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[itsfeckinwimdy]

Zzz - Soulmate Short

c!GeorgeNotFound x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Letter: Z = Zzz (In which soulmates first meet each other and share memories in their dreams before meeting each other in person - this can be difficult to accomplish as dreams are hard to remember.)

Word count: 111 words

Warnings: c!George's sleep problems, mentions of nightmares.

DSMP Masterlist / Soulmate Shorts masterlist

Published: 07/09/2021

George struggled with sleeping. Ironic right? Well, it wasn’t the falling asleep part, more so the side effects.

He was never sure if he had actually woken up or not from his sleep state. However, he was learning. In his dreams, there was always a constant. Them. His soulmate would appear, and he could talk to them but in reality, he had no idea who it was.

One minute he would be having a nightmare and the next they would be there pulling him out of his hellish dream and into the meadow near L’Manberg, calming him from the terrors he had to face.

But still, he could never find them.

[sunshinejins]

so my friend, our time is done

Maybe it’s the scrape of obsidian against the cerulean sky, the black against soaring blue. Or maybe it’s how the building stands strong in the middle of the land like it’s meant to be there, but how regardless, the world around it looks like it could be dying. Perhaps it’s the reminder of how simple things used to be before the entire world went up in flames. Nah, George thinks, he just hates it because it’s the fucking prison.

*** otherwise known as my attempt of an angsty character study on c!sapnap and c!george which you can read here on my ao3!

[lvyu]

georgenotfound x reader

summary: soulmate’s can feel the other’s pain and often, it proves to be a curse more than a blessing.

notes: sad, sad georgie.

warnings: character death

soulmates are such a lovely thing, really– even if some connections hurt more than others.

george was a good man and you’d found each other no more than three years ago and even if it was a little awkward and rocky start, you’d grown to love each other. you weren’t a clumsy person per say, but you did have the occasional trip over air and bump into a doorway. coincidentally, or by fate you’d prefer to say, on a trip to the uk with your friends you ended up bumping into george when you scraped your knee.

despite the common knowledge that soulmates existed, george still persisted that your meeting was pure coincidence, but he didn’t stop you from indulging in the belief of fate and destiny. he enjoyed hearing you talk about your fascination with the universe and how it all worked, how everything could possibly be planned– about soulmates. he grew to love it just as much as you did.

for the last couple of days, he’d been more tired than usual and been spending more time sleeping. you didn’t mind, teasing him and taking the occasional nap with him when you weren’t busy. it wasn’t an unusual occurrence, actually, almost a monthly routine now.

it was normal.

he was sleeping while you opted to go out to buy groceries. it wasn’t very far, barely twenty minutes in a car. he didn’t expect you to be gone long— nor did he expect to be jolted awake at 3:23 p.m. by sharp pain in his head. pain only followed by more, much more, everywhere. he gasped and stumbled out of bed, desperately trying to find his phone among the numerous trinkets on the nightstand.

the rest is a blur.

there was an insufferable screeching noise, screaming, and little tune he remembers too– his ringer. a voice, his quick breathing and sore legs, yells and beeping, a bright light and awful medicinal stench... then waiting— so much waiting.

an ‘i’m sorry’

silence,

then nothing.

...

he didn’t think he liked soulmates very much anymore.

[dysfunctionalcrab]

jealous

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns gender neutral

genre: hint of angst, fluff

requested by anon: hi! could I maybe request an imagine where george gets jealous so he needs to be reassured while you cuddle him at night? thank u!!

note:• super short and definitely not my proudest work :/ this was written in like 10 minutes while i’m waiting for my order at mcdonald’s :)

if somebody were to ask george whether he trusted you, it would be a wholehearted yes. of course he did. he knew he had nothing to worry about.

but his friends seem to irritate him even more tonight, after allowing you to sit with him on his stream, multiple comments were made by dream and sapnap, flustering you and making him a feel only a little insecure.

of course george knew that it was all fun and games, he knew they were only doing it to spite him, but it still got under his skin.

“i can’t even be mad at george for cheating on me with someone so hot,” dream would joke, and although you let out a genuine chuckle, it was followed by a fake one from george. he didn’t like it one bit.

you knew george well, and you knew exactly how he was feeling, especially by the mannerisms during the stream. getting touchier, staying silent. when the stream ended, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of guilt.

“george,” you called his name as he got up. he didn’t look at you. you bit your lip, wondering if he was really mad at you for playing along

“i love you, you know that, right?” you said again, earning a small glance from him. he offered you a sad smile.

“yeah, i do,” he said. pulling his phone out from his pocket and jumping onto the bed. your eyebrows furrowed at his actions. you pouted.

“geeeorge,” you dragged out, joining him on the bed. “are you really mad at me?” you asked him. he felt a pang in his chest as his eyes met yours, laced with sorrow. he sighed in defeat.

