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worrabei · 1 year ago

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OKAY, hear me out before reading the text below: this blog of mine is just a place, where I can see my progress in many of things, and writing in english is one of them. the deal is - english is not my native language, and my way of writing can look very bad.

if you decide to read my little sketch, firstly - good luck; and secondly, if when you see some dumb mistakes - feel free to comment because learning stuff is fun!

(also I'm like probably need to do a disclaimer or something like this, but I don't know how :D)

well, it's just fluff (?), without any triggers and just something that was in my head for a while. also I'm using the real names on the dream team in this text. actually, all my thoughts slowly became a whole au (this is the right word for it, right?), so if I will be really confident, maybe I write something else....

UGH this is again a super long text, I'M SORRY.

imagine that you've been friends with «dream team» for an almost a three years.

originally you were an employee on a mr. beast team, something that others would call an errand boy (well, errand girl in your case). but despite your small position in a whole team, everyone was simply in love with you. you just were a little shining star, that everybody adored. and beside that, you knew how to do your job. and by one of these hard-working days, you've meet sapnap.

there were a small pause between shooting for a new challenge video, where nick was one of the judges, and it happend that you both had a chance to chat for a little bit. you two find in each other someone nice, almost like a soulmate. when you too start to speak about different topics, including hobbies and favorite things, something just clicked. after a shooting, y'all just spontaneously decided to go for a walk. you both just can't stop talking, and after a hour or so, you find yourself on a basketball court. the day slowly becoming an evening, there only a few people around, and you two with beer cans just lazily playing basketball.

and after that day your life just start change entirely.

after sapnap you've met sunshine with name karl, and then dream, george, even quackity. the boys was also amazed with your warm personality and you all pretty fast become great buddies. you start to show in theirs instagram photos, twitter posts, stories. you've slowly become an important member of their group. staying for a movie night, cook for them, give a ride on your car, making birthday presents, spending time in video games, and eventually joining the streams.

to be honest, chat was kinda aggressive by the first time and full of comments like "omg why are they even let this girl to join, she's just ruining all the fun" and bunch of other not-so-nice words. guys were super sorry that you have to deal with all this hate, but you honestly won't making a big deal out of that. you just continue to show up from time to time, and slowly but surely people realize that your "boring" side was actually a "super caring" side.

and only after this realization everybody understand how cool actually your character resonates with sometimes childish characters of the rest of the group. the memes start to full the internet, boys start jokingly addresses to you like "sweet mother of ours", and you were very audible and visible cringing at the name, but they're just unstoppable.

and after a two and a half years of your friendship, after george finally gets a visa and clay does a face reveal, four of you guys finally moved together.

and that simply become a golden era of your friendship.

you spend mornings with george, when you get ready for work and this man with no sleep schedule gives you company. at the moment that you start making a breakfast, this man just magically appears with his cute puppy eyes, and after the few times when your plate was getting empty for about a fifteen seconds, you just start to cook for you two. imagine: dark room with only one working lamp, you both eating some puffy pancakes, drinking something warm, chatting and silently giggling. it's a little foggy outside, and almost absolute silence. sounds really comforting, does it not? after you finished eating, you give george a small kiss on his head, maybe mess up with his hair and beg him to get some rest.

the days fly by really fast, when you making stuff with dream. join the stream for a moment? sure. what about the new idea for the video/song? tell me everything. maybe you want to go to the shopping together? get in my car, clay. you freely can go to his room when silence in your head gets too loud. often you just knock on his room door shyly, and ask if you can sit on the bed while dealing with work. and he never refuse. also you absolutely love to draw him in the moments when he really focused on something, maybe make him a few more knitted hats or something cute, but stupid. and he absolutely melts at every single touch. you just need to tell him that everything is okay, and he always can find a support in his friends. and he's so thankful for this.

