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billzoned · 11 months ago

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i met gnf last summer and he intertwined our fingers and its all i’ve thought about since

idk if ur taking requests but maybe if u wanna write smth abt george gently holding ur hands while tapping it not so gently.. 👀 just a suggestion hehe love ur work

THE WAY I ACTUALLY SCREECHED, THANK U!!?? ur so luckyyy shsjsh. thank u sm for the request btw!!

ps. i went a bit overboard...

ps. #2, ill admit, i literally spent over 2 days constantly on janitor ai talking to nsfw bots trying to improve my smut...erm. we dont talk about that!! :3

desc. afab! reader x cc! george. 1.07k words.

barely proofread — nsfw under cut.

you've lost count how many times george had made you cum in the past twenty minutes. your legs shook violently as you came undone again and again.

he was in between your legs, circling his tongue around your painfully sensitive clit, and he had his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt for god knows how long. "missed the taste of you. s'good" he says, words muffled by your thighs closing around his head. and of course, that familiar euphoric feeling of your abdomen tightening was coming near.

until it stopped. george stopped his pleasuring movements abruptly. you barely even noticed when the tip of george's cock was prodding at your entrance. he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together before roughly pushing into you.

"f-uck!!" you moan out, before george starts to move slowly. though, that pace didnt last. before long he was thrusting into you erratically, nipping and kissing the flesh of your neck. his own moans and whimpers were slipping out, he missed you too much.

before long there were strings of moans falling from your lips as george keeps up his pace, brushing against the spot that makes your eyes roll and start seeing white. "yes- yes, fuck! such a good girl f'me. taking me so well." george groans as he pulls you closer to him, lifting your hips a little so he could reach deeper into you.

you had completely forgotten that dream and sapnap were out; they both went to the store, and at any time could open the door and see the both of you on the couch. in a way, it made you a bit more aroused thinking that they could walk in. you tightened around george, meanwhile you were looking at the door and remembering that they have been out for a little bit already. george, being aware, noticed.

"what? hm? you want my best friends to walk in? seeing you get fucked?" he laughs teasingly as he stops his movements and pulls out of you. he then pulls you closer to him before sliding back into you, deeper than before. "you want your boyfriend's two best friends to watch you get fucked by me? or do you want 'em to join in, hm?" he leans down to whisper in your ear as both of your fingers are still intertwined together.

you let out an almost embarrassing whiny moan at the thought, especially with him mentioning it. your eyes roll back into your skull and your back arches off of the couch "mm. yeah you do." he mocks you, his voice in a teasingly whiny voice. it wasn't very long until george hit the sensitive point inside of you dead on. your head falls back into the cushion of the couch the two of you rest on.

your climax was coming, and it was coming quick. george could feel how close you were getting, since your cunt was erratically squeezing around him so much. he took his hand off of your waist and used his now free hand to lightly fondle your breasts, lightly squeezing at your nipple before trailing his hand up to wrap around your throat.

"please, pl-ease! can i cum- i need t'cum." you whine as a small line of drool starts to trail down the side of your mouth. he pretended to think for a moment. "hm.. do you- mm- really deserve it?" he leans down and whispers into your ear. "tell me, pretty girl. do you deserve it?" a small smirk plays on his lips as he awaits your response.

"eeh!- yes, yes, 've been a good girl! 'lease let me cum," you beg.

george lifts himself back up before letting go of your throat and bringing his hand down to circle your sensitive clit. "huh... i think you can hold out a bit longer, cant you?" you were barely sure that you could, considering the speed his fingers were going. but you nod anyway, praying that you could hold back. "yeah.. good girl."

he decides to speed up his thrusts a bit, just to put you on edge; slowing the pace of his fingers just a little bit. his mouth curls up into a nearly sadistic smile as he watches you writhe beneath his grasp. he watches several headlights go past the window through the curtains, knowing well that one of them could be dream and sapnap. he focuses back onto you rolling his eyes at your needy whines and whimpers.

"let go, cum for me. be a good little whore and cum for me." as if on cue your body shakes violently as your cunt spasms around george. you let out a silent moan as you reach your climax. george grunts as he feels himself getting close as well, quiet whimpers falling from his lips.

soon enough, his seed spilled into you as he slowed the movements of his hips. "ooh- fuck." he groans, feeling the aftermath of his orgasm. before long he eventually pulled out, seeing his cum quickly running out of you and some spilling onto the couch; a stain he knew he would have to explain to his best friends later.

"did so good for me." he praised before leaning down to you and pulling you into a quick messy kiss. "be right back, baby." he says, looking down at your fucked out expression.

he quickly returns after walking away to get a wet wash cloth and wiped all of the excess cum off of you. noticing your tired look, your eyes already closed, he picks you up as gently as he can manage, and brings you to his room and lays you onto his bed. he covers you with a blanket and lightly kisses your cheek before going to try his best to clean off the (obvious) stain on the couch before the others come home.

right as he was finishing wiping it off the best he could, he saw the headlights of sapnap's car bleeding through the curtains. he hurriedly finished up and sprinted to his room.

the front door opened before shutting quite loudly, the voices of sapnap and dream joking barely audible from his room. he heard dream talking to sapnap as he walked to his room before shutting the door.

it wasn't long until he heard sapnap yell from downstairs. "george, where the hell did this stain come from?!"

uh oh.

1K WORDS HOORAY!! first time ive ever officially written that much :3 i also apologize for the slight delay!! ive been WAYYY to caught up with school :c

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lilywastaken · 2 years ago

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⇝ LOVE LANGUAGES !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: CCs and their love languages <3.

WARNINGS: SFW! Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and fluff.

A/N: I'm alive!! Very late valentine's post, but classes and homeworks have been crazy :(( anyways, I hope these are good!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM.

Physical touch — Dream thrives on your touch, whether it be a quick caress to his hand or one of his long required cuddle sessions. He loves the feeling of your skin on his (he's a bit touch starved, a global pandemic and being a faceless YouTuber will do that to you.), and will take any opportunity given to hold your hand when he walks along with you or sneak up behind you to press your body against his.

Due to him not using a cam on his streams, he sometimes asks (more like demands) you to pull up a chair next to him just so he can just feel you next to him, your hands playing absentmindedly with his free one, playing with his rings and slowly making your way onto his lap, where you have a better view of his monitors and an easier way to press kisses onto his freckled cheeks.

Words of affirmation — Much like any other person, Dream enjoys the simple reassurance that his partner appreciates him, a small "I love you." will cause him to shut down immediately. He as well is very vocal when it comes to his love for you, complimenting you on the daily and expressing how much you mean to him even when you've just woken up and you're pretty sure you're comparable to the girl from The Ring, but to him, you're breathtaking whenever and however.

He also likes the small moments you both spend at night in bed just whispering how much you love each other, soft giggles and the wet sounds of kisses resonating around the bedroom.

Dream's very fond of sending you short and sweet messages at random times of the day, even when you're a few inches away from him, he'll start giggling like a schoolgirl as he watches you read over his sappy message.

Quality time — He has a lot of free time on his hands when he's not working on content, and he prefers to spend it with you and his friends, going out to restaurants and just walking around, enjoying the time he can now spend outside without worrying about anyone recognising him.

Dream likes eating out with you a lot, before his face reveal dates consisted of whatever take out was available and some shitty movie Sapnap had chosen before falling asleep on the sofa. But now they consist of some fancy restaurant of his choosing and holding your hand over the table, thumb rubbing over your knuckles and talking about whatever.

