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sappynapper · 2 years

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If they made you cry x cc!dwt + gnf (separately)

hurt/comfort hcs on how they would react to accidentally making you cry

cws: yelling, making fun of insecurities, crying

Dream:

Listen, we all know he’s a sweetheart and a softie really

that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got a temper sometimes, especially when he’s stressed and pissed off about some twitter bullshit with fake screenshots that he has to address again

you can tell he’s getting worked up, which never ends well, so you try telling him to just get offline, to stop replying to the tweets, and do something else for a bit, take his mind off it all and calm down

but he’s angry and frustrated so he snaps, practically snarling at you

“god just stop that! you should be fucking supporting me in this not telling me to ignore it”

you know he’s not angry at you he’s just upset

it still startles you though, a lot

he almost never raises his voice at you like that, and him being such a big guy, when he does shout it’s loud and intimidating

plus the accusation of not supporting him hits just a bit too close to home

he specifically told you that he doesn’t want you stepping into the crossfire by getting involved in all the online discourse

but that doesn’t stop you feeling guilty for not being able to defend him. for not being able to really help

and before you know it your eyes have filled with tears and you’re trying to hold back sniffles so Dream won’t notice

he does of course though

bc he’s distracted it takes him a few seconds to realise what’s happening

but when he does his heart drops

and he is terrified, brain immediately going into ‘omg i’m a horrible person, i’ve ruined everything and they’re gonna leave me for yelling at them oh fuck’ mode

everything else is immediately forgotten as his head floods with panic bc to him, making you cry?? unforgivable. if anyone else made you cry he’d want to kill them but this is his fault and he doesn’t know what to do. he just has to make it better

“oh, y/n, i’m so sorry, i-“

he steps towards you, wanting to pull you into his arms and apologise with hugs and kisses but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you right now and you’ve curled in on yourself with your arms wrapped across your chest

you tell him “it’s fine! it’s fine!”, and start apologising for crying when you were trying to comfort him, feeing silly, but he stops you

“is it ok if i touch you, baby?”

you give a little nod and he envelops you immediately, pulling your head into his chest and rubbing a hand up and down your back, comforting himself as much as you

he’s so relieved when you melt into him. that you’re not angry

he starts rambling mumbled apologies and reassurances into your hair between kisses

“i’m so so sorry angel. i should never have yelled. i didn’t mean to snap at you i’m just stressed but it’s no excuse. you do so much for me. always make me feel better. please forgive me”

you just nod, nuzzling further into his sweatshirt and gripping at it for comfort, just relieved he’s not angry anymore

he holds you tightly, shaken by his own mistake

anxiety-fuelled visions of you walking out the door and never coming back flashing behind his eyelids as he screws them shut

“hey” you squeeze his arm, familiar with his spirals, “i’m here. everything’s fine, i promise”

he nods, more grateful for you than ever. what could he possibly have done to deserve you in his life?

he spends days afterwards doing little things to make it up to you, even though you’ve said it’s fine a million times

your favourite takeout for dinner, his treat ofc. all the chores taken care of before you can even think of them. that thing you’d been eyeing on etsy? in your hands by the following evening.

but like i said, to dream, making you cry is basically a cardinal sin so it’s a while before he stops feeling guilty about it

George:

he’s lowkey a meanie. we know this thanks to alyssa

he wasn’t trying to make you cry, he was just teasing, needling you about some small thing that he had no clue was actually a big insecurity of yours

you tried not to let it affect you, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling and avoiding George’s gaze

but eventually all the little jabs build up and a couple of tears slip down your face before you can stop them

George pauses for a second, then

“are you crying??”

“no. no” you hurry to wipe the tears away, embarrassed, turning your face away more

“you are, you’re crying”

he moves around you to see your face better and that’s when you crack a little

“just leave it, George, god”

oh. he kind of blanks as he realises how actually upset you are

“y/n?..”

“stop. just stop. i don’t want to hear anymore. i get it ok?” you tell him, tearily, hurrying to your shared bedroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving George alone to realise that his light teasing had not in fact been that at all

he’s genuinely so shocked. he didn’t think he could make you cry?? like surely you know he thinks you’re literally perfect and that he could never actually mean any of the dumb jokes he makes??? right????

that’s what he plans to tell you a little later when he’s given you some time and recovered from the surprise himself. taking a deep breath before entering your bedroom

he opens the door carefully, even knocking slightly on the frame

“y/n? can i come in?”

he looks around for you, eventually spotting a you-shaped lump under the blanket on the bed

he sighs and shuts the door behind him, despite your lack of response, crossing the room and perching tentatively on the edge of the bed

hesitantly, he reaches out to you and places a hand on your blanket covered shoulder

you don’t say anything but you also don’t immediately shove him away so that’s good, George thinks

“y/n? i- i’m really sorry,” he starts, speaking softly, feeling shame burning in his throat, “i was honestly just joking around but it.. it was a bad joke, it wasn’t funny”

he pauses, trying to gauge any reaction from you but getting none

his hand runs absently up and down your arm over the covers as he thinks about his next words

“i.. hope you know that i don’t actually think any of that stuff about you. i think you’re wonderful and beautiful and the best thing in my life” tears are welling in his own eyes now but he takes a deep breath and keeps it together

you shuffle slightly under the blanket

“i had no idea what i was saying would upset you or i would never have said it and i… i’m just sorry. i’m really sorry”

that’s when you finally poke your head out to look at him

your hair is slightly mussed and your eyes are pink and puffy from crying, face shiny with tears

it breaks George’s heart. like he actually feels a twinge of pain in his chest knowing he’s the reason you look like that

“ok” you say in a small voice, “i’m just overreacting anyway-“

“no!” George reaches towards you but he doesn’t know what to do with his hands

you pull an arm out of the blanket and hold his hand, he squeezes it tightly

“you’re not overreacting. i- i was a dick and i’m so so sorry i made you cry” he does actually get choked up at this point and your eyes widen

you sit up quickly, blanket falling to your lap as you grab George in a hug

he pulls you even closer, hands gripping at your sweatshirt, neither of you sure who’s comforting who anymore

“it’s ok!” you exclaim, “please don’t cry, George. i promise i’m just being, like, emotional”

you laugh at yourself and it sounds like angel song to George

you pull away to look at him

“thank you for saying all that. it- well, i feel better”

“i love you.” he murmurs, “don’t let things i say make you upset. i’m an idiot”

“i love you too,” you reply, “my idiot” you add, teasingly

George grins sheepishly, then tackles you to the bed, covering your face in kisses as you shriek with laughter

and George knows he only ever wants to make you happy for as long as you’ll let him

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #angst to fluff #hurt comfort #dream fluff #dream drabble #dream blurb #mcyt hcs #this is the oldest draft i have let’s goooo

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ador3him · 1 year

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hi!!! i was wondering if you could please do hcs for quackity with a s/o who’s like 5’7????? sorry i can never find fics for tall ppl 💀

pairing: quackity x tallgn!reader

warnings: cuteness overload and swearing

requested: yes by anon!!

word count: hc

a/n: i agree there is literally no fics for tall ppl, i apologise for my part of that!! im short so i write short ppl out of instinct !! i will try and make my fics more inclusive :)) ALSO SOREY THIS IS SO SHORT I DIDNR KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BSHDJDJD

- when he met you it was love at first sight.

- your height was his favourite thing about you!

- he wouldnt care about yall being around the same height, he loved it.

- but if someone comments on you being tall? oh god all hell would break lose.

"whatd you just say to them? hm? yeah thats what i thought, pussy,"

- YOU GIVING HIM FOREHEAD KISSES >>>>>>

"hey mi amor? can you grab the cup from the top shelf?"

- SHARING PANTS AND STUFF BC THE LENGTH IS PERFECT (idk if thats how it works but whatever)

-laying on your legs>>>

-hed so sit on your lap dont tell me otherwise

-kissing eachother would be so easy bc no one needs to bend down or anything, its perfect

-when yall would hug his head would go in the crook of your neck eeeee

- overall he would just love you anf wouldnt define you by your height you would define him by his though/j

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aikoionic · 2 years

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Dreamy Girl

MASTERLIST

⌇pairing - quackity x reader

⌇summary - Alex, a junior actor, is smitten by [name], a famous actress, but her life isn’t how he made it out to be. With a husband that refuses to reveal the relationship to the public, [name] befriends Alex, but when an ‘accident’ occurs, Alex seeks revenge. (Based on Om Shanti Om)

⌇warnings - angst, character death, fluff as well dw <3

⌇ status - incomplete

⌇ taglist - [open] ask to be added :)

⌇authors note - I love this movie so much, also this is my first fic so sorry if anything is cringy or bad 🤭

prologue

more to be added..

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julibeeline · 2 years

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sry got hw 📱📞 [quackity text fic]

[cc!quackity x cc!reader x cc!gnf]

warnings: angst

read part 2

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #quackity #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity angst #text fic #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound imagine

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skelatonzz · 2 years

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welcome

Welcome to my page!!!

I'm new to writing so I'm sorry in advance

Will write about:

smut

headcanons

blurbs

oneshots

multiple part stories

fluff

angst

alot of things mostly!

Won't write about:

incest

pedophilia

stepcest

family related things unless it's fluff

rape

other things like that!