and finally, you want the evenings to never end because you spend them with sapnap. he don't want to show it, but you just see it anyways - he cares about you. of course, that doesn't mean that other guys don't care, but sapnap do it in his own way and you really appreciate it. almost every evening he casually walks into your room, and if he sees how tired you look because of the work, all his appearance softens immediately. with his silent, raspy voice he asks how do you feel. and if your answer not satisfying enough, nick just casually says that he's going to wait you in the car. and that means - this evening going to be awesome. you both have no clue what are you going to do tonight, but that's just more fun, right? basketball court, just like in the old times? eating junk food in the car, while chatting and shouting the songs? skateboarding park, when nick trying to impress you, but just stupidly falls and now you need to bandage all his wounds, while you just can't stop from laughing? (he's trying to act offended, but inside he's all fluff, believe me).

but sometimes you decide to hang out in the house. sapnap picks up some random film, brings more pillows and blankets, you cook (or order) snaks, and you both just simply chilling together after a long day. and I don't need to tell that almost every time the rest of the group decide to join. maybe it's even spontaneously become a movie night? who knows. you can't even blink, and it's 3am already, the third movie silently playing on the back, all the boys sleeping and barely audibly snore. and only you stubbornly want to wait until the credits. and the movie finally ends, you trying to clean up a little, while you judge the main character in your mind. when you come back to the sleeping kingdom, you can't help but smile at the view of three big men just calmly sleeping, and unconsciously trying to hug something. you definitely take a few photos, and when you want to go to your room, suddenly dream wakes up and mid-sleep reach up to you, whispering that he want to cuddle. your heart was not ready for this, and you just can't say "no" to him.

and when you slowly falling into sleep, while warm big hands carefully hugs you, you just think to yourself - oh, how extremely lucky you are.

well, maybe you can skip the next day at work.

...you can't miss how nick and george all morning going to scream that they're absolutely-for a hundred percent-for sure-definitely didn't hug each other all night.

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n04hfiction · 2 years ago

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hii noah :]

could you write something along the lines of trying out impact play/slapping with george, perhaps both with george both giving and receiving???

helllooooo sure thing, coming right up :) sorry if this isn’t my normal quality, i’m running on 2 hours of sleep lmfao

NSFW BELOW. DON’T READ IF 18-…

giving:

george is big on the spanking especially, he likes tools but tbh he likes using his hands even more just cause he gets to feel you yk??? when he’s giving it to you he tends to be in a more dominant degrading mood, especially if you like being bratty

“YOU dirty, little, whore..” george growled, spanking you once again, leaving a slightly pink hand mark on your bare ass. “good little sluts take what their given, they don’t take unless asked to. do you understand?”

despite his whole big and mighty attitude, he’s like constantly checking up on you to make sure you’re taking it well, he’ll dip from rough to soft really quickly if he thinks you show the smallest sign of discomfort

“HOW are you feeling, love? you taking me in well?” george asked, as he made his way down your body, kissing down stomach as his heated breath rose onto you. “‘m doin’ g-great…”

receiving:

he’s almost always in a bratty mood when he’s receiving, he’ll do almost anything to get you to hit him, becuz he really wants it. you tend to pick up on it, especially as you two got more used to impact play, sometimes you won’t always give him what he wants right away🤷‍♀️he’s also a bit of a begger

“PLEASE, i promise, i’ll be good…” george groaned, throwing his head back. “earn it, sweetheart.” you mumbled nipping at his neck lightly. “p-please!!” he screamed, kicking his feet on the bed in anticipation.

he also loves the idea of him sitting on top of like the kitchen counter as you spank him with a wooden spoon and suck him off

GEORGE let out another groan as you sucked the tip of his dripping cock. you take his dick out of your mouth and hit him roughly with the wooden spoon as he let out a small whimper. “hey! what’d i tell you? your supposed to keep quiet unless i ask you otherwise…”

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pray4saint · 2 years ago

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OMG??? SHOWGIRL READER WITH POLY!SNF??? DIES.