Receiving/giving gifts — Dream LOVES spoiling you. I mean, have you seen how he acts with George? He's an unofficial sugar daddy for you both. He sees your eyes linger on some piece of jewellery or an item of clothing he thinks would look amazing on you, expect for it to appear in a little box or a bag on your bed the next day. He also goes all out on Valentine's Day, booking a table for two at a fancy restaurant and gets you a single rose, since he knows it's more meaningful than an extravagant bouquet of flowers (Don't let him fool you, he's given you many bouquets before.), and some small present he knows you'll love.

Like any other person, he likes receiving gifts, and can always count on you to get him something he will love, like a little teddy bear with a Sooners jersey one with his name on the back.

Acts of service — Although he's not very good at it, Dream does enjoy cooking for you at times, and although he does try and make the end product look fancy, you can always tell that it's box Mac and cheese or some fancy ramen he got out of a packet, but it's the thought that counts. He also is very keen on cleaning for you when he's over at your flat, he likes helping on mundane chores like washing and drying the dishes or lifting up furniture so you can reach those pesky corners full of dust.

SAPNAP.

Physical touch — Sap is very big on physical touch, he enjoys being close to you in any way he can, brushing his hand against the small of your back when he walks past you in the hallway, melting in your arms when you come behind him while he's on his computer and hugging him from behind, he lives for your affection.

He's also very cuddly during your down time together, needing to have you in his arms whenever he's sitting or lying down on the sofa and subconsciously gravitating towards your own body during nighttime, hands grabbing at your waist to pull you into his warmth.

Words of affirmation — I don't see Sapnap really being in touch with his emotions until further into your relationship, so at the beginning, you'd have to be the one to initiate that type of communication with him, but he won't actively confirm his feelings until a few months into your relationship.

Once he's comfortable, he will spend hours at a time just lying in bed with you murmuring about how much he cares for you, loves you, appreciates you being with him.

He's the kind of person to ignore any previous texts you've sent him just to send out an "I love you" text and go back to ignoring you.

He does really enjoy being reassured about your love for him as well, please cup his face in your hands and tell him how much you love him.

Quality time — Sapnap spends a lot of his time playing video games, we know that, so he doesn't really get much one on one time with you that isn't hanging out on a discord call together or having you perched up on his lap doing your own thing while he shouts obscenities at the other players.

So when you two get your time together, he makes the best of it, taking you to ridiculous places you'd never have gone to before, fancy restaurants that would inevitably end up giving you food poisoning, or just lying with you on the sofa watching a movie until George comes in and ruins it.

He honestly doesn't really care what you two do in your spare time, having your hand in his and listening to your ramble on about anything is enough for him, no matter the place or time.

Receiving/giving gifts — Sometimes, just for shits and giggles, Sapnap just buys your entire wishlist and watches your reaction when tons of boxes arrive at your porch, laughing and snickering as you run after him to chastise him for using up so much money on you.

But he doesn't care, he has money for a reason, and he likes the sparkle in your eye whenever he gives you something or he accepts some gift from you, he just enjoys spoiling you AND being spoiled.

Acts of service — When it comes to him, it's the little things. Standing in the corner of the kitchen waiting for you to ask him to cut or peel something, holding the Christmas decoration box while another hand lays on your back making sure you don't fall as you hang baubles on the tree, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen after you make a meal for the both of you, brining you snacks or a proper meal when you're working… Just small things that show his affection towards you.

GEORGENOTFOUND.

Physical touch — George is not that big on physical touch, but he won't actively run away from it when presented with a hug or a kiss from you. He's not the type of person to initiate touch out of the blue, he's the type to take it slow and move towards a nice cuddle session while taking it easy.

But when you finally get him to yourself, know that he will be putty in your hands almost immediately, head slotted in your chest and eyes drooping closed, your warm touch and soft kisses and reassurance enough to send this man to sleep.

He's also the type to roll his eyes or groan out in disgust whenever you kiss him in public or in front of his friends, but secretly gets nervous and giddy whenever he sees you lean in to press your lips to his or move your hand to grasp his.

Words of affirmation — George isn't really good at expressing his emotions, but he does show them through other ways like his actions. That doesn't mean he won't ever say "I love you" or tell you how much he appreciates you, it's just very rare for him to actually find the words and way to express them to you.

He finds it easier to communicate those kinds of things through text, so expect a few messages written in such a way that are able to rival those 16th century love letters randomly sent throughout the day.

Quality time — George doesn't spend much time streaming (as we all know) so he's got quite a lot of time on his hands to spend with his friends and you, whether it's just sitting next to you while you work doing his own thing or actively going out on a date or staying inside to play a game together ( he always loses but makes you think that he did on purpose ).

Also please be the one to organise dates, because although George does reservate date nights at nice restaurants or clear his schedule to take you somewhere, he will forget. You'll be in the middle of a cuddle session with him, half watching the movie, half focusing on your boyfriend's pretty face when he suddenly jumps in place, eyes wide as he shouts about a reservation he just remembered. But he tries, at least. He won't always forget your reservations, but there will be a few moments where he does act like a dumbass.

Receiving/giving gifts — This man likes being spoiled, that's a given. See how happy he gets when Dream just takes out his credit card unasked? He's a prince who loves to be spoiled by his partner. So don't hesitate to get him something, even if it's a small thing like a scarf or a piece of jewellery you think would look good on him, he will take it and appreciate it a whole lot, even if it's the most useless thing in the world, he'll love it. It came from you, one of the people he loves the most and will treasure it as if it's the crown jewels themselves.

Acts of service — He's quite lazy sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't do anything for you. As stated before, he doesn't really show his love through words, so his actions are the way to show his appreciation for you. He does chores for you around the house, the dishes, cleaning up any dirty laundry he can find strewn across the floor, cooking any random shit he can find and trying his best to make it look appetising for you, etc.

But apart from those mundane chores, he also does more little things like Sapnap: helping you with your makeup or hair or clothes, trailing after you while you cook waiting to help, instantly taking over whatever task you're working on whenever you need a break, making sure you're week hydrated and rested when you spend more time than usual in front of a screen.

WILBUR SOOT.

Physical touch — Wilburs a very touchy person as he's confirmed himself, always finding his hand wrapping around yours or resting on your shoulders, pulling your back to his chest so he can rest his chin on the crown of your head, enjoying how flustered you get whenever he pulls that kind of shit in public or around your friends.

He immediately gravitates towards you whenever you're both in the same place/room, his eyes finding yours and sending you a flashing smile before scurrying towards you just to press himself to your side, hand running over your back and busying himself with drawing on your skin; or if you're facing away from him when he finds you, he'll grab your waist from behind and watch you scream out of shock before hitting his chest, snickering as he pulls you into his arms.

Words of affirmation — Wilbur is a fucking poet when it comes to his love for you, spending hours at a time at his desk writing sickengly sweet verses in his little notebook about you and how fucking in love he is, leaving his notes around the house just so you'll pick them up and read through them, smiling brightly whenever you bring them back to him and ask him about it. He's very open with his love, whispering soft "I love you"s into your ear at random times of the day, strumming idly in his guitar and trying to find some type of melody that fits in with all the beautiful words he's written about you. Also expect lots of compliments through text as well, a "you look breathtaking today" sent when he's across the room from you, a goofy smile on his face as he watches you read it.

Quality time — It's the little things for Wil, like the feeling of lifting you in his arms and peppering kisses across your face the moment after a concert ends, adrenaline rushing through his veins making him more brave than usual; taking you out to bars and pubs with your friends just so you both can curl into one of the leather sofas and sip your drinks together; sitting on your bed while you scroll through your laptop as he strums on his guitar, singing softly to you or asking for your opinion on whatever riff he just came up with.