PEOPLE I WILL WRITE ABOUT::

SMUT:

sapnap

dream

punz

karl

gnf

whoever is comfortable with it!

FLUFF:

tommy

dream

sapnap

ranboo (x male reader only!!!)

punz

gnf

wilbur

whoever is comfortable with it!

anons:

none.

about me:)

about my profile

MASTERLIST

#mcyt smut #dsmp #dsmp smut #dream smut #gnf #gnf smut #georgenotfound #dream #georgenotfound smut #sapnap #sapnap smut #punz #punz smut #masterlist #blog

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ghostwasfound · 3 years

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The One That Got Away

*has a bunch of requests i could do* *proceeds to write this instead*

pairings: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: non used

genre: ansgt. just pure angst. im sad

summary: maybe in another lifetime it could've worked out

warnings: this is sad :( argument, breakup, slight dissociation also a pretty heated make out scene, mention of su*cide

Summer after high school when we first met

The sounds of cheering filled the air. You had finally graduated high school! You had worked so hard to make sure you got into the college you wanted and all your work was paying off with a high GPA.

"y/n"

Turning around, your eyes meet a pair that you recognized. It was a brunette boy from your biology and English class. You always found him very nice looking, and from what you had seen and heard he was a really good person and the few times you did speak to him he lived up to that.

"hey! George, right?"

He nodded his head and a small smile graced his face

"yeah that's me! I just came to congratulate you"

Small talk filled the empty space between the two of you until he finally built up the courage to ask

"do you wanna go get lunch together sometime? or breakfast if that works better- or we could always do dinner but that's probably not as good or if you want-"

"I would love to"

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

They say you only find one true love in your life. You finally found yours. You and George had been together for a year now and you couldn't imagine it any different.

Now in the back of his beaten down car, you moved in a heated passion filled with pure love. Lips locked together, tongues memorizing every inch of each others mouths, gentle hands caressing your face, and the soft noises that occasionally slipped past your lips.

He pulled away only slightly to mumble soft "I love you"'s against your lips and you smiled against him. As you pulled away to look into his eyes, a suffocating warmth fills your heart. His head dipped into the crevise of your neck, gently kissing the skin before leaving soft purple marks against your collarbone.

And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos

Two years. It had been two years that you spent together.

"George I'm scared"

His soft hands reached for yours, sqeezing gently.

"its okay I'm right here. It doesn't hurt I promise"

You had decided to let George get his tattoo first, purely because of how scared you were, but after seeing the excitement in his eyes you took a deep breath and smiled.

A sun and a moon. A small sun was now tattooed onto George's wrist, and a moon on yours. He truly was your sun.

The moon needs the sun to shine.

But the sun is fine without the moon.

If only you had realized sooner.

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof Talk about our future like we had a clue

"Hurry george!"

As hard as you tried to sound serious, you couldnt help but giggle as he attempted to climb onto the roof. Finally reaching the top, you handed him the stolen bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke. Reaching his hands down he helped you climb up next to him, the both of youre cheeks hurt from the giddy smiles on your faces, elated from the stupidity of the situation, but also from the pure love of being with each other.

Finally sitting next to the boy, you got to look out at the horizon. Beautiful shades of pinks and oranges filled the sky, as if an artist had come and painted it, knowing exactly how to make it look perfect. and so it was.

It was perfect.

Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Hot tears streamed down your flushed cheeks

"I cant spend every day with you y/n!"

"George its been a week and you've barely said a word to me!"

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. But it hurt, and as soon as you tried to tell him how you felt, all of his walls came up. Seeing him this defensive was so different. It was terrifying...

"I have a life outside of you why cant you realize that!"

"All I want is for you to at least try include me! Since you started streaming its like I'm nothing anymore! Why cant you just fit me into your life..."

Your voice faded into a whisper

"i just want to know i mean something to you still"

In another life I would be your girl We'd keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life

I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away

"we're forever right George?"

"forever"

Though you were both drunk out of your minds, you sat across from your lover, hands on the sides of his face which was filled with nothing but adoration.

"I promise"

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash Never one without the other, we made a pact

Dancing around the kitchen to old Johnny cash songs, George's eyes filled to the brim with fondness for the person dancing around, begging him to join. So he did. And so you spent god knows how long dancing and laughing to the songs that filled the room.

Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on

"okay you can open them"

your eyelids softly fluttered open, to see your lover standing nervously with a record in his hand. A Johnny cash record. He knew you had an old record player that your mother had gifted you when you were in your high school years. A tenderness pulled at your heart as you smashed your lips into his.

now those records sit in the corner of you room, haunting you with the memories that plagued your mind every night.

Someone said you had your tattoo removed

you tried everything to get rid of the thought of him, but it was like you could never escape it.

"hey y/n right?"

"yeah?"

A stranger stood in front of you. A look of pity on the young women's face. You seemed to be getting a lot of those.

"you uh... you're George ex right"

It felt like a stab through the heart. It felt like maybe it wasn't true, but now hearing someone say it straight to your face. It hurt. You knew it would but perhaps that just made it worse.

"y-yeah I am"

"oh... I work at the tattoo parlor down the road"

The one you and George got your tattoos at.

"well I saw him come in today to get the tattoo removed... I'm so sorry..."

Oh.

He really had moved on, huh.

Little did you know, George spent long nights staring at the tattoo on his wrist.

It felt like it was mocking him.

He just wanted to be able to forget you.

That's what was best, right.

And so he got rid of anything that had any memories of you attached. He even got new sheets because if he focused enough he could still smell your perfume. Or perhaps that was just his mind holding on to the sweet smell, fooling him into a false sense of you still laying next to him, sharing soft kisses and sweet whispers.

Saw you downtown singing the blues It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

A familiar voice chimed through the air. Turning around, you blocked out the sounds of your friends and your eyes caught onto the man who you had been trying so hard to move on from. He was singing a soft melody, a soft smile on his face.

He looked...

Happy.

All this money can't buy me a time machine, no Can't replace you with a million rings, no

You were left with nothing. Even if you had more money than you ever had, even if your friends bought you supposed "early birthday" presents, that you knew were purely bought out of pity, nothing filled the emptiness that plagued you. It hollowed you out and and drained all of your energy. It taunted you and you saw his face in every stranger, heard his voice in every song.

Some days you would wake up smiling, your mind tricking you into thinking he was right there next to you. His skin against yours, his voice whispering sweet nothing into your ears.

I should've told you what you meant to me 'Cause now I pay the price

"I cant do this"

Those four words. They ripped your chest open and pushed all the air out of your lungs.

"okay"

That's all you could say. No other words could form on your tongue. You wanted to scream and yell and tell him how much you love him. How much you need him. But you couldn't.

"goodbye y/n"

His voice drenched with pain, but still he gave you a soft smile. That stupid. stupid. smile.

As soon as he stepped outside, you fell to your knee's, not caring about the bruises that would most definitely form later. Why couldn't you run outside and beg him too stay.

Outside the front door, George fell apart. Why did he have to do this. He still loved you but he was scared. He was so scared. He did this to stop you from hurting but all he did was hurt you more. The look of agony framing your perfect face tormented him and still does to this day.

In another life I would be your girl We'd keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away

In the end, no matter how the stars aligned this lifetime just wasn't made for you to be together. So you killed yourself in the most beautiful way possible. You fell in love with someone you couldn't be with. In the end even if you were meant to be, you weren't meant to last.

But you will look for him in every universe, every night sky, in every flower field, cause its always been him and always will be.

AUTHORS NOTE: lmaoooo im really sad rn so my brain said "write angst" and i said "yes" so know this ugly mess exists haha

Any comments, follows, likes and reblogs are appreciated

I love you all <3 drink water, eat food and take your meds.

#george x reader #georgenotfound x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dream x reader #angst #gnf x reader #gnf angst #gnf x reader angst #x reader

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lvyu · 3 years

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welcome to wonderland

. . ♡ ･ﾟgeorgenotfound x reader

⎯ ୧ wc. 1.1k

notes: for @/basilly and @/losingvienna’s joint milestone event– congrats to both, you deserve it! (also this is dream smp george, not irl!) i went for a mix of fluffy sweetness and tragedy for this :]

happy reading!

“welcome to wonderland, we’ve got it all...”

oh, how he adored waking up to you everyday.

it hadn’t been long, only a few months, but he loved it every time. before, when the sun would come through the windows, he hated it. the morning light and singing birds only an annoyance.

he was grateful for them now, grateful for you.

george pushed himself closer to you, leaning his head against your shoulder as his arm wrapped around your sleeping figure. you had an awful tendency to stay up late and sleep until late morning, almost always resulting in george waking up earlier than you. he didn’t mind though.

if something provided him more affection from you, he wouldn’t really mind, though he’d never admit it.

he sighed and closed his eyes, tightening his hold for a second before drifting away, back to sleep.

but, before he knew it he was being shaken and his name was being called to wake him up.

“george! please, wake up, it’s sooo late.” truthfully, it was only one in the afternoon, but if he was allowed to sleep any longer it’d suddenly be six in the evening.

he groaned in response and pulled the covers over his head, resuming his snoring from earlier.

you sat back down at the end of the bed, poking his feet. he wasn’t that ticklish on his feet, but if you did it long enough he was bound to get annoyed and do something. you mumbled ‘oh george’ as you poked away, waiting for his reaction.

after a few moments he gave in, opening his eyes slightly, “tired.”