🐏

darling showgirl

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. showgirl!reader. possessive!george. poly!snf.

a/n. EXACTLY. esp after shows i just know george gets super possessive after seeing a bunch of men ogling you

”did so good darlin'.” sap starts, pulling you between his legs by your waist so he has to look up at you from his spot sat on the leather chair backstage. you smile at him and he kisses at your navel, hands wandering up and down your sides. then george comes up behind you, pulling at the strings and buttons and clasps on the back of your corset and top. ”he's right. you looked so damn good up there love.” his lips start at the base of your hair and move down your neck and farther along your shoulder.

you use one hand to scratch at sapnap's head as he continues greeting your abdomen with his lips whlie the other moves back to george's neck, pulling his ever closer to the crook of your own neck. when sap's hand moves to tug at your skirt, george slaps at his hand, making him hiss. ”not here. anyone could see our beautiful girl.”

hastily, the three of you are moving back to your dressing room where sap sits on the sofa, lowering you down on his cock. ”shit peach, s'tight. s'always so tight, aren't ya?” you can't see him, it's almost reverse cowgirl, but you can feel his breath fan against your back and the bottom of your neck. he uses one of his hands to guide your hips, and the other to reach around your body and twist your nipples, pulling some of the sweetiest, prettiest moans that your boys oh so loved to hear.

george's hand caressed your cheek, smiling down at you while he used the other hand to work his belt off. even with how hard it was getting to focus, the second the brit's cock was out, your mouth was open, tongue out to lure him closer. and as always, he snickered down at you, letting his cock fall against your tongue. ”that's our darling girl. ain't that right? always so good for us.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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justanormalfangirlx2 · 2 years ago

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cuddling georgenotfound

these are shit but whatever lol

cuddling with georgenotfound:

this man literally never leaves the bed soooo

i feel like he’d like to be the little spoon, while also being a big spoon

nuzzles you while he sleeps

probably snores (for some reason i feel like all the pretty boys snore)

will just randomly flop on you when he wants cuddles

watching tv? FLOP!

eating? FLOP!

“George, I love you, but can you please move? I’m trying to watch my show!”

“No. Mine.”

His body parts (legs and arms) are probably flung on you

probably causally brings it up on stream meaning twitter goes crazy over george cuddling someone other than dream

“GEORGE! YOURE CUDDLING SOMEONE WHOS NOT ME?!?”

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #dream smp #dreamwastaken #gnf #georgenotfound x y/n

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deliwrites · 2 years ago

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕥 // 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗 // DREAM TEAM

// DATE // 27th of March 2023 // PAIRING // DreamTeam x fem!Reader, george x fem!reader, sapnap x fem!reader, dream x fem!reader // WARNING // flirty!reader, use of real names, tease!reader, playgirl(ish)!reader, use of 'good girl', slight degration, s*x with George // WORDS // 2,6k+ // SUMMARY // First weeks in America! Having to share the bed with the boys meant not a lot of alone time to get off. Stumbling on George looking at spicy pictures of you brings an opportunity you can not pass up. // SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // I’m open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

I think we lasted less than 5 days before we basically ran out of food. An extra stomach seems to do that. So it was grocery shopping time. The four of us gathered in Nick's car. George and I in the backseat. The tall six-foot-something idiot in the passenger seat.

"So you guys always go unprepared?" I ask when I found out no one had made a list.

"Pretty much."

"Alrighty then, next week I'm making a list," I announce, already opening my phone to make a list. For today I'll just make a list of my own necessities.

"And how do you plan on getting us to participate in the grocery list?" Nick replies smugly.

"I'll just pester you guys every single day of the week," I tell him, poking my tongue out at him. "Now, are we there yet?" I whine getting a chuckle from George.

"Sorry, Y/n, but we go grocery shopping a few towns over," clay grimaces, looking over his shoulder at me. I pout, but I understood why.

The rest of the car ride was filled with singing along with the songs clay put on. Finally finding a parking space. We enter the store with two carts. Though I had a feeling that might not be enough.

"I don't know where anything is," I state bluntly. "Can we just go lane by lane?" Thankfully they agreed. However, they would wander off from time to time. Abandoning me, only to return with random items. Some of which we definitely didn't need or could have gotten later. When we would actually get to the lane the items were from.

I focused on getting the items I wanted. Getting snacks for days. I had to have my own little snack cupboard in my office. I wouldn’t want to starve.

“Y/n,” Clay called out. He was a little further ahead in the lane. “Do you need any pads and whatnot?” He asks once I’m closer. The four of us now standing together in front of the hygiene products.