You don't really get much one-on-one dates. Let me explain. Wilbur tries his best to get a nice restaurant reservation, and when he finally gets a table, he's waiting for you to show up with a bright smile and a positive outlook on the evening, only for you to end up arriving with Tommy or James somehow tagging along with Wilbur when he leaves the office. Doesn't mean you don't have a nice time, though.

Receiving/giving gifts — Wilburs not a big gift giver, so he doesn't really mind if you don't either, but he will appreciate it massively if you do. Get him a new guitar and his old one will be out of the window (not actually, he'd probably give it to Tommy or just mount it on the wall), or some new sweaters that look amazing on him and he'll just burn every other item of clothing he owns. He isn't one to never buy stuff for his s/o, though, you see something you like and don't think you have enough for it? He's waving his card in front of your face. Tommy comments on something he heard you say you wanted? It's showing up a few days later. Also does his best to go all out on holidays/birthdays.

Acts of service — Wil enjoys showering with you a lot. Like just rubbing in the shampoo into your hair and playing with your locks, then leaning down so you can do the same to him? Peak acts of service for him. Also making tea for you (or coffee, but his specialty is tea) and bringing it to you on a cold night, cooking some recipe he saw online and making sure it's perfectly done so you're able to stomach it, and just doing chores around the house while you work or are busy.

Also will melt if you do small things like change his guitar strings or clean his desk while you're at his office.

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dewdr0pz · 1 year ago

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WILBUR SLOWLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH YN TO THE POINT HE JUST RANDOMLY KISSES YOUR HAND AND HUGS YOU FROM BEHIND BC HE SO LOVE/TOUCH DEPRIVED. AND TJEN EVERYONE JUST THINKS UR DATING AND THEN AT SOME POINT YN IS JUST LIKE,

“Yeah, we are.”

❤ Are You Falling in Love? ❤

Summary: You & Wilbur are best friends & practically attached at the hip. Wilbur, however, is falling in love with you, & he thinks that you don't realize it. One day, he decides that he's tired of waiting & he decides to make a move. Turns out you wanted him to do that!

A/N: GUYS. I MADE A REALLY GOOD STORY FOR THIS & THEN I CLOSED MY LAPTOP THINKING IT WOULD KEEP ALL OF MY TABS OPEN, BUT LIKE MY COMPUTER SHUT DOWN & I HAD TO RELOAD THE TABS & I FORGOT TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT & I WANNA CRY (also the title is based on a song called A New Kind of Love)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x amab!reader

pronouns used for the reader: He/him/his

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren @shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation @mcr-pr-fob @shd454

word count: 451

contains: swearing, a suggestive comment made by Billzo, Y/n & Wilbur being shipped together

proofread?: yup

"Guys, c'mon, hurry up!" You said you were walking faster than the rest of your friends.

"Y/n, when are we going on the boat?" Tommy whined.

"In a bit," you smirked. "You need to eat something so you stop being a hangry bitch." This earned a laugh from your friends & a cussing-out by Tommy.

You had Wilbur, Tommy, Billzo, Tubbo, Jack, and George go to California, your hometown, for a Tom Simons blog. It was your idea to just take Wilbur, but Wilbur had told Tommy, & he said he wanted to come. Then Tommy told Tubbo, & Tubbo told Billzo, & Billzo told Jack, & Jack told George.

"Y/n, can you carry me?" Wilbur said, leaning against you.

"Absolutely not," you said with a small laugh. "Who's the one who broke my leg when we were 15 because you made me carry you?"

"...no comment," Wilbur murmured. You laughed once again. You then noticed that Tommy was pointing the camera at you two.

"Y/N x Wilbur moment?" Tommy said it in a fake disbelief voice. "Y/N x Wilbur confirmed? Y/n x Wilbur canon?"

"Oh my God, shut the fuck up," you said jokingly. Wilbur's cheeks flushed.

"You two would make a cute couple," Tubbo said. "I can see it."

"I feel like you two are already dating," Billzo said. "Like, if you told me one day that you'd secretly been giving Wilbur head all of this time, I wouldn't be surprised."

"BILLZO, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?" Wilbur said it in shock, his face bright red. Your face, like Wilbur's, was beet-red.

"Wilbur isn't even into guys, Billzo!" you lied. You knew very well that Wilbur was bisexual. He told you when he was 13. Two years later, he developed a crush on you. He thought you didn't know. That was very funny, in your opinion. "Plus, if we were in a secret relationship, why would I tell you guys?" This earned an 'oooo' from your friend group.

You arrived at In-N-Out, & you all ordered your food. While you were ordering your food, you felt someone hug you from behind. You looked up to see Wilbur's face, & your heart started to race. He then did something very unexpected: he kissed your hand.

"YOOOO!" Tommy said, pointing the camera at you two. "WILBUR X Y/N HAS BEEN CONFIRMED! I BET THEY'RE DATING!"

"Tommy, we are not-" Wilbur started.

"Yeah." You cut him off to see his reaction. "We are." You smirked & walked back to the table with your friends. You looked back to see a dumbfounded Wilbur still standing there, his face bright red.

You chuckled to yourself. You were definitely going to do this again.

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pray4saint · 1 year ago

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OK. So I've seen people ask you stuff, and idk if your requests are closed or if it's just moots, but you can ignore this until your request are open again. 💔

I NEED a chubby reader x dteam. I barely have seen any chubby reader x dteam 💔 and I think it would go AMAZINGLY with your style of writing ❤️❤️❤️ (and maybe a little NSFW 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾) (and fem reader 🫠)

🙏🏾

my requests are closed but i am doing little thirsts n i really like this ask soooo / i also try to emphasise i don't think cc's treat people differently based on their body type but i do add extra descriptors for chubby!reader / anyways 16+ MDNI

dream sat behind you, his fingers dug into your pretty pussy, working you open while his mouth worked along your neck. ”such a pretty, pretty girl.” you moaned at all the combined stimulation, his free hand pulling your thighs apart every time they started to shake and close. the way his fingers chafed farther into the flesh of your thighs pushed you further to the edge. he chuckled when he felt your breathing hitch. ”awh, sweetheart, s'everything okay?” his voice is laced with faux sympathy to your ever-growing need to cum. the hand on your leg moved up tot the pudge of your stomach, drawing the lightest circles known to man while the fingers in your cunt brushed against the spot that had you seeing stars. ”go on baby, cum on my fingers.”

when sapnap pulled his tongue off your sex you whined, despite the fact that you'd just cum. ”oh peach, you wanna give me 'nother?” you nod down frantically at him. ”words.” he commands as he crawls further up to your face, pressing kisses all up the centre of your body, just to press a soft kiss to your lips. ”wan– wanna cum again. please?” your boyfriend smiles at you. ”anything for my darlin' girl.” he scoots back down between your legs, sucking circles into your legs before pressing his tongue flat against your pretty pussy, keeping his eyes on your scrunched up face. ”so much to love here darl', gonna make sure to kiss and love on your entire body.” all you can do is moan out, pushing your hands into his hair.

”oh my god, sometimes i just don't know what to do with you baby.” george coos, his hips rocking his cock in and out of your cunt. his hands are around your waist, squishing the flesh and pushing you farther down into the mattress. you moan into the pillows, the soft walls of your pussy clenching around his dick. ”shit, love. you're so perfect, you know that right?” you nod against the pillows, unable to get anything out besides your pretty mewls and moans.

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modelbus · 1 year ago

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Another day another short one

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flufftober 9 - Under The Weather

You shut the door behind you, not bothering to be quiet. It was nearly 1 in the afternoon, you were positive Tommy was up and working on the video he told you about. It was a genius idea, one you couldn't wait to watch.