“tired my ass, after like six minutes you’ll be fine.” you pulled the piles of blankets off him and laid across his side. “gonna get sap to come and annoy you with me.”

he brought up a hand to your head and pet it before sitting up, shoving you away in the process. you let out a quiet cheer and grabbed his hand, leading him outside to walk.

“...holding your hand under sapphire skies,

let's go exploring or we could just go for a walk,”

if he was counting right, today was friday, and fridays were fun days.

often you two didn’t do much. laying around your comfy cottage was plenty, but on fridays, per your suggestion, it was tradition to do something a little special. you had taken up responsibility for planning these events, saying it was your way of giving back to him for everything he’d done.

normally he would argue and feel guilty, but when he saw you happily planning out some wacky idea, mumbling ‘this is so good’ and small praises, it seemed better to allow you to have this to yourself.

“what’s on the to-do list for today?” he asked.

you stopped and turned to face him, releasing your hold on his hands. “glad you asked,” you moved to his face, pushing his glasses up and covering his eyes with your hands. he closed his eyes too, knowing this routine all too well. “open ‘em back up in a few seconds, ‘kay?”

he nodded.

although blinded, he could still hear the sounds passing by him, the stage being set. and within a few seconds he’d get to open his eyes and see whatever you prepared for today and you’d go back to bed.

“george!” he felt the warmth of your hands leave. “you can open them, love.”

his previous blank expression quickly turned into one of awe, so clearly completely and utterly in love. it wasn’t big, no more than a quiet secluded spot in the forest with a blanket and some pillows.

you laughed at his sudden change and grabbed his hand again. “what? didn’t expect this?”

before he could respond, you pulled him onto the blanket and sat down. he happily complied and sat too, grabbing a few pillows for his back. once he got settled, you were quick to shift to george’s side and latch onto him, closing your eyes.

through the circle surrounded by the trees, he could see the sun was already setting, though it was no surprise to him. the warm sun in the evening was always your favorite, you said it helped you sleep better. and if your closed eyes and steady breathing were anything to go by, it seemed like you were sleeping peacefully.

it had been less than minutes and you already managed to fall asleep.

he turned on his side, moving your arm with him too. now facing you, he carefully placed your arm on the soft material and scooted ever so closer to you.

you looked beautiful, he noted, even with your face squished against your arm and looking silly.

a quiet moment passes and he also notes that looking at your sleeping figure makes him sleepy too, eyes starting to droop, but refusing to fully close them.

“oh, wonderland i love...”

george dislikes his lack of affection, verbal or physical, despite you reassuring him countless times that you know it’s just not his thing. always adding on that doing simple and thoughtful things were more ‘george-y’ and how that was okay too.

his hand makes it way towards yours, intertwining your fingers together.

a simple ‘i love you’ or prolonged hug goes a long way and george knows that, he knows that. and he makes sure to provide and care for you in the same way you do him.

he tightens his grip before loosening it just as quick, sleep starting to consume him.

and yet, when he goes to tell you that he loves you with his entire being, that he’d like to spend his entire life with you, it’s like he forgets everything. how to speak and even what words are, all knowledge flies out the window and regret and guilt fills him soon after.

“...if this was a dream, then at least i’ve got

memories for when morning comes.”

slowly, his eyes open again and the dread starts to set in once again as it always does. the warmth of the sun quickly replaced by cold and the bright, yet dull moonlight. soft, coziness of the blanket and pillows gone, nothing but wet grass left.

but the trees remain, a small taunt at how his fantasy could’ve become a reality.

“oh, wonderland i love...”

george dislikes his lack of affection, verbal or physical, real or in his dreams. and despite your constant affection and reassurance, he dislikes it with every fiber of his being.

and he dislikes how even in his dreams he can still feel you, still see and touch you though you’re gone, yet still unable to say a simple ‘i love you’ as you hold him close while he leaves.

but perhaps,

this is his own mind’s cruel way of telling him he should’ve done better.

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ador3him · 1 year

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guys george is 26!!!!!!

and i have nvr written for him???? WHAAAAT anways

HAPPY GEORGE DAY!!!!

#mcyt fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #mcyt angst #mcyt imagine #dsmp x gn reader #mcyt fic #mcyt x reader #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #gnf fluff #gnf x y/n #gnf x reader #gnf #gnf mcyt #georgebur

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emptycoffinnail · 2 years

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GEORGENOTFOUND X READER

Context: In a perfect world where cc! DreamTeam and reader live together. Quackity, Karl, Punz and others don’t live too far away. GeorgeNotFound x content creator!reader ~ angst mostly. Slight fluff. Friends to lovers?

Honestly inspired by the show Euphoria. My first DSMP fic/imagine. Feed back appreciated.!!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of depression, anxiety and substance abuse