“Oh, ah, no,” I smile awkwardly. “I’ve got an IUD. No periods, nor pregnancies for me.”

“Alright,” Nick smirked. Sending a wink. Little did he know Clay and George did the same. How none of the noticed, I had no idea.

A few lanes more and we had gathered everything we needed for a week's time. Going to self-checkout, not wanting to deal with the lanes and having to talk to a cashier. I’m sure they were lovely but, eh.

Standing next to Nick while Clay and George scan the products. I lean against him, whispering in his ear. “McDonald's after this?” he doesn’t answer vocally. Instead giving me a thumbs-up with a wide grin. I clap, not able to keep my excitement in.

“What are you clapping for?” George asks, looking at me while still blindly handing shit to Clay.

“Nothing really, I’m just excited,” I tell him. “Just all of us together makes me happy,” grinning, George walks over giving me a hug.

“So are we,” Clay says, sending over a sweet smile. Nick squeezes my waist before replacing George's place. Continuing to help Clay with the groceries.

After paying for it all, we head back to the car. Somehow managing to fit everything in the back. I return the carts, hopping in the backseat with a skip in my step. Nick looks at me through the mirror as I put my seatbelt on. Sending a wink before starting the drive back. Or well to McDonald’s.

Things were surprisingly less sexual than I was expecting. I had been teasing the shit out of them for years. None of them even tried to initiate anything in the first week. There was teasing, there were kisses. But that was literally it.

I wasn’t complaining. But with me not having my own bed yet. I wasn’t able to get off as often as I would like. The shower just wasn’t cutting it.

Getting used to the new house was something else. Going from a small house, to a smaller apartment. To now a, what? Mansion pretty much. I may or may not have stumbled into the wrong rooms.

Once ending in Nick's room while he was changing. I had squeaked in surprise. He just chuckled coming over to give me a peck. Then nicely showing me the right way.

At least I knew how to find my bedroom. Even if there was nothing in it yet. From there I was able to navigate downstairs and the boy's rooms. Coming from any other direction I will still fuck up from time to time.

“Hey,” I start, not knocking as I enter George's studio. “What about I make my pancakes tonight?” George jumped a little having not expected me. He turns around in his seat. Eyes wide like he had just been caught red-handed. Noticing a particular spicy picture of me on his screen.

“Whatcha looking at there, Georgie?” a smirk swiftly displaying itself on my lips. Walking closer after closing the door behind me. Taking an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. Planing myself on his lap. Turning the chair back to the screen. Seeing exactly what picture it was. It’s one of the first I sent after he left for the US.

Leaning back against his chest, turning my head to look at him. “You still look at those?” I ask smirking as a slight blush plays on his cheeks. “You’ve got the real thing now though. All you have to do is ask,” with that I plant my lips on his, the angle, a little awkward. Though, it seemed to give him enough confidence. Moving his hands from the stiff position on the armrests. One wrapped around my waist, the other landing on my thigh.

“Well it’s not like we’ve had much private time since you’ve arrived,” he states, matter-of-factly. Giggling, I agreed.

“I mean, this room is soundproof, is it not?”

“What are you suggesting?” The arm around my waist tightened. The hand on my thigh, slid carefully along my inner thigh.

My hands find the hem of my longsleeved, crop top. Swiftly, pulling it off, throwing it somewhere behind us. Surprising him more when he notices, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My nipples pebbled up in excitement.

“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me.”

“No, what I’m trying is to get you to fuck me,” I state simply. Grinning his lips trace kisses from my lips to my cheek. The hand on my waist ghosts my skin as it comes to cup my left breast. Thumb immediately caressing the very much hard pebble. Lips continuing their way down, trailing pecks down my neck, gently nicking the skin with bites. Lips continuing their way down, trailing paths down my neck, gently nicking the skin with bites. His right hand spread my thighs. The skirt I was wearing riding up the fabric of my panties, coming into view.

“Be a good girl and take your panties off for me,” quickly doing as told. Lifting my hips, just enough to take them off.

Lowering myself back down, the tent in his sweats becoming blatantly obvious. The moment I was settled, his hands return to their places. The hand between my thighs, cupping my sex.