You had taken a chance and decided to do an interview with a podcast, talk about your experiences as a famous content creator. Thank God Niki was also there to calm your nerves. You two had ended up going out for lunch together, just talking, making you a little late to come home. Home. The flat you shared with Tommy was your home, but more than that it was him. You both, together.

Talking about your relationship on the podcast had gotten you thinking quite a bit about everything. The podcasters asked if you thought your career was dependent upon Tommy, and you had replied without a second thought. Of course it wasn't. Just like how George and Sapnap's weren't dependent upon Dream. Just because there was someone bigger than you that you were close with didn't make people dependent.

Funnily enough though, you both might a little dependent upon each other in every other way.

"Tommy?" You ask, nudging open their door. Your eyebrows shoot up at the sight of Tommy still in bed.

He definitely had a recording today.

"Tom, you awake?"

"No." He groans. "Fuck off." You know him well enough to know he doesn’t mean it.

"Not happening. What happened to your recording?"

"Canceled it."

He finally opens his eyes, staring at you. You’re jealous of how relaxed and comfortable he looks.

"Why?"

His next words are less of words and more of an incomprehensible mumble. If you were meant to understand any of it, you just didn't.

Well, not like you were doing anything else today.

You’ve barely approached the bed before he's tugging you in with him, practically attaching himself to you. Not to say you don’t like it, but this wasn't normal Tommy behavior.

"Jesus Toms, you're burning."

"I took Advil."

That's something at least. But from the way he's openly letting himself curl into you, you can tell it didn't help much. Tommy tended to get these flash sicknesses, growing ill just to be as happy as ever.

He jokes about it being because he never gets long-term sick, like you do. Like normal people do. Hence why you absolutely fucking suck at managing being sick together.

His breath fans across your neck from where he's tucked his head into the crook of your neck. If he gets you sick, you’ll murder him.

"Wait, the light-"

"Nope. Fucking no."

You laugh. "Fine, fine."

You unlock your phone, holding it up behind his head so you can see it and scroll through Twitter. Within seconds Tommy's dropping off to sleep, but you aren’t quite there.

Instead you’re content to scroll through Twitter, freezing when he moves even slightly or his hot ass skin touches yours. It's fine. He'll wake up tomorrow as he always does, perfectly fine.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #tommy innit #tommyinnit imagine #tommy mcyt

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gnfbeloved · 3 years ago

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any headcanons for nicknames/petnames?

you bet babe

mcyt x reader- petnames

masterlist

summary- ( cc! ) crew boys + wilbur - their favorite petnames

notes- literal fluff

song rec- falling for U by peachy! and mxmtoon

dream

beautiful

he’s a fucking simp okay

pretty girl/boy shsjsjsjsjsjshsh

or just straight up pretty

can also see him calling you babe

george

he’s not very affectionate

but love/dear if he’s being especially cuddly or its late at night

likes calling you something other than your name

maybe a variation or some inside joke type nickname

also cutie but mostly as a joke

unless..? o-0

sapnap

darling~

unquestionably

or baby

and if his accent slips in the morning or later at night shshsushshebdbd

constantly simping

my boy/girl or just my dear type beat

possesive af

karl

baby/babe

love

he uses petnames a LOT

and a variation of your name

y/n? nono thats babe

love is also common

soft boyyyyyyyy <3

quackity

spanish petnames my beloveddddd

mi amor / mi corazon / mi vida

my love / my heart / my life

sushushshshsiwushsshshs

also just babe

and you know the wilbUH and quAckITEE thing? with your name (credit to @clemclemtime bc they came up eith it and i totally forgot)

wilbur

darling / dear and love

ends half his sentences with love

simps occasionally

has a nickname for you

most likely an inside joke

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struggling-with-time · 3 years ago

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Why did it have to be Him? [George x reader]

Paring: cc!Georgenotfound x Fem!reader (platonic) (cc!Wilbur Soot x Fem!reader)

Summary: You're George's friend, who he is very much in love with, but you are dating Wilbur.

Warnings: Angst, sour!George

Words: 1.7K

Masterlist: George's Masterlist - Wilbur's Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Heavily inspired by Him by James Marriott. Please request if you have any ideas. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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George opens the door and greets her with a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” She returns his wide smile, god she looks happy. It makes him want to frown, but he doesn’t at least not as long as she’s looking.

“Thank you for inviting us!” She tells him as she hands George a bottle of wine. It’s the cheap brand they used to share when they were both younger. He laughs slightly when he notices.

“Of course, you’re always welcome.” He tells her as she passes him by. He watches as she hangs her coat. He follows her with his eyes as she moves along the hallway.

“Eh-hem.” A cough brings George back to the person she brought with her.

Wilbur.

“Oh.” George tries not to let his face fall. But a change is more than noticeable to the man in front of him. “She brought you. Well, come in.”

And like that his host face is back on, ever the charmer with the famous pretty privilege. George turns away from Wilbur heading back up the stairs.

“You coming, Wilbur?” He calls after the taller lad.

George waves a quick hand to his guest, before heading to the kitchen. Knowing he’ll find her there, and he can put the wine away.

He sees her immediately, her head looking into his fridge searching for a drink. George walks over and puts a hand on the fridge door. Making her look up at him.

God, why does she have to look so innocent?

“Soo…” He trails off.

“Soo…” She replies.

“Wilbur huh?”

She slams the fridge door, making George pull his hands up in a defensive position.

“We are not having this conversation again George.” She rolls her eyes. She lets out a sigh. Then she takes the bottle of cheap wine from his hand and reopens the fridge to put it away.

“I was just going to ask if you have been any places lately?”

She huffs at his question, an eyeroll just in sight, but not present.

“We have. Thank you for asking.”

George smiles at her response. He reaches over the counter to take a bag of crisp.

“And that didn’t happen to be the arcade, did it now?” He opens the bag, ignoring the eyeroll that she is finally giving into.

“And what if it did?”

George offers her the bag, and she takes a handful.

“I’m just saying, we both know what happens after the arcade. Then it’s the beach trip.” He watches her carefully. “Then a fancy dinner.” She eats a chip. “Then the short camping trip.” She winces. Got her. “Then the promise to meet his parents.” She tugs her arms closer to herself. “And then the inevitable excuse about him either not having time, being in the right mental state or…” George trails off.

“George c’mon he’s your friend. Don’t talk about him like that.” She dusts her hands off from the crisp dust and picks up the drink she settled on.

“So, there is no reason you have been looking for camping gear I take it.”

She brushes past him on the way out of the kitchen.

“You disappoint me!” George calls after her, as they join the others in the living room.

She sits down beside Wilbur, and George nearly scoffs at the way Wilbur is sitting. He’s the tallest in the room, and he sure knows it.

Pretentious fucker.

Why did he have to introduce the two of them? Why did George have to be the one to lead his friend down that path? Why did he have to absolute watch the girl he’s head over heels with fall for another guy? And why did it have to be him? Why of all people did it have to be fucking Wilbur?

Wilbur throws an arm over her, but he doesn’t even look at her. George is. George is the one looking at her. Not him.

It takes George under one drink to want to rip Wilbur’s arm off. But it takes the rest of it to calm him down. This is why it isn’t you. George reminds himself.

Wilbur starts talking about his future and his plans for said future. His plans. And how she fits into them. George seethes at the thought. She only fits into his grand scheme of things as an afterthought, an add on. An accessory. The guy is a prick. But an ambitious and successful one at that too.