Please do not read if you are not comfortable with these topics. You are never alone. Please reach out to anyone, myself included. There are resources to help.

~~~~~~Reader POV~~~~~~

Being a streamer has been really draining lately. There’s not been too many new games to play. The same old ones have not been too fun to play as I’ve spent the past few years playing them ,but being with friends and chat is always worth it.

Today I streamed for about 5 hours before tapping out. My brain got tired and slow. Maybe all I need is to rest?

Resting on my bed, with the door open, I have the urge to want to simultaneously curl into a ball under my sheets and feel like I wanna jump out the window.

Laying here, I play some background noise. I’m not even sure what it is. It just something to stop me from being alone with my thoughts. Anytime I let myself think more than five minutes my anxiety spikes. I guess why I like streaming there’s always someone there. At all time, anywhere. But even now that feels like too much.

I think the boys are busy. I’m not sure. The longer I lay here the less motivation I feel.

Now I’m not as big as the DreamTeam . I really only became part of the group way later than everyone else. Meeting Dream and the connections I’ve made have been something I would never have imagined. But the moment we clicked online, I knew we were something special. Not too long after that everyone was moving towards each-other, I joined in too. I get loads of hate for seemingly clinging onto the boys clout,but no one would understand that I would kill for these guys. They are my family now and that’s something the internet can’t take away from me.

Now from the viewer point of view. It can really seem like I’m the odd one out. That I don’t deserve this opportunity and I’m not as talented as thousands of others online. And trust me, I understand that. In times like these more than ever. I just feel really low.

Turning my head to my side, looking at my night stand. There is someone or thing that has always been great during times like these. Their name is OXI. Now I don’t think I have a drug problem. It’s just that often times where I’m feeling low, these friends have really lifted me. Yeah I’ve got it under control. More importantly its very low key and I’m 80% sure no one knows. I say because I’m sure Dream and Sap don’t but one very observant Gogy………walks into my room right after I slip two pills into my mouth.

“Hey, how’s it going” smooth British motherfucker.

I try to close my night side table smoothly but quick enough that he doesn’t see exactly what it is.

“Hey gogs, um just ended stream and got a headache so just took some Tylenol”

I’m trying my best to act normal but as the pills start to work, and the numbness begins I can’t help but to overthink that he will know. But he won’t. Please don’t.

“Yeah I was watching a bit actually. Great stream from what I saw.” He scratches the back of his neck, making eye contact with my night side table then me.

I smile slightly, sitting up in my bed now.

“You got any plans to stream?”

The pills feel great now. Exactly the way I need to be. Except the overwhelming guilt and fear and paranoia and everything else…

“Not exactly, I never really plan to…like have plan, ya know”

A small smile takes my face now, I’m ready to lay down, listen to music and maybe just maybe…

“You alright?“ George asks.

I blink back into it. I guess I spaced out for too long.

“No yeah no. Of course, sorry was just thinking about something. I….Um…yeah sorry”

“Don’t apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong have you?”

“Yeah your right, any plans for right now gogs?”

I smile as I lay back down. Heavy eyes,slow my blink down, comfort taking over me. He smiles slightly back.

“No plans. Might get some food. Are you hungry?” He pulls out his phone. I assume to pull up Ubereats or something.

“I can eat.”

The overwhelming urge to need more comfort comes suddenly. I need someone.

“Gogy?” I ask. Extending my hand from my bed towards him standing in the doorway.

“Yess” He extends the s, still looking down at his phone.

“Can you come lay with me just for a minute?”

I feel like I can cry, like the numbness is taking over, the thinking won’t stop. I asked one question but I feel like I’m pleading him. He looks up and puts his phone on my table. I guess he sees the desperation in my eyes because George is not a physical person. He doesn’t like to cuddle, or even hug longer than necessary, but I think he knows.

“Um I’m not really…I guess just for a little bit”

“Thank you” I say very quietly. Almost embarrassed.

He shuffles slowly towards me. I move over in the bed making room for him to lay directly on my left. I’m staring at the ceiling, glancing at him trying to get comfortable on my bed. We’ve never really cuddled unless you count those times Sapnap just smushes all of us together on the couch as “roommate bonding time”. But I think he knows that I need him right now. We move in a way that feels really nice for me. George is so small usually I would consider him the small spoon, but I choose this time to lay my head on his chest and almost wrap my arm around him.

“This is nice. Thanks.”

I say with a frown. I really feel like I can cry right now. Like if I let one tear out, the dam will definitely burst. I feel like he tilts his head down to try to catch a glimpse at my face. I just bury my face into his chest. He rests his chin on my head. He sighs.

“Can you stay just a bit? Till I fall asleep?” I ask quietly.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You know, I’m always here for you. You know that right?”

I take a deep breath, curl slightly more into a ball.

“Yeah. I know” I pull away for a second. Lifting my head to look at him, I try to give him the best smile I can right now.

He looks concerned, but he’s good at covering it. He looks into my eyes, when his hands move close to my face. I don’t even notice I started crying when he wipes a tear away. It scares me to be honest. I lay my head down once more.

“You know. If you have any troubles. We can help you. Not just Dream or Sapnap, but with whatever you’re struggling with. I can help with the best of my ability, no judgement.”

If I wasn’t crying already. I would’ve cried now. I just wanna say that I’m okay. To fall asleep and wake up tomorrow with another start to the day.

I nod instead. He takes a deep breath.

“And I just….um it’s just that I really care about you. A lot. Okay?”

I lift my head again, to look at him in the face. He looks deep into my eyes. No doubt he sees how high I am. How much pain is there. I just wanna explain but I’m tired. I just wanna say anything but it won’t come out. Instead I just, lean forward and kiss him.

It’s a light kiss. More than a peck but not anything too deep. Like I’m testing him. I’m sure he’s surprised. I want to leave room for him to totally reject this.

I don’t get that. He rests his hand on my cheek. He’s kissing me back. I pull away first, opening my eyes slowly. He speaks first.

“Did you mean that or was it…?” He’s hinting towards the pills.

My voice breaks. “I meant it. Fuck I’m sorry. I should’ve..I meant to ask.. or say something.” I feel embarrassed now. I put my face in my hand.

“No I’ve been meaning to do that to. It’s just that. We’ve -the guys and I -have known you’ve been struggling and we don’t wanna pry too much.”

I peek up from my hand. Kind of amazed.

“Oh I didn’t know you guys really saw that. Or that you wanted to kiss me too. Sorry. “ I would’ve been more responsive if it hadn’t have been for the pills.

“Don’t apologize. We care about you. I admit, I’ve noticed first but we just want you to be okay and comfortable with us.” He says softly. Testing my reaction.

“I trust you guys more than I trust myself.” A small chuckle leaves my mouth.

“Once you sleep this off. Maybe we can discuss it?“ He hesitated to ask.

“Yeah I think we have quite bit to discuss.”

I’m not sure if I mean it 100%, but I definitely wanna start the conversation about my struggles, about kissing him, and about being better. I snuggle back into his chest and he kisses the top of my head. Unspoken words said, but for one time in a long time. I feel okay as I drift to sleep.

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01. dance battles | dancer!gnf x dancer!reader - jive

pairing: dancer!gnf x dancer!reader (implied female reader, they/them pronouns used)

summary: you and george are thrown into a whirlwind rehearsal process that, quite simply put, is unbearable. the working relationship between you is so strained that it begins to affect your performance. will you be able to pull it together before saturday’s competition? (important a/n at the bottom)

song: robbery by lime cordial (song i had in mind when choreographing the jive, but didn’t include it in the story, song is up to interpretation :D)

word count: 5.9k

cw: swearing, brief mention of abuse

series masterlist - previous chapter - next chapter (coming soon)

during your first break, you shot tina a text saying “won’t be at lunch, meet u at end of day, i’ll explain over dinner <3″ your eyes shifted over to george, who was typing vigorously on his phone. no doubt complaining to his friends that he was stuck dancing with his worst enemy, that is if he even had any friends. you figured it was highly unlikely considering he was rather unlikeable.

you thought back to the first time you met him. when you first joined the company, he was already a well versed dancer. he was quiet, mostly kept to himself, but when any of the new dancers would try to ask him a question, or even just talk to him, he would scoff and roll his eyes. he quickly gained a reputation amongst the younger dancers as someone you wouldn’t particularly want to talk to unless you absolutely had to.

it had always irked you how he always got his way. you’d be blind to say that the boy couldn’t dance, but it was because of this fact he could get away with murder. showing up to rehearsals late, being rude to the other dancers, changing the choreography to better suit him. yet he would get away with all of it because he was the company’s best male dancer.

you, however, had to work double time to get into the position that you’re in now. being one of the weaker dancers walking into the studio proved to be a challenge, but pushing yourself the extra mile started to have its payoff when you noticed that instructors started shifting their attention from the prima ballerinas to little old you.

all anyone could ever talk about was how you had snuck up on the competition. how the teachers all now loved you, and how you and george were almost at the same level.

well that just about tipped george over the edge. after those rumours started circulating, all that he could help but do was assure everyone else that he was clearly the better dancer, and that you could never compare to him. he didn’t even know you and here he was shitting on you to the entire company. and thus started the beginning of a lengthy rivalry.

it didn’t help that the choreographers would constantly pit the two of you against each other. from subtle comments to full on auditions that just the two of you were called back for, the competition between the two of you could only thrive. snide comments were made and dirty looks were cast...come to think of it, you couldn’t recall a time where the two of you had actually conversed properly. for as long as you can remember it was venomous rows over who was the better dancer. but now you were a dance couple. someone you had always seen as a source of rivalry was your teammate. your partner.

for the first hour and forty-five minutes of training, your new choreographer, ari, had been warming you up and doing across-the-floors to assess your skills. so far so good, as there was little room for george to throw any jibes your way. for the most part to two of you kept to yourselves; it was the next six hours of rehearsal that you were scared for.

you weren’t one to use your phone on break, so after putting your phone back in your bag, you crossed to the centre of the room to do some extra stretches in areas that felt tense before this rehearsal kicked your ass. where you were accustomed to the softness and delicacy of contemporary and lyrical dance, you had a feeling that ari and pierce had agreed on a more energetic dance for this week.

“ok,” ari projected, clapping their hands together to gain you and george’s attention, “for this weeks competition we’re going to be doing the jive-”

‘oh goodie,’ you thought to yourself. george had now put his phone away and was meandering to the middle of the floor, sitting in line with you but a good ten feet away. a healthy ‘fuck you’ distance if you will.