“no, no obviously i’m not,” he reassured you. “i just- i mean i just get jealous, you know? ,” he admitted.

this took you by surprise, as george, the man who literally never communicated, was communicating.

your heart sank. his eyes were embarrassed to look at yours

impulsively, you grabbed his face and his cheeks, peppering kisses all over his face. “i love you, you never need to feel insecure or jealous, okay?,” along with other cheesy reassuring lines. george scrunched his nose up in delight

“okay, okay,” he playfully pushed you off him, his sad smile now replaced with a happy one. you grinned at the fact you managed to make him smile. you then, without a warning, wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, and kissing the top edge of his shoulder.

“i really do!” you said again.

george looked at you lovingly, his eyes were soft. “i know,” he stated. “i love you too,”

those three words would always fill your heart with happiness. when george said it, he meant it, and you knew that. he fell asleep extra cuddly that night, his hands entwined with yours, as if he was holding on to you forever.

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[luna-teeth]

Be Right Back | GeorgeNotFound

Summary: George is sicker than he thought

Rating: Emetophilia, vomiting, sickfic

Authors note: There is no smut in this fic. I am just tagging for the vomit.

“Hey guys. I haven’t been streaming much this past week. Or- I haven’t been streaming at all. I’ve been pretty sick, and I’m still not feeling a hundred percent, but I’m here and I’m gonna do my best to seem alive,” George said, as he began the night’s stream. He had, in fact, been ill for a while now, but it seemed to him he should try to stream at least a short while.

Even now, as he assured the viewers that he was feeling better, his whole body ached. There was the incessant, disgusting feeling of snot dripping down the back of this throat, and if he wasn’t careful, down his face. Used tissues had piled up like snow banks on the desk and floor, and he thought to himself that he needed to clean them up. He sniffled slightly.

“Alright. With that out of the way, let’s get started,” George said into the mic, trying to get comfortable.

“I’m going to jump onto the SMP today and see who’s on.”

George sniffled, and he was certain his mic had picked it up. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

There was an odd feeling in his stomach, like it was too heavy and full. This struck him as somewhat odd. He hadn’t eaten much on account of just feeling pretty shitty all day. He had to hold back a disgruntled grumble at the thought, deciding to sniffle again instead.

“So, it doesn’t look like a lot of people are on. We might just be having a chill stream today. I might even try to build my own house again.”

George was surprised by a burp, covering his mouth with his hand. He apologized to the stream again, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead as he spoke, trying to feel his own temperature. If he had a fever, he couldn’t tell.

“What do you guys think? Should I try my mushroom cottage again or try something different?”

George went to move his character, letting out a laugh.

“Mushroom house it is.”

He sniffled again.

“Hopefully it doesn’t get burned down this time.” he said, rolling his eyes.

George slowly became aware of a twisting feeling in his stomach. He let out a shaky breath as sweat broke out over his skin. He swallowed hard, but there was a sudden rush of spit to his mouth. He knew the feeling well enough to move his mic out of the way, trying to slow his breathing and stay calm.

He clenched his fingers up, then relaxed them, the sickly feeling in his gut not leaving. George bit down on his lip, trying to fight back the building nausea.

Suddenly, it was too late.

He retched, leaning forward as his stomach clenched up. George brought up a sticky, yellow fluid into his lap. He spat and gagged at the sour taste, prompting a second gush of vomit to spill out of him. George could feel the nasty substance soaking into his sweatpants. As he slapped one hand over his mouth, he hurriedly pulled the mic closer.

“Uh, hey guys, I’ll be right back,” he muttered hastily, his voice a little scratchy from throwing up. He put up a BRB screen as fast as he could manage, becoming more and more aware by the second of the cooling puke in his lap. He figured he had been fortunate he hadn’t projectiled onto his computer.

George contemplated how to go about standing up without spilling vomit onto the floor. He decided the best course of action was to slide his gooey pants off and ball them up as best as possible. George sighed. He stood to go throw the pants into the washing machine, sniffling.

“At least,” he muttered to himself, “I’m not nauseous anymore.”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

for the yt prompts, 12 for wilbur, 3 for george, 9 for badboyhalo, 8 for sapnap and 4 for dream if you can and if its still open

This is the George one! This is also my first time writing for George so I hope that it’s okay and that you enjoy!

3 - “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

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“I’ll just be right back guys,” George said to both his stream and Dream and Sapnap, who were bickering over something that he had long since lost sense of.

“Alright,” was the only response he got from Dream, who immediately returned to his disagreement with Sapnap.

George shut off his face cam as quick as he could, standing from his chair and making his way out of his room in search of his girlfriend, who he knew had just returned home from work.

“There you are,” he smiled when he saw her.

Y/N turned to face him and George was rather concerned to see that she was on the brink of tears.

“Hey,” she managed to croak out.

“Hey - what’s wrong? What’s happened?” George asked, wrapping his arms around her, Y/N nestling her face into the crook of his neck and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent in search of comfort.