George excuses himself. A lie about needing more to drink, despite everyone clearly watching him descend the hallway and stairs to the outside. Not the kitchen.

He grabs his jacket, throws it on and opens the front door, letting the heat seep out and into the cold February night.

Against his better judgement, George takes a seat on the steps leading to his door. He pats his sides down, feeling the box against his hand. He fishes it out.

It’s a box of cigarettes, he knows he shouldn’t. But honestly, there is a lot of things he shouldn’t do in the world, yet he still does them. And thus, the logic applies to this situation too.

“You need a lighter for that?”

George snaps back around to look at the doorway. There she stands in all her glory. Illuminated by the soft light of the indoors. George blinks, savouring the moment, remembering it for the days she isn’t around.

She turns around for a moment, throwing her own jacket over herself, and fishes a lighter out. She hands it to George.

He lights his cigarette.

She hovers her hand over his package.

He nods.

She takes one.

George hands the lighter back to her, and there they sit. Two friends. One so in love with the other it’s laughable. The other so alienated by that thought alone. Two strangers.

The chill air hugging them close, letting them huddle into themselves in hopes of fighting against the cold. A losing battle.

But neither moves.

However, she talks.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

George looks at her, she’s already looking at him.

“I can only say the same to you.”

“Touché.”

And like that the subject is left hanging. Last year they would have confronted each other about the bad habit. But that is last year, and so many things have changed.

“I didn’t think I would come down here again you know.” She tells him. “Not after the new year’s party.”

Ah, the new year’s party. The one George hosted. The one where he got into a shouting match with Wilbur. The one that ended with him losing a long-time friend, and a sort of co-worker turned friend.

“Not your finest moment.” She smiles at the absurdity of the memory. George hates it. Because for him it was the moment, he realised she would never see him the way she sees Wilbur. Or any other guy for that matter.

But what irks him the most, is that Wilbur was the one who made him reach the conclusion. That Wilbur, of all people, made him come to terms with his feelings.

“Not my finest moment.” George agrees. Or admits? He isn’t completely sure which it is, but it’s there for the night to welcome, and the night does.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I was disappointed in you.” He looks at her, she turns her head away.

“I know George.”

“I didn’t take you for being someone who falls for the bullshit he spews.”

She doesn’t say anything, he knows she should. So does she.

“And where are you gonna end up when you break up? The muse for his next song.” George snorts. It’s harsh, but he’s right.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” She snaps at him.

“I don’t.”

The night falls silent once again. The only sound coming from their staggered breaths.

George trashes the last of his cigarette bud against the front steps. She looks at his hand, then at him.

“Why did it have to be him?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Why did it have to be Wilbur of all people?”

“… I don’t know.”

“Please, anything. Just any reason. I get it’ll never be me. But why did it have to be him?”

She flickers her own cigarette away, following that with her eyes now instead of George.

“Out of everyone you could have had, why did it have to be him?”

Her eyes are back on George, he can see the way she’s clearly trying to muster up a response that will satisfy him. Yet he can’t help to keep pressing on.

“Was it because when you looked at him, he thought he could be so much more than me?”

It was no secret, ever since she had started seeing Wilbur. After George himself had introduced the two, George and Wilbur had sized each other up, at every single chance they got. From view counts on twitch, to subs on YouTube, to financial gains, to arcade games. Anything they could compete in, the two had had a sudden interest in beating each other.

“Was it because he wasn’t me?”

Her breath hitches.

George Freezes.

She scrambles.

George watches.

She’s standing.

George sitting.

They wait.

“I think it’s time I leave.”

George swallows.

She nods to herself. Before repeating. “It’s time we leave.”

Before George knows, her phone is out of her pocket. A number dialled, and steps are coming down the stairs.

Wilbur has arrived. He looks down at the single cigarette bud beside George. Then he looks at George.

“You know those kill right? It’s a bad habit.”

But George doesn’t listen, he barely ever does anymore when the guy opens his mouth. Instead, he does what he does best. He watches. He watches her. He watches her as she grabs Wilbur’s hand. He watches her, as they become them. And he watches them, as they disappear down the street.

While George says he’s disappointed in her.

George is only disappointed in himself.

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jessnotfoundd · 2 years ago

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

Pairing: cc!Georgenotfound x reader

Masterlist here!

When the challenge started, George was really sure that he was going to win the private jet and that he would give it to his mom. You were cheering for him the whole time.

-Do you want water?- when the cameras cut and jimmy started just talking to the other people doing the challenge, I made my way to my boyfriend.

-No, i just really want to leave- he smirks, I kiss his cheek.

-You promise a private jet to your mom, you must stay.- I smirk and he doesn't.

-Yeah, at least you're here with me.- his free hand flies to my waist.

-Yes, but i probably left in a few minutes with Nolan to get you guys all food.- I kiss him and the boys beside him start to make noises of kisses and I pull away a few inches.

-Don't go, let Nolan go alone, I'm cold.- he starts to blurt about how much he wants to leave.

-Take this.- i took his hoodie out so he could use it.- I have another in the car.- he smiles and I tuck his head thru the hoodie.

-Smells like you.- he smiles and i nod, hearing Nolan call my name.

-I gotta go, if your fucking hand isn't in the jet when I'm back, ill kill you.- He smirks and I peck his lips quick to finally go.

A few hours passed and some of the boys gave up, the cameras were off, and George was sitting aside the jet with the boys, I approached them and sat in front of the brunette to laid my head on his chest, my back against him, his free hand flies to hold me, in a half hug. I feel his lips on my cheek. They were talking about some game I didn't know, so my eyes shut down and I fall asleep.

It felt like minutes when i start to hear applause, I sit straight and start to applaud with the rest of the people. Everyone starts laughing and I turn around. The British with a guilty smile.

-I wanted to wake you up nicely- he can't even fight the smile.

I stand up and went behind the cameras, Jimmy wanted to make it a bit more difficult. And a few boys decided to leave.

George was still there and wanted me to get closer, but I was super comfortable in the chairs Nolan bring for us.

A half-hour later, there were George and two other boys. One of them lift his finger for only a singular frame, so he lost. Now it was only my boy and another one.

An hour passed until jimmy got closer, showing George something, I stand up and watch everything. He smirks but a second later, the smirk is gone and the other boy is dancing weirdly, the British takes his finger out of the jet and walks to me.

-I fail.- he hugs me and i reciprocate.

-It's okay babe, it's just a game- I hold his face with my hands and smile.- I bet your mom is super proud of you.- I leave a kiss on his nose and he smiles.

-I wanted to win.- now he's pouting, so I leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

-I know babe, I know.-

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deliwrites · 2 years ago

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Hickeys // Sapnap

Date: 12th of October 2022 (Originally; 13th of June 2021) Published: 22nd July 2021 Member: Sapnap Type: Fluff, semi NSFW, Female reader TW: Bruising Word count: 4018 Summary: Nick likes to place hickeys, like a lot. Y/n doesn't mind whatsoever, but there is a problem. Her brother is extremely protective of his little sister.

// MASTERLIST //

Y/n POV

"Thanks, Liz," I thanked my friend as I got out of her car. "I'll text you tomorrow or so okay?" I was staying at my brother's at least for tonight. He had invited me over since we don't get to see each other that often, so it was nice. There was one problem tho.

"Of course, also, do you really think you can hide. You're wearing a scarf in the middle of summer," she pointed out.

"I know, I know! But you know I don't wear - a lot of - make-up, I don't have foundation, and your skin tone is very different from mine."