“-and so the concept for this dance is that y/n is the person in the club that stole george’s heart, and he’s trying to get them to go out with him but they keep running away.”

you felt the tips of your ears turn red, which slowly flooded to your cheeks. you heard george sigh gently beside you, a sigh that definitely meant that he was somehow already sick of your shit.

so not only would the two of you have to be dancing with one another, but have to pretend to be romantically interested in the other. wonderful.

ari played the song for you both. in terms of typical jive music, the beat was a little slower with more staccato emphasis and opportunity for complex moves, ari explained. they spent time with both you and george detailing the choreo before putting you two in hold. the moves were relatively simple, but it was a lot of time spent holding george’s hand, much to your dismay.

“right, can we try from the top of the music?” the two of you nod tentatively. this was bound to be a shitshow.

the music echoed through the studio, and you strut to center stage to take your place, meeting george halfway. reluctantly taking his hand that was now outreached, you straightened your left leg to kick the right one back into a ball change before george pulled you towards him, swapping his hands so he could spin you as you chasséd out of hold. after a double spin under yourself, you extended your arms into an “L” shape, stepping wide and letting your left leg drag to meet the right.

you dove into a set of kicks and flicks that ari had taught you. in the mirror, you could see that you and george were almost perfectly in sync, perhaps george was getting more height on his kicks, but it wasn’t half bad for you considering that he was a professional latin dancer and you had barely started.

at the conclusion of the chorus, you did a double pas de bourrée while slightly turning yourself inward to face george, who you promptly slammed in to, completely throwing yourself off balance. before you could register what was happening and save yourself, you were toppling over yourself and slammed to the floor with a loud thud.

the music stopped abruptly before ari joking yelled “what happened!” you gently nursed your now throbbing elbow, sitting up expecting a helping hand from george. instead he was about fifteen feet away from you, frustratedly running a hand through his hair.

“so towards the end of the solo sequences, y/n just got a little too close to george before going back into hold, so make sure not to travel too much during the pas de bourrées. let’s go again!”

george sighed exasperatedly, still not having said a word to you. this was going to be a long day.

“he’s so frustrating tina!” the two of you were sat in tina’s living room over a first aid kit and an abundance of lo mein. while tina was devouring her noodles, you carefully placed hello kitty plasters over your, namely the cuts on your shins from where george had ‘accidentally’ kicked you. “he didn’t apologize nor did he even acknowledge the fact that he kicked me! i swear he did it on purpose...”

“he bibn’ aporhohize?” she asked between a mouthful of veggies, which you roughly translated to “he didn’t apologize?”

“no!” you exclaimed, “he didn’t say anything to me at all, it was so awkward all rehearsal long.”

“well did you talk to him during the rehearsal?”

“...no.” you admitted sheepishly.

she sighed. “well maybe he felt awkward too. he’s kind of...shy-” shy is one word for it- “so maybe you should try and talk to him tomorrow. just like, say hi or ask him something about the dance, you know? try and diffuse the tension.” she suggested.

“yeah...yeah you’re right.” you admitted.

and so the next day, you went into rehearsal with a goal. or perhaps a death wish. you were going to strike a conversation with george davidson.

you made sure to arrive at the studio ten minutes before eight o’clock. that gave you at least fifteen minutes to secure your bearings before george strolled on in five minutes late as per usual.

so you can imagine your shock when you waltz into the studio and george is already warming up in the middle of the room. “good morning.” you choked out panickedly. george’s head swung and he looked at you as if you had spoken a foreign language. you gave him a half smile before sheepishly throwing your dance bag on one of the hooks by the door.

your plan was to stretch in the middle of the room, as george was doing now, before running through the dance once or twice before george arrived. despite his unexpected presence, you weren’t going to let george deter you from your original plan.

“what are you doing?” he questioned venomously as you gently plopped yourself next to him on the floor.

“stretching,” you replied as nicely as you could muster, “is that an issue?”

“...no.” he muttered. the two of you stretched side by side, following the motions of the stretches from group rehearsals and gradually synchronizing your movements. you both finished at the same time, and fell into an unbearable silence for a couple of minutes.

you didn’t really want to practice the dance with george here, but it was five past eight, and no sign of ari. it felt unprofessional of you to not use your time in the studio wisely. before you could overthink it, you pushed yourself off the floor and set yourself upstage left. just marking the movements, you strut down to center stage, before ball changing into a spinning chasse, pretending to take george’s hand and-

“are you not going to ask me to practice with you?” george’s voice startled you. for once it was genuine sounding, not mean or malicious or anything of the sort. it was sort of raspy, but velvety sounding nonetheless.

“uh, i didn’t think you liked me, or would want to practice with me. that’s just the impression i got.”

“i don’t like you-” his bluntness took you aback- “but what i do like is winning. so forgive me for wanting to practice to give us the best shot at getting first place.”

you were silent, but he assumed his position. he tapped his foot four times...5, 6, 7, 8. you strut towards him before you could give it too much thought, taking his hand and launching into the combo. something about dancing in complete silence almost made the experience more intense, but this intensity pressured you to do better. in the absence of ari and the lack of music to hide behind, you felt the overwhelming need to impress george, a feeling you thought you’d never experience.

you were conscious that you had never fully nailed the pas de bourrées back into hold. taking what ari had reiterated last time, you minimized your steps, and miraculously you found yourself in a position where you could grab george’s hand and he could spin you beneath his arm. you swear you saw a look of shock, maybe even something along the lines of pride, flicker across his face, but he contorted it back to a face of concentration. you launched into a series of twirls and ball changes that you had vaguely practiced with ari but not in time with the music.

george spun you back to face him, and you both froze, standing closer than you both anticipated. that was the extent of the combination that you knew, and a vacant look crossed george’s features. you felt his hot breath fan across your face gently, over and over again.

“oh. my. god.” the two of you snapped your head towards the door. george dropped your hand; you hadn’t realized your hands were still interconnected. “i don’t know what just happened, but that was a thousand times better than whatever the fuck was going on yesterday,” ari declared, “in fact, i’m changing the choreo based on that little moment you two had just there. you two have impeccable chemistry.”

george’s cheeks flushed tomato red. you were sure your face was probably a similar color given the rush of heat that flooded to your cheeks, but you simply attributed it to the workout you engaged in seconds before.

the rest of the runs you went through that day couldn’t compare to the moments you and george shared that morning, but the beginning of the dance was now entirely blocked. however, what was supposed to be a romantic start to the routine felt awkward and stiff.

rehearsal for monday technically didn’t start until two o’clock, but your schedule worked out that you finished your college classes at twelve. you decided to head into the studio at one o’clock, giving you an hour to warm up and practice the dance without sensing george was judging your each and every move.

tina decided to join you last minute, sitting against the mirror and eating the rest of your lunch that you couldn’t stomach. ever since saturday morning, the constant churning in your stomach had been persistent, and managed to get the better of you today.

“what time do you finish rehearsal tonight?” you ask, continuing to move through the motions of the combo.

tina checked her phone. “i have ballet from two o’clock until four o’clock and then an hour of acro, and one on one contemporary for another hour, so i’ll be done at six.” in your absence, tina had been selected to do the contemporary solo in the group dance, and though you were a little jealous, you were too proud of her to care.

“lucky,” you groan, “i’ll be here until nine tonight, with george no less.”

“straighten your leg more.” tina critiqued. “is it really that bad?”

“yes.” you assured her. “it’s just so awkward. like we’ve spent so long hating each other and now we have to pretend to be attracted to each other while dancing, it’s odd.”

“you don’t think he’s attractive?”

“i didn’t say that.” you said a little too quickly, tina quirked her head. “like he’s conventionally attractive, i suppose, but it’s his personality that makes him ugly.”

tina’s eyes widen towards the end of your sentence, eyes darting towards the door. you turn and see george, hesitating to enter. shit was it two already?

nope. the clock read 1:37PM. he was early once again. you started panicking. had he heard what you had just said?

“yeah i’m glad you broke up with him, he was my least favourite ex.” tina declared. good cover.

“sorry i didn’t realize there was a lesson in here.” george explained curtly.

“there’s not. i’m practicing our dance. tina’s just keeping me company.” george half smiled at tina, giving her a half nod.

she sort of nodded back. “well i’ll leave you guys to it.” you snapped your head to meet her eyes, glaring at her. “get some practice.”

as she was starting to leave, she leaned into your side whispering “talk to him” so soft you could have mistook it for the breeze from the air vent. and with that she was gone.

“so...how were your classes today?” you asked, taking a stab at making small talk.

george rolled his eyes. “don’t pretend to be interested in my day. can we just practice?” he snapped. ouch. fine.

there was something magnetic in the way the two of you danced in the complete silence. nothing but the occasional squeak of one of your shoes, or a huff or grunt from one of you. wordlessly you rehearsed until ari walked through the door at ten past two.

once again you fell back into a rhythm of ignoring each other, plodding slowly through the dance, and waiting until the next day when you both arrived early to run it together. it was unbearable, and after less than a week you were already questioning if you had made the right decision. dance was something you had always loved, even though the rehearsals were a pain, you genuinely adored the feeling that dance ignited in you. and it’s not that you had stopped enjoying it through this process. if anything, ari had done a great job helping you learn to love jive.

it was george that was making this entirely insufferable. not only did you feel like you couldn’t talk to him, but the studio had become a place where you couldn’t make a mistake without being scrutinized by him. ari could definitely sense that something was up when they pulled you aside to ask why you hated george.

“i don’t hate george!” you exclaimed. “he’s made it abundantly clear that he hates me, but i just get frustrated with him, that’s all. i’ll make do.”

“you’d better,” ari warned, “pierce wants to see the dance soon to see how it’s coming along.”

to say your heart sank was an understatement. you just knew that pierce was going to be disappointed in you. george was the professional dancer, so any mistake would immediately fall onto your lap.

thursday you head straight to the studio after your classes. it was twelve, which gave you plenty of time to rehearse each part of the dance, which you had finished blocking the day prior. you had anticipated that george would head into the rehearsal around one thirty, so you wanted to get there as early as possible to spend as much time alone as you could.

but reminiscent of your first day of training, through the small window at the top of the door, you could see the familiar mop of brown hair. thank god you caught it before you mindlessly walked in. before you could let pride get the best of you, your arm gently pushed open the door and you crept in as silently as possible.