“I’ve had the worst day,” Y/N confessed, sniffling.

“I’m sorry,” George murmured, kissing her hair gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Y/N mumbled. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is - what can I do?”

“I just... want to... be with you?” Y/N requested nervously.

“Well I’m streaming with Dream and Sapnap at the moment, but you can sit on my lap until I finish and I’ll keep face cam off so that stream doesn’t see you,” George suggested, smiling at her.

“Won’t they mind?”

“Dream and Sapnap love you,” George dismissed. “And most of the stream does as well,” he added. Y/N gave him a watery smile.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course it is,” George chuckled. “Go and get changed out of your work clothes, I’ll make you some tea and we’ll meet back at my computer, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[dysfunctionalcrab]

teddy bear

written for @mayasimagines 600 event!

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

prompt: ‘where in the hell did you find that?’

with one giant heave you finally managed to get the box down. you wiped the back your hand against your forehead and sighed.

you had been meaning to clear out the attic for some time now, you just never found the right moment to do it. luckily, it was spring break, so you decided to stop being lazy and just get on with it.

the attic was filled with boxes of old ornaments and clothes and other miscellaneous items. you curiously opened up the one of the cardboard boxes laying there.

you smiled at the memories of the some the items you found, your old polaroid camera, an old hoodie that was way too small for you now, your old yearbook, but then your eye caught something interesting.

-

george heard a knock on the door. immediately, he turned around in his swivel chair. “yeah?” he called out.

you entered the room slowly, hoping that he wasn’t currently streaming. no, he was just playing a game on his computer. with a grin he greeted you and took off his headphones “oh, hey [y/n]!”

you walked up to him and smiled softly, you didn’t respond but only held out a small silver teddy bear. he looked at the small stuffed bear that was in your hands. he raised an eyebrow. “where in the hell did you find that?”

“i was clearing out some of the boxes in the attic, i found it one of them,” you handed it to him and he took it from you, looking down at the cute but slightly ragged stuffed bear. “do you remember that day?” you asked him

of course he did. it was your second ‘official’ date, where you dragged him to a funfair despite his complaints.

-

“get on the ride with me, please?,” you begged him with pleading eyes. you were holding his arm and ready to drag him towards it.

the fairground grew luminous against the pitch black sky, bright neon lights came from all different directions.

“nope.” he said sternly. “you won’t get me on it. rides make me feel sick,”. he answered. you only huffed, deciding that you weren’t going to overstep any boundaries, this was only your second date, after all.

“fine.” you rolled your eyes. “then i’m going to get some hot dogs,”. the air was filled mouthwatering aromas of hotdogs, it only made you crave one, “stay here while i get them,”

“shouldn’t i come with you?”

“nah it’s fine, it’s too crowded,”

george watched you disappear into the mob of people. people were bombarding almost every food station there was. he was starting to get a little nervous, thinking you were annoyed at him, maybe he should’ve gotten on that ride

you, on the other hand, were thinking about hotdogs

you started to make made your way back after about 10 minutes. you thanked the man and handed him a 5 pound note.

you made your way back to where you had left him, squinting at the myriad of vibrant colours being illuminated onto your face. but your expression twisted with confusion when you realised he wasn’t there. you looked around in a panic, where could he have possibly gone?

“[y/n]!” you heard your name. you turned around and felt yourself relax when you saw him pushing himself through the crowd.

“where did you go?” you asked him.

he didn’t respond, but only held out a small silver teddy bear. you looked down at the small stuffed bear that was in his hands, it was fluffy with two polished black eyes. “i won you a bear,”

you felt your heart beat faster in your chest, “you won me a bear?”

“yeah,” he held it out to you. “i know it’s small, but the giant ones were kinda already gone,”. you beamed at him, if you weren’t holding two hotdogs you would have grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

“aww, well, thank you,” you told him, feeling a little flustered at the act. “it’s so cute!” you said, your face getting warmer. you handed him his hotdog, and he handed you the bear. you held it close to your chest.

you didn’t notice, but george was looking at you lovingly, watching your eyes glisten as you did so.

-

almost four years since then, and you still had the same spark in your eyes. he smiled fondly at the memories, remembering how awkward he was with you then, and how comfortable he is with you now.

he held the bear to his chest, and you looked at him lovingly.

he then glanced up at you, opening up his arms. happily, you accepted his invite and melted into his touch. there was nothing else between the two of you, just a loving silence filling the room. he kissed the crown of your forehead. you smiled, letting out a content sigh.

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

I’ve been binging the Dream SMP bc I love Dream and it’s so relaxing atm, but I’m just so aware that it’s about to dissolve into chaos and I’m not sure how ready I am for that

Also this is the official post saying that I will be accepting blurb requests for Dream, George, Sapnap, etc, set both IRL or within the SMP - you can check out the 5k prompt list here if you want to request in time for the celebration :)