"I know, all I'm trying to say is that you should just tell him, okay? Now have fun! See you later!" With that, she drives off leaving me in front of the apartment building. I sigh, pulling at the scarf around my neck a little bit, feeling so sweaty already. Not sure if it was because of the scarf or my nerves peaking. Swinging my overnight bag over my shoulder I walk to the panel by the door, looking for number 201. I ring the bell patiently waiting for someone to open the door. It could be one of three people.

"Hello?" George's voice came through, uncertain.

"Hey, it's Y/n, could you let me in please, it's hot as hell out here," I tell him and I hear him scream through the apartment 'Y/n's here!' before he presses the buzzer.

"See you in a bit!" He says before I can hear him put the phone back on the horn. I open the door and walk through, straight to the elevator. It was so much cooler inside! I press the button and wait for the elevator to come down. I stand back a little when it arrives, not wanting to be in the way of anyone who could come out.

"Hey babe," is the first thing I hear when the elevator doors open. My eyes widen as I look up at Nick in surprise. He walks over to me, pecking my lips quickly, then taking my bag.

"Wha- why would you come down?" I ask confused but follow him into the elevator.

"Because I wanted to see you before Clay," he says like it's obvious. "When he's there I can't do this," he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer placing his heavenly soft lips on mine. The kiss is soft and gentle, which comes as a surprise to me but I enjoy it nonetheless. After a short while he pulls away, I stare into his gorgeous eyes a blush on my face.

"Yeah well, you're gonna have to deal with it, just like me," I tell him and shove him a bit away. "Because of you I have to wear a fucking scarf in summer," he chuckles at that, shaking his head, a smirk on his lips.

"I might have to take advantage of that scarf and create some more before I can't," he starts coming back over, but I push him back while giggling.

"Don't even think about it! I am fucking sweating!" We finally reach the 20th floor and Nick opens the only door on said floor. Yes, Clay, George and Nick owned a penthouse and it was fucking beautiful. It had 2 floors and the first floor was basically an open floor plan.

"I don't know if you brought any swimwear, but we're out on the balcony by the pool," Nick says as he closes the door behind us. He took off his shirt as we walked through the apartment and I try so hard not to look.

"I did, but you and I both know that I can't take off this scarf," I tell him with a pointed look. He chuckled, dumping my bag on the couch in the living room.

"Oops," he says turning around to stick his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes and watch him run to the balcony, the glass doors wide open, and jumps straight into the pool. Clay getting splashed as he managed to land right next to the man relaxing on a blow-up mattress.

"WHAT!" Clay instantly yells and I can't help but giggle loudly at my brothers startled expression.

"I'm sure you needed some cold water on you," I tell him as I walk outside and sit with George at the table that is covered with a big beach umbrella.

"Ha ha, very funny," Clay fake laughs. "Why don't you come in, see how you like the cold."

"Nah, I think I'm good," I chuckle, I watch as Clay and Nick start play fighting in the water. A bright smile gracing my lips. 'God, if only'.

"Y/n, it's like one of the hottest days yet, why are you wearing a scarf?" George asks after a while, probably having battled himself about asking or not beforehand.

"I- I get cold... easily," I try to lie tho it's obvious. I can tell he doesn't believe me but decides to drop the subject for now. Thank goodness for that. I turn, looking at Nick and sent him a glare, not that he noticed.

If you haven't caught on yet, Nick is my boyfriend. Has been for a bit over a month now. Clay doesn't know this and we both want to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer. We like each other very much, but just in case it doesn't end up working out. I don't want Clay to have to worry about it. Along with the fact that he would probably smack Nick the moment he knew he had laid his hands on me. I like Nick a lot and I don't plan on letting that idiot go any time soon but I also don't want to ruin their friendship. Especially since I know how protective Clay is of me as his younger sister.

Nick had been over at my place yesterday and left a few very noticeable hickeys on me. I had gotten pretty used to them, hell, I loved them if I was being honest. Made me feel loved and to me, it just showed how possessive he was over me. It made me blush just thinking about it.

"You're staring at Nick for an awfully long time there, Y/n," George whispers, startling me out of my daydream.

"I am not, I don't know what you're on about," I tell him but I can tell he doesn't believe me from the smirk playing on his lips.

"Hmm, yeah, okay, sure," he smirks, sending a wink my way. 'Wait! Does he know!?'. "Yes I do know, do you honestly think Nick could keep it to himself for this long?"

"I-" I sigh and shake my head. "I guess not," you knew how excited Nick could get. I just pray to god he hadn't told Clay anything. Then again, if he knew I would have known by now.

"Anyways, you know he'll find out sooner or later," he says, gesturing with his head to Clay. "You might wanna tell him before he finds out."

"I know," I sigh and look away from George.

"Alright, what pizzas do you guys want?" Clay asks and he drops his ass down on the chair next to me. Nick sat in front of me, George next to him. It was now past 7 in the evening, the sun now luckily having moved behind the apartment building so we had at least some shadow and it was slowly cooling down.

"Can I have BBQ Chicken and Bacon?" I ask giving him pouty lips, not that I needed too but he chuckled anyways. He added it to the order also adding his own, Nicks and Georges.

"Alright, they should be here in tops 30 mins," he announces, placing his phone down on the table so we can all see the app as it shows us what Dominos is doing with the order. "Now, sister dearest, mind telling me why you're wearing a scarf?" Woah, straight to the point, huh? He props his elbow on the table, leaning his head on his hand.

"I am just cold," I try to sound as convincing as possible. But he obviously sees straight through me.

"Hmm, yeah I don't believe it," he says shaking his head. 'Okay, now what? I guess I could just show him and not tell him who made them? Ugh, well here goes nothing I guess'.

"Okay, fine, I'm not cold," I sigh and with a bit of hesitation I take the scarf off. From the corner of my eye, I can see Nick trying to hold back a smirk as his hickeys on my skin slowly come into view.

"Y/N! WHAT!" Clay instantly bursts out in overprotectiveness. "Who do I need to beat!"

"Calm down, you don't need to beat anyone," I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"Fine, I'll just have a nice talk with them, so who?"

"It's no one important, just some guy at a friends party," I lie as I look down at my lap. As long as I don't look at him he can't tell I'm lying, right? I look up slightly at Nick who, looks back at me, and is biting his lip. Probably just as scared about telling Clay the truth as I am. I will be begging on my knees just to make sure Clay wouldn't smack Nick just over a few bruises on my neck. "Please just let it go, I am fine okay?" Just then the bell rings, Clay mutters a fine and goes to answer the door.

"I don't get why you guys can't just tell him," George states when he's sure Clay is out of ear shot.

"Did you not see how he just reacted?" I ask him like it's obvious. "I am sorry, but I would rather not have him smack Nick in the face over hickeys."

"Look, George, I wanna tell him," Nick starts, sighing slightly. "And I don't mind if he hits because I know he is protective of, Y/n, but we're both scared it will change the friendship we have."

"Alright fine, but don't you think it's better that he hears it from you instead of finding it out himself?" The question leaves both Nick and me silent. I glance at him with a defeated look, knowing that George is right.

Eating is slightly awkward after that, but we still talk and joke around a bit. Soon enough it's 11 ish and I'm in the guest bedroom by myself. Sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and face in my hands. I am so mad at myself for not being able to tell my own brother what's really going on. He deserves to know, but what if it ruins his friendship with Nick! I don't want that to happen. I don't want that guilt. I hear two knocks on the door, knowing it's Nick, I answer yeah, not moving from my position.

"Hey," Nick says quietly as he enters the room, closing the door behind him. He walks over to the bed and sits down next to me. Gently taking my hands away from my face. "Look, I know we planned on waiting," he says while he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My head falling onto his shoulder as soon as I'm close enough to do so. "But I think we should tell him."