despite the lack of music, you knew george was practicing his part of the jive. he sprung lightly from foot to foot, almost levitating through the air as he jumped around. his kicks were so sharp, it was like you had taken a video and sped it up, but it was happening in real time in front of you.

though you had been practicing right next to him for five days straight, you hadn’t taken a minute to step back and watch what your partner was doing. you knew he was a good dancer but this was a whole other level of entrancing.

where you struggled to keep your face neutral looking throughout the dance, george was pulling facial expressions that could easily fool you into believing that he was completely enraptured by the person he was dancing with. the idea that he could ever look at you like that while you were dancing made your heart pound and your stomach flutter. it was odd to think that he could look at you like that when you both hated each other.

you couldn’t help but to stand there with your mouth open. once he finished the dance, instinctively, you exhaled, “wow.”

george visibly jolted. his face immediately turned beet red, and for the first time, he quickly became reclusive in your presence. “you’re an incredible dancer.” you added timidly, trying to diffuse the tension that quickly filled the room.

“yeah, i know.” he huffed. moment ruined.

“sorry for complimenting you, jesus fucking christ.” you muttered, throwing your bag to the floor angrily and storming to the middle of the room to stretch.

“why are you being short with me?” he asked coldly.

you froze. “why am i being short? have you heard yourself talk to me over the last five days? forgive me for slowly getting pissed off when you constantly belittle me, meanwhile i’ve been nothing but nice.”

“belittle you? oh that’s rich coming from you. you’ve been nice to my face but it’s very clear how you actually feel about me.” he exclaimed in a sudden outburst.

you scoffed, “i’ve been trying to conversate with you and be nice to you because-”

“look. we’ve hated each other for as long as i can remember. can we just keep it that way? i have no interest in being friends with you, and i’m sure you feel the same, so you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me, in fact it’s rather condescending when you do so.” after not taking a breath throughout his whole spiel, he finally inhaled. “from the top?” he asked stiffly.

you were quite taken aback by the whole interaction that you were stunned to silence. you were fuming, so much so that you were worried if you opened your mouth, you would fly off the handle. though you wanted nothing more than to scream at the idiotic boy in front of you, you didn’t want to blow the opportunity to compete.

both george and ari could sense throughout rehearsal that you were off your game. you made stupid mistakes all because of your pent up rage. all because of george. you pretended not to notice ari and george awkwardly side eyeing each other when you would have to restart because of something little that should have been cleaned by now. but quite frankly, you were too tired, too achey, and too fucking angry to care.

that was until pierce monohan strode through the door with exactly fifteen minutes of the rehearsal left to spare. ari was giving the two of you notes before you ran it one final time. your heart rate elevated at an alarming rate, you had to fix your shit just for this one last rehearsal.

all three of you ignored pierce’s presence, though you could feel george sit up straighter next to you, and ari started over pronouncing their words. the room felt hot and so much smaller than it had prior.

before you could comprehend what was happening, you and george were standing in your starting positions. george’s eyes flickered over to pierce before he offered you his hand and smiled awkwardly. you were tempted to promptly stamp on his foot for being a fake bitch, but you held it together.

the beginning of the routine started smoothly, it was only when it got the the partnered part of the dance where it started heading south. you almost missed george’s hand, which you managed to grab, but it was a close call. then the two of you bumped into each other right before the finale, and to top it all off, you actually did step on his foot ever so slightly right before the end of the song. to the ordinary eye, these mistakes could be looked over in an instant, but the routine had to be perfect in two days time.

the room fell into a tumultuous silence the second that you and george struck your end poses. ari was too scared to clap. all three of you couldn’t help but glance at pierce, who looked rather solemn. he pushed himself off the mirror he was leaning against, and slowly meandered towards you and george.

pierce looked you up and down once. you braced yourself for impact.

“george. you have two days to fix your attitude.”

you go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, watching pierce stride away. before you could even register what had happened, george was in the process of angrily storming out of the room.

fix your attitude. what did that mean? you texted tina about it, and she too was puzzled by it. you were the one who had messed up thrice throughout the run, and yet pierce hadn’t a word to say to you.

friday’s rehearsal was eerily quiet as you and george were intently focused on the final touch ups before the competition. where it didn’t quite feel real at the beginning of the week, the competition rapidly approaching had both you and george facing the heat.

ari decided to add a bunch of last minute changes too. you were now hand springing into a complex lift, and a dramatic dip was choreographed into the end that you and george could never nail without him dropping you, but ari insisted that it was kept in.

by the time you got home on friday night, you were positively battered, bruised and aching all over. not only had your body taken a beating, but your self confidence was at an all time low. simply put, you did not feel ready for tomorrow, and you felt like you were going to let george and ari down.

and sure, somehow george was going to get the brunt of the blame from pierce, but that somehow made it worse. george already resented you enough, and you didn’t need pierce making george hate you more than he already did.

before you could even get a decent night's sleep, your alarm was already sounding, and you had to make your way to the studio to be driven to today’s competition. where there was usually a bus to bring the whole company to the competition location, a small black car was waiting. large enough to house george, ari and yourself, plus all of your luggage for the day, but small enough to cause you and george to lightly be pressed up against one another.

you would think that after a week of dancing in hold together that this wouldn’t phase you. but george sat tensed up for most of the drive. after a while, you felt his muscles relax, only because he had fallen asleep with his headphones in. you, in your rush to get out of the house, had forgotten airpods, so you tasked yourself with trying to figure out what george was listening to as a way of keeping you occupied for the next however many hours.

he was listening to the song from the routine on loop. even in his sleep he was the most intense dancer you had ever met.

you and george got ready in complete silence in your allocated part of the dressing room. something about it was partly awkward, and partly comforting. on one hand, the tension was unbearable, yet at the same time it felt like you were both getting ready to go out to dinner or something the way that couples do when they have nothing to talk about because they simply know each other inside and out. you were already feeling anxious from the high stakes of today's competition, so you chose to indulge in your made up fantasy, even if it was with someone as dislikeable as george.

by the time you were called backstage, the competition was well underway. you could hear from the sheer amount of applause that there were a lot more people than you were expecting there to be in the audience. and the dancers that were currently dancing were a hell of a lot better than you were.

your breathing became heavy and you felt faint. the world started to spin, and it was as if all the anxiety in your body had hit you all at once.

“y/n...y/n!” george whisper-yelled, drawing you out of your thoughts, “you need to take deep breaths, otherwise you’re going to pass out. breathe with me.”

under any normal circumstance, you would be flipping the fuck out at the fact that george had just grabbed your hand and was gently pressing it against his sternum to guide your breathing. but given that you were on the brink of a panic attack, your usual urge to smack him subsided for the moment. you synced your breathing with the rise and fall of his chest, which began to calm you down.

“the first time i had to compete solo, i panicked so much that I had to withdraw from the competition. it’s normal to freak out, but you can’t panic now. we’ve both worked too hard and been through enough hell having to deal with each other to give up now.” you can say that again. “your best performances have always been when it’s just the two of us in the studio. so when we get out onstage, you have to pretend it’s just us, yeah?”

“george, i don’t know-”

“please,” he begged, “if we don’t do well pierce will kill me.”

before you could give it a hell of a lot of thought, your names were being announced, and george was pushed you to the wing. somewhere along the way, he had interlocked his hand with yours, and was now dragging you onto the stage. little bitch.

you made the mistake of looking straight into the audience during your entrance. there must have been a hundred or so faces staring at you expectantly. you felt george’s hand grab your face, and he forced you to look at him. “it’s just us, remember?”

the music, a thousand times louder than what the studio could produce, began thundering overhead, and the lights slowly came up, illuminating the boy in front of you in soft blues and purples. his hand still rest gently on your cheek, and slid slowly down your neck and your arm as you pretended to be dancing a club in slow motion, sending a chill through your body as he did so. the lights went down and rose back up to a pale orange, softly cradling george’s features and painting him to almost look angelic.

you stepped out into a little tiptoe steps, george quickly following behind you. you kick ball changed into a spin and george circled you, a look of wonder and adoration plastered on his face, like you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. you couldn’t help but smile back at him, and you grabbed his hand and let him spin you twice before launching into a series of classical jive kicks. you spun towards him, gently kissing him on the cheek before running offstage and sprinting to where you would make your entrance on stage left.

you made it just in time, beginning to strut onstage as george looked at you upstage left. a look of relief flashed across his face once he realized you had made it in time. like always, you met george halfway, and took his hand, straightened your left leg to kick the right one back into a ball change, swapped hands, spun as you chasséd out of hold, and extended your arms into an “L” shape, stepping wide and letting your left leg drag to meet the right.

kick forward, kick forward, kick left, before ball changing and swinging your left foot in front of your right leg four times before launching your left leg into a high kick.

kick forward, kick backward. strut to stage right whilst flicking your wrist outwards. do the twist, blow a kiss. time to double pas de bourrée without bumping into george. success! there he was smiling at you, and you felt fully immersed into the dance by now.

it didn’t feel like y/n and george being forced to do a dance to represent the company. not at all. rather it was just the two of you dancing around and having a good time. you had never seen george look so happy and excitable for such a period of time, and you relished in it. the way his eyes shone lifted his whole face. where he was typically reserved, he was open and available to you, expressing himself in ways you didn’t deem possible.

he held you closer, he felt looser in his movements, and his heart was beating out of his chest from adrenaline. he added a few odd caresses of your body a few extra looks and smirks. he wasn’t usually one to go off book, but what he was doing felt natural, it felt right.

