks Sap, but I don’t know we’re playing against a good team,” Y/n replied, still pulling at her finger nails. He put his hand on her thigh and kept the other on the steering wheel.

“Yeah maybe but you're a great defender, you’ve proven that several times, I swear on my mother you’ll do great!” He said giggling at his ‘joke’. I looked at the rearview mirror and placed my hand on his. He immediately glanced up, looked in the rearview mirror, and blushed.

“We’re here,” I said as we pulled up to the field. I opened the car door, and right as I was about to close it he started talking.

“You’ll do great, I know that for a fact! Remember I'm your biggest supporter,” I smiled at him and closed the door, him driving off to find a parking space, leaving me blushing.

~~~~

He was right, after an intense game we had one 3-1. I was very proud of my team, and it seemed like my coach was too. I talked to my teammates in the locker room and smiled as they all played around.

“Ooo Y/n someone is here for you!” A girl named Leila said.

“If it's that guy that comes to all the games Y/n go outside we’ll wait for you here,” Coach spoke loudly. I blushed and nodded. Doing my best to escape the locker room fast.

“Hey,” A voice I immediately recongised as Sapnaps said.

“HI!” I replied.

“Sorry Dream couldn’t make it he said it was something about George,” He said his brown chocolatey eyes looking into my emerald green.

“It’s cool! I’m just glad you came,’ I replied blushing. I sighed I’m way to obvious at this point I should just tell him.

“Y/n I really like yo-” I cut him off by pushing my lips on to his. He kissed back. Four seconds later I pulled way.

“Sorry that was uncalled for I should’ve ask-” This time he cut me off by kissing me. I kissed back. Two seconds later he pulled away.

“I’m in love with you, I have been since the moment I met you, It’s okay if you don’t like me back but lowkey I’m doubting that because we just kissed twice,” He rambled. I smiled as he talked. When he quieted down I knew I had to say something.

“I’m in love with you aswell,” I replied giggling. I kissed him on the cheek. “Will you be my boyfriend?” I asked.

“Yes! 100% yes,” Sapnap answered a huge grin on his face.

“Aw, but like what,” I looked behind Sapnap to see my older brother, Dream as some call him standing there, with a mixed look of confusion and happiness.

“Uhm..” I said as we all just kinda stared at each other.

“Sapnap I swear to god if you hurt her i’ll hurt you 10x worse,” Clay violently whispered to Sapnap. “And same goes to you Y/n if you even think about hurting hi-”

“Bro trust, I wouldn’t hurt her and she wouldn’t hurt me, I’m her number one supporter let's be real,” Sapnap cut him off rolling his eyes. Y/n smiled.

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THE FUCKING END.

(This one shot is actually ass but at least I tried??)

not proof-read sorry for any mistakes

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idiosinkrasies · 1 year

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the shade of your smile is my favorite color || 1301 words

There are only so many words that I can use and reuse before I start to sound repetitive and redundant but all of them have truth and all of them have meaning. Each little word I think— every single sentence I make and craft in my head or out loud that praises him is true. I can’t hide the truth behind faux insults and mocking. Because the fact of the matter is that I’m truly, irrevocably, and immensely in love with my best friend. And I can say for certain that he feels the same or; A glimpse into life with Dream and George

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fic #dreamnotfound fic #dnf fanfic #oneshot #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #idio.writing #this was the culmination of wanting to write poetry #and dnf brainrot #hope you like it

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: It’s a Surprise!!

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: “I have to be dreaming…” “oh, shut up…” “You actually made breakfast for once?”

TWs: Food

Author’s Note: Prompt is from @novelbear go check her out!!

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“I have to be dreaming…” You muttered as you slowly walked out of your bedroom to see your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Oh shut up Y/n.” He responded, rolling his eyes as he plated some of the food he was cooking.

“You actually made breakfast for once? What’s the occasion?” You pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, staring in awe at George.

“You know there doesn’t have to be an occasion for me to cook you breakfast, maybe I just did it because I love you.”

“Mhm I’m sure, what’s the occasion?” You repeated.

George brought a plate over to where you sat at the table and set it down in front of you.

“I’ve got a little surprise for today.” George revealed bringing his own plate to the table and joining you.

“There it is,” you laughed, “what’s the surprise?”

“Do you not know how surprises work Y/n?? I can’t TELL you!”

“Fair enough.”

You finished your breakfast together and George told you the plans he had for the day.

“First we’re going to go to the mall for a few hours and then we’re going to go eat at…” he rambled on for a bit, excited to explain his plans, “and finally we’ll come back here and watch (your favorite movie) together.”

“Aww that sounds cute.”

…

After getting home from your long day you stumbled back into your shared apartment and set your many bags down on the floor.

George walked straight to the kitchen, pulled something out of his pocket and set it down. A little box laid on the table where you ate breakfast earlier.

Intrigued, you walked towards him, “I don’t remember buying that, what is it?” You asked.

George walked in front of you, grabbing the small box and getting down on one knee.

“George-“ you started, clasping your hands over your mouth.

“Y/n,” George smiled as he popped the box open. “We’ve been together for so long now, I can’t imagine a life where I wake up and you’re not lying there next to me. There is no person I’d rather love than you, so please, let me love you for the rest of my life and marry me.”

You smiled brightly as you looked down at George, “Of course I will, yes!”

George stood up and slid the ring on your finger, grabbing your face and kissing you.

“Who knows you were going to propose today??” You asked.

“Well, about that...” George chuckled as he walked over to the guest bedroom and opened the door abruptly, causing Wilbur, Jack, Niki, and a few other friends to stumble out.

“AYYY Y/N SAID YES!!” Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed, hopping around your apartment and almost knocking George over when they bumped into him.

“It was quite dark in there, you know?” Jack joked.

“Would’ve been really awkward if you’d said no.” Wilbur mentioned, laughing to you as he walked over to congratulate George.