"I know," I pout slightly but he's quick to bend forward and take it away with a soft lingering peck. A small smile gracing my lips when he pulls away. "I am sorry in advance."

"Eh, it will be fine," he chuckles softly. "Might get punched, but I'm sure I can deal with it."

"Should we tell him tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think we should," he sighs slightly and I can tell he's at least a little bit scared. He turns to look at me again placing his lips on mine again. I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands lay gently, yet tightly on my hips. "No matter the outcome tomorrow, I am not letting you slip away that easily," he says once we pull way, our foreheads pressed together.

"Good, cause the same goes to you," I smirk, nuzzling his nose with mine sweetly. "I like you too much to just let you go."

After one more goodnight kiss, he leaves the room to go to his own. Agreeing to tell him when we see him first thing tomorrow morning. I would have preferred it if he stayed, so we could cuddle, but I knew we couldn't risk Clay walking in and finding out that way. So with a sigh, I settle into bed and try my best to sleep. I mostly end up staring at the ceiling as all types of scenarios of tomorrow run through my mind. Grabbing the pillow from beside me I shove it in my face. 'Just sleep!' I tell my mind.

Morning comes quicker than I thought, the light coming in through the window waking me up gently. Today is the day. With a big yawn, I sit up and stretch. I look around the room for a sec before my eyes settle on my bag. Climbing out of bed I grab a simple pair of shorts (no, not short shorts, how in the hell is that comfortable anyway?) along with a plain white v neck shirt. I swiftly change my underwear and bra, jumping into the clean clothes and then make my way out of the bedroom. Going into the bathroom, I leave the door open as I brush my teeth with the spare toothbrush Clay had bought for me months ago.

"Morning," Nick says as he walks in, he had his own bathroom - lucky him - but it kinda became routine for him to join me whenever I was here. I sent him an awkward smile while brushing my teeth through the mirror. He grins, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His head gently resting on my shoulder as he still looked tired. "You nervous?" He asks softly, I nod before tapping his arm. He lets go of me so I can spit and rinse.

"I am, do you know if he's awake yet?" I ask as we leave the bathroom, walking towards the kitchen. "What time is it anyways?"

"Uhm, about to be 10 I think, and I have no clue. It is Friday tho, could be going grocery shopping," he answers opening up a cupboard, taking out two bowls. I go and grab the milk carton from the nearly empty fridge, setting it down next to Nick as he fills both bowls with cereal. I hop on the counter sitting on the corner, right next to him.

"Thank you," I smile when he hands me my bowl along with a spoon. He comes closer standing between my legs as we both eat in silence for a bit. "Do you think he'll react differently because he knows you?"

"I am not sure, I hope it gives me some type of immunity but I wouldn't be surprised if I would still get a scolding from him," he answers. Setting down his bowl and taking mine from me he moves closer. Wrapping his arms around my waist he sighs excessively when his head leans on my shoulder. I smile softly, pecking the top of his head, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"I'm sure it will be okay in the end," I squeeze him a little, getting a chuckle from him. Moving his head, I feel his lips connect to my neck. My cheeks immediately heating up with a blush. "Nick-!" I whisper yell as he starts leaving gentle kisses all over my neck.

"Shh, just let me have this," he shushes me, going back to littering my neck with kisses, sucking every now and then. I knew exactly why he was doing this. He was nervous, he needed a distraction and right now, sucking hickeys was the best distraction. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to moan, just in case one of the two others living in this apartment would hear it. It just always felt so good when he did this. He was so gentle with it, yet rough when he would bite my skin. After a while I gently pull the hair on the back of his head, getting the hint he pulls away from my neck. I look into his gorgeous eyes for a second, before closing my own and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue playing with mine in a teasing manner.

A sudden thud and objects rolling over the floor makes us jump and pull away from each other. There in the doorway stood Clay and George, I could see the latter roll his eyes as he walked in and placed his bags on the island.

"You're kidding," is surprisingly the first thing that comes out of Clay's mouth. When no one answers he shakes his head. "You know what, get out of the kitchen. I- I need to think," Nick is quick to pull me out of the kitchen. I look back in shock. Now, this was definitely not how I was expecting him to respond. We end up on the balcony sitting at the table in the shade.

"Well, there goes the plan of just telling him," Nick says in defeat.

"I guess so," I mumble, playing with his fingers nervously. "I don't know what will happen now."

"Me neither, but I think it's going to be alright," his phone dings. "George is talking with him while they're putting the groceries away," he informs me.

Third POV

"How did I not realize?" Clay mutters as he put all the fridge items away. "Did you know?" He asks George who is packing away in the storage closet. A sigh coming from said closet confirms his suspicion.

"Look, I haven't known for long, basically a week at most," George tells the somewhat angered older brother. "But I know for a fact Nick likes her very much."

"She's my little sister-"

"I know, but you know Nick. He would never hurt her on purpose," leaning his head against the fridge door, Clay bangs his head on it once. George chuckling at the sight. "Y/n is also old enough to make her own decisions, alright?"

"Ugh, I know," with a frustrated sigh he walks over to a pillar leaning against it, looking out to the balcony where the couple sat. Y/n had a bright smile on her face as the two talked. Nicks hand holding hers, his thumb stroking comfortingly on the back of her hand. "Is it bad that I hate that they look cute," George laughs, clapping his hand on Clay's shoulder.

"That's brotherhood for ya I guess," with one more sigh, Clay starts walking towards the balcony. George following behind him. Y/n's eyes widen when she notices the two walking over.

"Look, Clay, we were gonna tell you," she says and clay could hear the fear in her voice.

"It's okay," he tells her, sitting down beside her.

"Really?" Nick asked unsure if this was real.

"Yes, but I swear, if you hurt my sister, you're actually gonna get smacked," Clay chuckles as Nick pulls Y/n into his embrace, her back against his chest. Giving her a gentle peck on the cheek, and Clay can't help but be happy for his little sister and best friend. They looked so happy together. He for sure knew Nick was a whole lot better than any other person Y/n had dated before him. Not that there were a lot, but they were dicks nonetheless. "Just please, don't cover her in hickeys too much, cause I do not wanna see that," A blush instantly forms on Y/n's cheeks as she shrinks into Nicks embrace.

"I am sorry, I'll do my best to hold back," Nick says with a smirk on his lips.

"Thank you, Clay."

11 months later - Y/n POV

"Are you sure, Clay and George will be gone the entire weekend?" I ask Nick as soon as we enter the apartment.

"Yes I'm sure, now I actually get to spent alone time with you babe," he says tickling my sides as he pushes me into the bathroom. "Now go change, I'll be in the pool when you're ready!" With that, he runs off to the pool.

"Idiot," I chuckle closing the door to the bathroom. I swiftly change into my bathing suit pulling on the edges feeling just the tiniest bit self-conscious.

After a little pep talk to myself, I make my way to the balcony. Looking from behind a pillar I notice Nick in the water, floating on his back with his eyes closed. With a grin, I run for the pool and jump in right next to him.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," Nick says as soon as I reach the surface. I giggle, squealing when I get splashed with water. Diving underwater I swim away from Nick. "Oh no you don't," Nick chuckles swimming after me. Hands take hold of my waist, stopping me from swimming any further. Nick turns me around, bringing us up from the water. "Gotcha," giggling I wrap my arms around his neck.

"God I missed you," I tell him, playing with his wet hair. We hadn't seen each other for two weeks as both of us had been busy, but we were sure to keep this weekend free for our first year anniversary.