Index and middle finger of spreading my lips. The cold breeze from the AC has my breath hitching. A smirk on George’s lips can be felt against my neck.

“So wet already,” voice, slightly muffled. Slick covered his fingers teasing my entrance. Thumb finding its place on my clit. A squeak in surprise, leaving my lips at the contact.

With a squeeze of my nipple, his pointy finger slowly pushed inside. A soft moan, escaping from the intrusion. The feeling of someone else’s hands being so different from my own. So much better. Starting off with slow movements, his fingers started thrusting.

“Another,” I mumble, knowing I can handle more. Always having enjoyed a bit of a stretch. Listening to my demand. His middle finger quickly joins his pointy finger. The slight stretch has me sighing in contentment.

Fingers making curling motions, combined with scissoring and thrusting. More moans were spilling, than I was expecting. Normally being able to hold in my moans quite well.

“Ah.. so good,” I try to voice my delight. Twitching in George’s hold.

“So, noisy,” George smirks evilly, biting into my shoulder. Earning another moan from me. “Lean your feet against the desk for me?” while he keeps thrusting his fingers at a faster pace.

It leaves me breathless but eventually, I managed to put my legs up.

“Had to make it difficult for me huh ?” I ask brattily. A quick smack of his thumb on my clit has me closing my legs, as a reflex, trapping his hand. Though it doesn’t stop his hands from making curling motions inside me, hitting my g-spot head-on.

“Payback for being a teasing little mix” the hand that was playing with my nipples squeezed my jaw possessively, turning my face to his to look at him, connecting our lips in a heated kiss. His fingers started to move faster, matching the kisses as moans start spilling from my mouth into his, teeth clenching from time to time. His ring finger joins his first adding to the stretch, the building of my orgasm becoming more and more evident. The friction of the palm of his hand against my clit only causing a faster build up.

“Fuck me please”, I’m not entierly sure what I’m asking for. It could be an even quicker pace, my release or even for him to just fuck me already.

“What do you want, baby?” George seems just out of breath as I am. Though, just before I get the chance to answer, my orgasm rips through me, my moans becoming so high pitched it becomes a silent scream. Legs twitching as I almost lose my footing on the desk slamming my legs shut, but George keeps moving, only slowing down when I stop twitching as much, jolting as he pulls out his fingers.

“God, such a messy girl”. I don’t know how he managed with me. Still recovering from my high on top of him but his sweats come off. A quiet groan leaving his lips as his shaft hits my folds, the tip hitting my clit has me jolt again in slight overstimulation.

“Ready for more ?” my brain, still too hazy to vocally reply, my reply coming out as a mewl. An evil chuckle coming from George.

He places his arms under my thighs, lifting me up enough to align his length with my entrance. Slipping in so smoothly, almost like I haven’t been cock starved for a good while. A sigh of pure content left my lips. Finally being deliciously filled up, “George” is the only thing I manage to utter.

“What do you want, love ?” he asks gently, still lowering me down on him the rest of the way, my walls fluttering around him desperately. I basically fall limp in his hold when he bottoms out. “That good?” he chuckles. Nodding and humming in agreement is the only thing my brain is capable of. He buries his face into the crook of my neck, leaving a gentle bite right there, trying so hard not to actually leave a mark while he relishes in the moment, feeling my velvety walls wrapped around him.

“God, you feel so good” he voiced his thoughts, stroking my inner thighs leaving me shuddering, my walls clenching subconsciously around him, clamping around him with need. George seems to realise, lifting me back up and down, my breath hitching at the amazing feeling of being filled. It was hard to explain exactly what it felt like. The least I can say is that vocabulary no longer exists. Trying my best to position my legs, doing anything I can to make the rise and fall easier on him. Turning a little bit to the side, I wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep me steady while his hands move to my hips instead. Using the space next to his thoughts to rest my feet on, a whimper escaped me at the new ache that ran through my thighs, biting my bottom lip at the deep and slow thrust.