“Congratulations!!” Niki exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“How long have you guys been in there??”

“AGES. I could feel my bones growing old!” Tommy slouched over.

“Tommy quit being dramatic, it was five minutes at most.” Wilbur reassured you, as he leaned in for a quick congratulatory hug.

The small group all hung around for a bit to talk before leaving you and George sitting on the couch, alone again.

“Today was lovely, that was so unexpected,” you added. “You did a great job.”

“Thank you my love,” George placed a soft kiss on your lips, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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punzomeu · 1 year

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100 days - a dnf minific.

dream is about to hear the hundredth voice message that george left recorded before leaving – or – george recorded small reminders, his last words, and finally, his goodbye to dream.

warnings:

— this is my first threadfic ever, sorry if i'm doing smth wrong and all the gramatic errors.

— tw: depression, may contain suicid3 mentions.

100 days.

100 days ago, george left and dream had never felt so alone in his entire life until that moment. it was the hardest three months and ten days to tolerate, everything around him seemed to freeze. could 100 days seem like an eternity?

for dream, it was the most painful eternity he had ever faced. there was no one else by his side to wipe away his tears or hug him when he had a nightmare, no one to cover him with kisses and say the most cheesy and charming things in the world.

george left and took half of dream with him, it was too much pain to tolerate. dream couldn't understand or just didn't want to anymore, the world was cruel and life had no rational explanation. nothing else mattered, nothing else made sense to him.

they knew that 100 days would be nothing compared to a lifetime they would have together, but if there was any way to ease even a little of each other's pain, they would still do it without hesitation.

before leaving, george left recorded messages in dream's voice mail. he knew this wouldn't be easy and it would hurt him more than anyone else. isn't knowing you're going to leave deeply tragic? especially when you love someone so much that you don't want to leave them.

this messages were more like a reminder to dream. a reminder of all the things they had lived together, each moment was deeply etched in his heart, in his bones and in his mind. dream's body would never forget the warmth of george's or the feeling it had when hugging george.

dream wondered: if there really is a god in this world, what law did he disobey to receive such punishment? or rather, what had george done? loved someone to the point that his body hurts? did he choose to be a devotee of his love instead of being a devotee of heaven?

his refuge has been shattered and nothing is left. and now the thread that held him was about to snap, it was the day to hear the last recording left for him. he didn't have the courage to press that button, he didn't have the courage to say goodbye or let him go for good.

dream still remembered when he met him, when they first spoke; of their first kiss; from their first date; from their first fight. in his mind his voice was still clear as the sun, he still heard it, still remembered the smile, the look...

people say that when you meet your soulmate you will be able to know right away, dream didn't believe much in beliefs but he couldn't explain what he felt when he saw george for the first time. nor could he explain what he felt when he saw george for the last time. he would switch places, face any consequences to see him well. but george would never allow that, they both cared immensely for each other.

for george there was no suffering, his pain was to see dream suffering for himself, he felt guilty for making him cry and now he couldn't stop dream's tears from falling as before.

dream had been staring non-stop for an hour at the answering machine in front of him. in the last few months, every day he heard a new message and it gave him strength on his worst days. what would happen from now on? holding tightly to the chain around his neck with george's ring and looking at the ring in his own hand, he didn't know how but pressed play and closed his eyes hoping to hear the voice that never ceased to be so familiar.

'hi, dream.

what time is it? how is the weather? i hope it's sunny, you still hate rainy days, don't you? during these 100 days i tried to say all the things i wanted you to hear for all my life, but in the end all i wanted was to be able to make you smile. i believed that forever really did exist and that i would achieve it. i'm sorry i can't keep all the promises i made to you, i'm sorry to put you through this.

i know you think i suffered for everything that happened, but with you by my side, how could i not be able to tolerate any suffering? with you by my side, there's nothing in this world i can't handle. and you were there, you held my hand and brought me the greatest peace.

dream, i've spent my whole life looking for someone like you. every moment with you was like having actually lived an eternity, an eternal life full of love and happiness. all the moments i spent with you were my infinite ones and i will certainly never be able to forget even a second of everything we lived together. i never knew the meaning of love, but i think i started to understand when i saw your smile for the first time.

after meeting you i just wanted to spend every minute by your side, your smile gave me the courage to face heaven and earth together. i would wait 800 years for you if i had to, fight the gods and die in battle for you. it's you and it will always be you. we achieved what many don't even dream is possible, having loved and been loved by you was more than enough for me. so i want you to know that you made me the happiest person in this world and i wanted nothing more than you.

don't give up on your dreams, keep living your life and be happy. i never stopped and i will never stop looking at you, i unconditionally love every detail of you, every curve of your body was and always will be immensely admired by me.

this is not a goodbye letter nor a goodbye, because no matter how many lives i live in all of them i will only love you. and no matter the time, i will always wait for you. you told me our hearts were linked forever, didn't you?

don't worry, i'll find you again. but in this life, i just wish that your days remain happy and you to be for everyone what it always was for me, hope. you were my miracle and the luck i had to live by your side is like nothing in this world.

dream…i loved you since the first time my eyes met yours, i fell in love with you every day and that love will be engraved in my soul.

just don't forget… okay?

with love, george.'

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