you had made it to the last section of the song, and arguably the most complicated section of the dance. you hadn’t once nailed ari’s additions from yesterday, and it was now or never to make it right.

you backed up away from george flirtatiously, waiting for him to kneel before running and going into a handspring, swinging your legs over george and pulling yourself up to sit on his shoulders. you feel him roughly hold your hips in place, and you had to trust him as you flung your arms out into the air while he spun the two of you around. you could feel his hot breath between your thighs, which was momentarily very distracting and caused an uproar of butterflies in your stomach.

all too soon, it was time to dismount, and you could feel georges hands move to the top of your thighs to hold you against him while you flipped backwards into a handstand. once your hands flattened against the cold floor, you swung your legs back over yourself and managed to plant your feet back on the ground without losing your balance.

george was right there waiting for you when you straightened up, took your hands and pulled you towards him. he turned you under his arm and you pressed your back flat against his chest as you both did toe touches in sync. he spun you back beneath his arm allowing you to snake your arm around his torso, and he did the same to you, spinning around the floor like giddy teenagers in love. you engaged in some final traditional jive kicks before you did a triple spin and dropped right in front of george.

please lord, do me a favor, you thought to yourself.

and a favor he did. whilst you were half anticipating falling straight to the floor, as had happened many a time in rehearsal, george had pulled through and managed to just about catch your weight right at the last second. one hand looped beneath your back, whilst the other has hooked under your thigh, which he pulled towards him. instinctively, you cradled his face with your two hands. it could have been a scene straight out of a movie.

the audience ruptured into a burst of applause so suddenly that it startled you. george lifted you up smoothly, smiling at you as he did so, and you walked offstage ‘pretending to be in love’, as ari had instructed you to do.

but in that moment, you were truly in love. not with george but with the moment. you had done that, not making a single mistake and not feeling an ounce of pressure from george, who was smiling and giggling throughout the whole routine. this felt like a new chapter in your life, and you felt like you had finally broken george, who had surprisingly been nothing but nice to you since the routine began.

but once you turned to him to congratulate him, or hug him, or something along those lines, his expression had turned sour once more. “i’ll see you later.” he spat, skulking off to the dressing room.

the shift in attitude was jarring. so much so that it seemed to transport you back in time. you hadn’t realized it before, but in the dimly lit backstage light, where you could barely see the motherfucker, you realized that george was the spitting image of your abusive ex-boyfriend.

(long) authors note + taglist below!!

a/n: would you believe me if i told you that my roommate randomly up and left randomly and i spiraled into a depressive episode? i finally feel included in the fanfic writer stereotype where they have delayed chapters because of some fake sounding traumatic event. can confirm that the fanfic writer curse is real, the universe is simply against fanfic!!

on a real, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and i’m planning on grinding the next few chapters out as fast as possible, not only because i’ve missed writing, but i simply don’t know what is going to happen next because me and (ex)roommate are fighting!!!!

also, this account is NOT my main tumblr, so i see your comments and follows, and greatly appreciate them but i cannot interact on this account which is so goddamn annoying. thank you for the positive responses and i’m very excited for this series!!! love you all <33

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awooga-llama · 2 years

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Homework pals

GeorgeNotFound x AMAB! reader

High school AU

Warnings: Typos, EXTREMELY LONG!

Annabelle's Homework Inspired this, nighttime drabble I did with the thought of me having to get up at 3 am to get ready for work :p

I was sitting in my usual spot when his friends approached me. Normally nobody would even hint at knowing I existed so when Sapnap and two others walked up to me before trigonometry began I was flabbergasted. I tried to clean up my place in a hurry to get out of their way, stuffing things into my backpack except for my homework and the book I was reading.

"Hey (Y/N), hold up a second!" Sap called from down the hallway. I was prepared to give them my lunch money and anything else they wanted just so they wouldn't beat me to death. Behind him were Quackity and George. When they reached me at my sitting spot by the water fountains he crouched down to my level looking me dead in the eyes.

"How ya doing there buddy?" Sapnap asked me, putting my bookmark in the crease of my book and closing it. I was confused but decided to answer.

"I'm doing alright." I quietly mumbled, sweating slightly from my nerves. He and his friends sat on the ground, Sap and Quackity in front of me and George on my left.

"So (Y/N/N), can I call you that?" I nodded and he continued. "Anyways, (Y/N/N) we’ve been looking for you, nearly missed you, if it weren’t for Niki pointing us in your direction when we asked her, we would’ve never found you. Gogy here was wondering if you'd help him with the classes you two share. He tends to fall asleep or text the group chat during the lessons and his parents are threatening to take away his gaming privileges if his grades keep dropping." I already knew these things that Sapnap was saying and saw where this was going. I didn't want to say yes but I couldn't say no because my heart told me to go with it. You see I've had a crush on George since the beginning of secondary school but never was cool enough to talk to him.

"Come on man, Gogy needs your help bruh. It'll just be until he catches up Hermano." Quackity added in. George stared at me with his big brown doe eyes, his dark hair swept over them slightly, making me lose all train of thought. Before I knew it the word "yeah" slipped through my lips. The three boys all cheered and had a mini celebration then got up, patting me on the back and headed towards class. George stood above where I sat, waiting for me to collect my things so we could walk to trig with each other.

‘This is your chance (Y/N), you can finally get closer to him and see where it leads!’ I thought to myself, smiling a bit. I got everything in my backpack and George stuck his hand down to help me up, I gladly took it looking down though to try and conceal my face and the fact I was grinning like a fool. My cheeks were warm but I could always blame it on the scarf I was wearing due to the school’s heater being broken. Once on my feet, we began walking toward room 3013 where our math class is held. I was sad when I had to let go of his hand but my brain agreed that it would be weird if I never let it free.

The teacher wasn’t in the room yet giving everyone some free time, I quickly headed to my seat in the front of the class near the window where I spent most of my time daydreaming and occasionally writing notes. Little did I know that George followed me and sat in the normally empty seat. The brunette let out a cough to catch my attention, every fibre in my body was tense and I just wanted to scream in happiness.

“Yea George?” He looked me in the eyes, his brown ones sparkling under the bright white lights. He had a goofy smirk on his lips before spitting out what he wanted to say. He licked those same lips slowly.

“I just wanted to say thank you for doing this. It means a lot to me and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, ya know, get acquainted with one another. I could even introduce you to the crew, I just don't like seeing you by yourself all the time.” My brain went blank and I didn’t know how to respond just bobbing my head with wide eyes looking like some crackhead going through withdrawals. I never noticed him looking at me anytime, so how would he know I was alone almost all the time? Well, maybe all the time is a bit exaggerated because I hung out with Minx, Nikki, and Jack usually when Minx wasn’t skipping school, Nikki wasn’t sick, and when Jack wasn’t in trouble with the teachers for attacking Tommy. Now looking at it, I was alone quite a bit.

George laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder right as the teacher walked into the room greeting everyone with a good morning smile and a stack of papers in her arms.

It was no sooner than 15 minutes into the lesson when George fell asleep. His head rested on my left arm, mouth threatening to drop drool onto his math textbook. Without waking the boy, I took the book away and put it in front of him on the edge of the table, grabbing his assignment. I began to fill out all the questions that were still blank, trying to match his handwriting as close as I could and let me tell you, it was pretty close. The teacher didn't notice a thing, and if she did then she did a great job of hiding it. George softly snored beside me, occasionally mumbling something, his head snuggling closer to my arm making me blush but continued writing notes and filling out both of our papers.

His breathing was like a melody only I could hear and it really helped me focus well. It mostly helped me. There were a few times I thought he was dying because his snores would sound like he was struggling to breathe, I patted him lightly on the back and that seemed to fix it. Sometime before independent work time his head fell off the table and onto my lap, to me it looked uncomfortable but I left him like that.

The bell rang and I had to wake the sleeping boy. It was difficult but it happened. I shook him for ages before saying, "George, hey, it's time to get up buddy." He woke up after that, he almost fell over so I helped him by being his support letting him lean on me. We took the papers to the front and put them in the complete basket to be graded. I told the teacher he got hit in the head this morning by a frisbee and it was affecting him, and the nurse said he'd be fine. Of course the teacher believed me.

We made it to the hallway where Karl took him, George looked a bit disappointed and while the two walked towards the gym Gogy turned to give me a goofy grin over his shoulder waving lazily.

For the rest of the morning I had the biggest smile on my face, even if I had double homework to do tonight it'd be wort it because it was my ticket to being around my crush more.

I got through my next two classes feeling like I was floating on cloud nine and in the blink of an eye lunch came by, George was waiting for me outside of my biology class looking more awake than he did this morning.

"Well hello there (Y/N/N)! Ready to eat with the lamest group of people ever?" He asked clearly being sarcastic when he said lamest. I gave him a sheepish grin, looking down at my dirty trainers before responding quietly.

"I need to go to my locker first and meet with Niki." Gogy wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer it was like he was protecting me from all the people in the hallway.

"Then let's go to your locker, I'll make sure nobody bumps into you." He must've known about me being bullied.

He kept his promise not letting anyone get near me, giving all the people something to whisper about and handing out death causing glares when he would hear anything bad about us shutting the rumours down right then and there.

Niki waved at me when we got there, she had my locker open and was writing on my mini whiteboard. She had written some words of encouragement and drawn little frogs everywhere, giving them red/blue sunglasses like Jack's and some had purple spots on them matching Minx's hair.

"Jack is in detention again, he threw a paper airplane into Tommy's eye during art class." She said to me George turned his back on us and crossed his arms over his chest putting himself as a wall between me and the hallway traffic.

"Of course he did, when will he learn?" I laughed stuffing my books and bag into the mediocre sized metal box. Niki motioned towards George and raised her eyes brows suggestively, she had the biggest toothy grin on her pretty face. I shook my head and mouthed back there's nothing going on.

She hummed sacastically but dropped it. I closed my locker and tapped my body guard on the back. Then the three of us walked to the cafeteria exchanging small talk and jokes.