"I missed you too," leaning in he gives me a gentle peck. Moving is slowly to the edge of the pool. "Hmm, I think that neck of yours is a bit too clear for me," he smirks instantly diving for my neck. I squeal feeling his lips layer kisses upon kisses. Sucking and biting on my skin making me moan scratching my nails on his back at the amazing feeling. We had gone pretty far already over the past few months but it still felt new and so exciting every time. I wrap my legs around his middle, squeezing him tight. Biting just below my jaw he makes his way up, kissing his way to my lips. We stare into each other's eyes breaking contact every once and a while to deliver lingering pecks.

"I love you," I whisper sincerely, my brain wants me to look away in case of rejection but I will myself to keep staring into his beautiful eyes. I can see shock shoot over his face but it's quickly replaced with a gentle smile. Leaning forward he connects our lips, the kiss filled with passion making me almost forget he didn't say it back. It gives a tiny pinch of pain in my heart, but I tell myself it's alright. He could just not be ready to tell me and I need to accept that.

That night we end up on the couch watching a movie, tho I wasn't really watching. I cuddled into Nick's chest, him gently stroking my back as he tries to gently lull me to sleep. When I'm close to falling asleep he quietly whispers four words to me, making me grin just slight as to not give away I was actually awake.

"I love you too."

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Let me know what you think and maybe hopefully stick around for a few more!

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gnfpond · 3 years ago

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⊹ what dating georgenotfound would be like

you'd ask him if he has eaten (bcs he forgets sometime) by messaging him and his phone would ping loudly cause he has your notifs on. when he checks your message he just starts smiling like crazy :(( and responds to you. chat would automatically know its you by the way he's smiling

you'd interrupt his streams and tell him to sit straighter or drink his water and he loves that about you.

if you both had trouble expressing emotions with words your actions would speak louder. you'd make his bed and he would wash the dishes. you'd dry his hair and he would massage your back after a long day.

if you were overly affectionate, he'd talk to you about him having trouble showing emotions but would try his best to make you feel loved.

he would like to keep your love life private and would not like to talk much about your private life on stream.

sometimes, he would stream the whole day so he would compensate by cuddling you while watching your favourite movies another day

he'd be a bit protective over you because the internet is scary which is basically the reason he talks less about you.

he'd show you fanarts his (and yours if you're a content creator) fans made of you and him.

you'd go on casual dates with him. something about going to buy groceries at one am or just a stroll in the park is so romantic to him.

if you would have trouble with your computer, he'd help you but ask for cuddles in return.

he'd always be down to hold your hand in public :)) he'd even give you sneaky kisses on the cheek/forehead. he'd decline fans asking him for photos when he's in public with you.

why do i think he'd be obsessed with your hands?????? like he would live in your hands if he could. your hands just fit so well in his and he finds it so relaxing to play with your fingers.

remember when i said he would massage your back? yeah, after a long day of work or just a mentally tiring day, he'd comfort so well :( i know a lot of writers say that he's bad at comforting but i disagree. he'd know just the words that make your mind relax. he'd hold your hand and play with your hair till you fall asleep <3

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crystalcow · 3 years ago

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Hello friend! May I request cc dsmp secret s/o having a bad day and walking in while they're streaming and not even caring they just want to be held while listening to their steam so they crawl into their lap and just sit there while they play? Sorry for the long and complicated request! Here's is a funny meme to thank you for your creative writing services!

𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑊𝑎𝑠𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛

Masterlist

Dream x reader !cc

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: more fluff and unplanned writing

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I shot up from the bed gasping for air, the previous nightmare screwing over in my head. I coughed looking around my surroundings, an insurance that I’m back into the safety of reality.

I noticed an absence of the place next to me, frowning looking around for my boyfriend. He should be editing or on call with his actual lovers at the moment, best to not disturb.

Deciding that I should get up, I hauled myself out of the sheets bringing it down to the floor with me as I collided into the ground. I groaned sitting up, rubbing the backside of my head.

I proceeded with my morning routine, looking around for the coffee beans in the cabinet. Once I found them I was sad to see the bag empty, the word throwing a dawn of despair my way today.

I whined giving up before throwing myself onto the couch, deciding to check twitch on my phone. The notification popped up at the top of my screen, clicking on it shocked to see it was actually true.

DreamWasTaken Went live!

I smiled watching my boyfriend mess around the smp with Sapnap and George, answering different questions the chat threw at them. Most of them were about a meet up or when the next Minecraft manhunt was coming out.

“Do you have a partner? Cause you can hit me up any day”

The question threw me off guard as Dream read it out loud, chuckling to try avoiding it. “Yeah dream, do you have a lover? I mean I doubt it but..” George teased, my enjoyment in this small little segment growing.

“Of course he does, and it’s me!” Sapnap jokingly threw out, making their minecraft characters kiss while making little ‘mwahs’. I laughed before accidentally dropping my phone onto my face.

My nose crinkled as I threw my phone to the floor, hoping it didn’t crack from my sheer stupidity. I cringed as patches stepped over onto it, smashing my poor phone deeper into the hard wood floor.

I gently picked the kitten up setting her onto my lap, tears welling in my eyes as I looked at the cracked screen. It was already fairly damaged making this it’s final straw..

Damnit

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I chuckled as I read the question that popped up on the screen, moving my character around in circles. I hummed trying to avoid it but of course George had to bring it up again.

“Yeah dream do you have a lover..? I doubt it tho.” I scoffed at the British man hitting his netherite armor, both of them fully aware of my partner, even speaking to them time to time off camera.

“Of course he does, and it’s me!” Sapnap shouted out making his way to kiss my character, the both of us crouching mocking small noises. “Hm but no I don’t, heh.” I laughed it off, a small ping in my heart from the lie.

I hate lying about being single especially since I knew Y/n was watching the stream. We never really talked about the fan art and shipping, they never really shown any dis comfort in it tho. We just keep saying, ‘it’s best to keep our relationship a secret from the internet!’

It’s my personal life anyways

Only a certain group of people know, like my close friends and family. I’d rather not see them getting attacked by toxic stans all the time, bad enough I have to deal with them myself.

“Mm you sure about that?” Sapnap kept going on, I made a mental note to yell at him later for it. “What if it’s the Nickelodeon hot tub person!” George perked up as I just let my head fall onto the desk.

So I prompted to what I do best

GeorgenotFound was slained by Dream using [Nightmare]

I looked over, muting my mic as the door handle jiggled. I smiled as a small head perked inside, Slowly fully walking into my office as if there were hidden cameras around.

I watched curiously as they made their way into my lap, legs on either side of my chair straddling me. “Well hello there.” I laughed drawing my lovers head closer to my chest, carefully running my fingers through their hair.

“You okay?” I muttered worried after not hearing a reply, soft clicks onto the keyboard as I sent a message to someone on discord. “Bad day..” Y/n mumbled into my neck, the small vibrations sending a small tingle down my spine.

“Wanna listen to me and the guys?” I asked as they nodded snuggling further into my hoodie. I used one hand to control the game, using my free one to scratch their head and rub the small of their back.

Unmuting as I made a quick excuse, continuing on with the game making sure not to be too loud. “Yeah patches wanted some attention, but it’s okay since she’s worth it.” I laughed as chat filled with ‘awws.’

I looked down to the resting person on my lap, watching as their eyes fluttered as I talked. Being faceless really did come in handy at times, knowing that this beautiful sight was for me and my love.

“Really worth it..”

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Sorry if this isn’t the best, I’ve been in a sort of writing slump recently! Also if you wanted multiple then I can do another one like this with more, or a different cc.

As always! Request and ask anything, and ask if you want to be on a taglist!

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