I sat squished between Ponk and Niki, George sat acrossed the table next to Dream and Sapnap. I learned that they, basically everyone at the table played video games together after school most days instead of doing sports. I became friends with Bad, Hannah, Sam, and Techno. Niki was getting along with everyone nicely but she mostly talked to Wilbur and I could feel the chemistry between them. I sat most of the time listening to the conversations rather than participating, George noticed and bumped my knee from under the table, he kept doing that turning it into a foot fight between us until he accidently hit Ponk who was trying to enjoy his yogurt. I bursted out laughing as the two boys argued soon everyone was fighting under the table with their feet.

Lunch ended on a good note, I got a few of their phone numbers and discord users so we could keep in touch. George, Punz, and I headed towards the Geography classroom happily. George's hand was linked in mine not bothering to let go as he talked to Punz about their minecraft server.

I sat in the middle of the class Gogy on my left, Punz in the front because he was a troublemaker. Mr. Schllat droned on about the continents George was playing with the trinkets on my backpack rather than paying attention so that's what I was doing for him. He was content with going through my things and I was fine with doing his papers.

The end of the day came too quick Gogy walked me to the front of the school where Nikki and Jack sat waiting for me. He gave me a high five and some finger guns as he walked away towards Quackity heading the opposite direction of me towards his house.

"Alright spill the tea man, what's happening between you and heartbreak central?" Jack asked a few minutes into the travel.

"What do you mean 'heartbreak central' and there's nothing going on were just friends. I do his homework for him until he gets his grades up after that happens we'll probably stop talking like before." I replied playing with my lanyard.

"The man's known for being a player, I can't even start to list the names of people he's used his pretty privilege on without running out of fingers and don't think like that, maybe he'll actually settle down with you. I can already picture the wedding, it'll be the best gay marriage of the century, the classic tale of brains and looks happily ending up together." Niki silently agreed with the bald man bumping my side softly.

We walked to the seven eleven, our favourite snack place since elementary. The welcoming buzzer sounded and Jared the cashier waved at us before looking back at his magazine. Jack went to the slushie machine to get us our designated drinks, Niki went to the chip section and collected everyone's favourite savoury/salty treats and I got candy for everyone.

"(Y/N)! They don't have blue raspberry, do you want something else?" Jack hollered from the back of the store. The buzzer went off again, but that just meant more people were in here. I dashed through the aisles doing a Narrato run, sneaking up behind my bald friend. He never suspected a thing, I jumped on his back and covered his eyes, the two of us went tumbling backwards Jack screaming like a blonde chick in an 80s horror film. I laughed maniacally through the pain. Niki came rushing to our location, Jared behind her, Wilbur, Techno, Tubbo, and Ranboo right after him.

"OH MY GODS YOU STUPID PRICK I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS KIDNAPPING ME!" Jack slapped my thigh hard. Niki helped us up off the floor, Jared shrugged and walked back to his station. The four boys who showed up late looked super confused.

"Is everything alright?" Ranboo asked rubbing the back of his neck. I couldn't speak my stomach hurt from laughing. Jack picked me up bridal style and spun me around making me dizzy. The buzzer to the store went off again, two voices could be heard. George and Quackity poked their heads around the corner seeing the commotion.

Jack stopped and set me back on the ground, I wobbled around like a drunk person still giggling my face was flushed and I looked insane. George walked up behind me and held me stable while my friends finishing getting our snacks.

"What are you doing here Gogy?" I asked when I had finally calmed down. We were waiting in line to pay for our things.

"Quackity wanted some snacks before we started playing so we came here and then saw you almost dying." I looked down slightly embarrassed he picked my chin up making me look at him.

"I've never seen you like that, you've always been a quite lad." He continued his voice an octive deeper. Luckily it was my turn to check out. He kept talking to me but I only nodded when finished paying I went out of the store, running to catch up to my friends.

Months passed, George and I got closer and I could feel myself falling harder for him daily. He would come to my house and we'd study together. Gogy would lay his head on my lap while I would play with his hair doing his homework, carefully writing his name across the corner of the page in his handwriting style.

Thoughts of him lived rent free in my brain, some nights the thoughts would go dirty and I'd have to deal with it myself. Jerking off was awkward because I would usually get a boner during our studying time, he'd leave, amd then I would "go to bed" early.

Then one day I worked up the courage to tell him how I felt. My therapist encouraged me, Niki and Jack helped write what I would say on my hand, and even the teachers (both of them caught onto what was happening) said go for it. The day went by so slowly, I stayed distant towards the brunette for a whole week. He caught onto what was happening.

George was standing by my locker at the end of the day waiting for me.

"(Y/N/N) have you been avoiding me?" He asked, his sparkely brown eyes were dim and held confusion. My heart was beating so fast, my stomach doing flips. It was now or never, I was nervous because there were so many people in the hallway but I had to say it.

"Yeah, sorry about it Gogy. I've been trying to deal with some feeling lately and didn't want to bother you with them." I nervously said, my voice cracking on a few words. He looked me right in the eyes in that moment of time it was just the two of us. The Brit put his hands on both of my shoulders.

"Tell me about these feelings, I mean if you want to." I took a deep breath. 'You miss all of the shots that you don't take.'

"I'll tell you. George... for the past couple years something has been manifesting in me, whenever I'm around you I'm the happiest person in the world, I feel like I can't breathe when you're gone. George I like you a lot. Actually alot more than just like." I looked at him my face showing that my words were genuine and true. He looked back at me stunned for a couple seconds before he bursted into laughter.

George patted my shoulder laughing his butt off, getting everyone's attention.

"That's a great joke man, you almost had me going for a second. I thought you might actually be in love with me." My heart shattered I tried to hold back tears. I gave the man a forced smile and threw my backpack over my shoulder. I had to get out of here everyone was laughing, it was all too noisy. Their voices bounced around my brain. I dashed through the crowd to the front doors tears falling. George just watched me from my locker.

That night I spent my time crying and talking to Jack. He tried to make me feel better, but I couldn't handle what he was saying. What was supposed to be cheering me up was only tearing me down. I used the excuse that my phone was dying and hung up on the bald man. I had so many messages from George, most saying '(Y/N/N) I didn't know you weren't joking, just text me back.' Or 'Can we talk about this alone on Monday?' '(Y/N) please stop ignoring me, I still wanna be friends.' Sapnap, and Quackity also sent messages apologizing for their friend’s behaviour trying to get me to talk with him. I threw my phone against the wall breaking it. My hands went to my hair and pulled it screaming from the top of my lungs. My parents weren't home and my neighbours didn't care. I stayed in my bed for the next three days not doing anything.

The fourth day my mom made me go to school. Jack, Niki, and Minx (she was filled in on what happened) stayed by me all the time, Minx shot spitballs across the room at George and his friends in the classes she shared with them. We ate lunch in the courtyard. When Geography class came around I saw George sitting with a new girl smiling and flirting. I could hear him asking her to help him with the homework and I sadly shook my head looking out the window.

What that girl didn't realize that I now did was Only to discover it's not worth putting your time into.

Doesn't matter how many papers they'll write end of the equation won't equal the two of them together and then they'll just be another who got hurt doing George's homework.

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nyxonlive · 2 years

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"sneakers in the snow"

❣ contains georgenotfound x reader ❄ genre angst ☾ " you're everything i want but i can't deal with all your lovers" ✤ pronouns they/them

'do they really think they deserve george i mean come on-' i read the tweet my face instantly turning my face into a frown sighing deeply there was hate left and right when me and george finally revealed we were in a relationship but i kept telling myself it's fine i can handle it as long as i have him by my side i'll be fine. a distant buzz startled me only to check that someone was calling me in discord it was george smiling to myself as i picked up, greeting him "love! how are you?" it was obvious in my voice that i was smiling, but it disappeared when i saw a frown on his face, i asked "love? are you alright did something happen?" i slowly heard him sigh and the next words he said broke my heart, "we should break up." it was a stab to my heart or a splash of cold water to my face, snapping through my thoughts, i asked him "w-what?" he saw how he broke my heart, he saw how my face turned into a frown and he saw the tears that i wanted to let out. but nonetheless, he said "I've been seeing the constant hate you keep getting and i don't want to see you hurting because of it." he quietly said, looking down, and at that moment i didn't know what to say or what to do. i wanted to scream and shout at him saying it's fine and i don't mind the hate i was getting but i kept on a bittersweet smile saying "are you sure?" i heard voice cracks in my voice but i didn't care i wanted to ask him, i wanted him to say no and he still wants to be with me but no i looked at him seeing him nod and that was my breaking point i let out tears quietly sobbing in my arms. he bid me one last goodbye and left the call. i never went online after that, the pain was just unbearable a lot of people were concerned but i didn't have the energy to reply or simply tweet out something i just couldn't. a few days passed, and i found myself in my particular spot where we both confessed to each other, where we both met or where we both shared our first kiss. it gives the nostalgic feeling of what we were and tears couldn't stop falling when i thought of how many happy memories we had. i stared at my sneakers in the snow and i bitterly smiled it snowed when he confessed to me i thought it was magical but now i grew to hate snow. ( 𓋇 caution: not proof read! if it has mistakes im so sorry!)

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quivvyintheclouds · 3 years

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Hey'yo!!! Do you think you could doo platonic! cc!dream team, streaming, and angst :)

m.list | event masterlist wc: 178

being friends with the dream team was very cool, there was no doubt there. however, with their hectic schedules and your own schoolwork, there was rarely ever time to hang out together. you were always tired from having to go to college and to work nearly every day of the week, and when you finally had time to relax and hang out, the boys were either streaming or asleep (because of their damned sleep schedules). it's always "sorry, i have a video to edit," or "sorry, i'm too tired. we had a stream train," but never "sure, we can work together on call," or "I'll move the recording to tomorrow because i miss talking to you." oftentimes, it felt like you tried too hard to make time for them when they didn't bother to do the same for you. you wondered, if you stopped putting effort into hanging out with them, would they forget about you? maybe the rift that came between your friendship was inevitable. you do miss them sometimes, but perhaps this was for the better.

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

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You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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