“Fuck” I mumble slowly trying to speed up the pace. George’s heavy breathing itching me on. The feeling of his pulsing member inside of me felt so good. The drag along my walls left me shuddering. A hand on my hip made a trail up my body squeezing my breast along the way, pinching my nipple just to get a squeaked moan out of me before cupping my face, getting me to look at him. Connecting our lips in a heated kiss, his tongue quickly coming to swipe across my bottom lip, smirking a little before granting access. Tongues fighting, my hips slowly coming to a stop mid air as he tries to win the battle. Though, he quickly distracts me. Suddenly he starts to thrust his hips upwards at such a speed that has me gasping for air. I can feel a smirk play on his lips. The hand that’s still on my hip, teasingly slow, his fingers dance across my skin as they trace my pubic bone making it seem like he’s going to touch my clit. Only it never comes, sliding past a few times.

“George” I whine pathetically, looking down between my legs, watching his fingers skim. “Please, I need it” I croak breathlessly.

“Alright baby” he seems just as breathless as me, fingers finally settling on my clit, rubbing gentle circles across it. Thrusts seem to fasten, as do the fingers. My body trying to get away, all the while enjoying it. “Don’t fight it” George smirks. His voice a lot deeper than usual, I could feel his dick twitching inside me subconsciously squeezing around him. “Gonna cum” he almost growls grasping for air, so close to my second release. Broken moans leaving my lips, trying to nod as if to say the same. Rolling my hips with thrusts, like a rush of electricity my orgasm runs through me, throwing my head back against his shoulder. A high moan escaping as I pretty much go lax in his hold. His arms wrap around me, tightly, his dick pumping me full in the best way.

Both out of breath, slowly coming down from our highs.

“You don’t happen to have a towel here do you?” I voice after a while of us just breathing. Basically cuddled together, George chuckles at my sudden request.

“Not a towel, no” he says starting to move the chair, a whimper leaving my lips as the movement makes him move inside of me. Rolling over to a set of drawers, pulling out toilet paper.

“Of course” I chuckle, slowly positioning my aching legs on the floor. Rising from my seat, sighing in content as he slips it out of me. Quickly following up with some folded toilet paper, catching the cum that started dripping out of me, having to keep up my skirt in the meantime. George cleans himself up in the same way, pulling his boxers and sweats back up. Getting up from the chair, he grabs my shirt and panties, kneeling in front of me like I’m a toddler he has to dress. Chuckling, I finish wiping myself down, throwing the toilet paper in the bin. Using his shoulder I stop into the panties letting him pull them up, pecking my knees and thighs on the way up, surprising me with a peck on my slightly glistening folds.

Grinning as he stands up once my panties are back in place, leaving a sweet smooch on my lips before also helping me with my crop-top. Once fully dressed, George sits back in the chair and pulls me back onto his lap. This time seated sideways, cuddled into his chest lazily. Rolling the chair back to the desk, we end up just watching some YouTube videos. Though I don’t know how long it took me to fall asleep.

// SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // I’m open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

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yettobedetermined7 · 2 years ago

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Imagine chilling out with Dreamteam and just gossiping and watching tv

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kumezyzo · 2 years ago

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i just wanted to check bc i saw your dadnap hcs and they were so cute and wondered if you’d write some for george? i never see any for him and you have some really cute ideas (even if you wrote the angsty ones instead/as well) !!

this is such a cute idea 😭😭 im ngl... i originally found george super cute before i knew what sapnap looked like....

moving on.... i feel like with bf!george it would def be a semi planned pregnancy. like, you guys would have definitely mentioned kids before. talked about names. the whole nine yards. so yea...

anyway, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

bf!george who completely freezes when you tell him you might be pregnant.

bf!george who stares blankly at a wall as you two wait for the pregnancy to be 'ready' (in georges words).

"is it ready yet?" he would ask, his voice low and his eyes stuck on the wall.

"two minutes," you would respond, checking the phone timer and fidgeting with your hands.

bf!george who kisses you when the test turns out to be positive.

bf!george who is lowkey very excited to take you to your appointments to check on your spawn.

bf!george who wants to know when you have new cravings so he can have them ready for you at ungodly hours of the night.

bf!george who gets really excited when he finds out youre having a girl. when he actually thinks about raising a little girl with you, it makes him feel all soft and emotional.

bf!george who tries to give you encouraging words when youre giving birth. but it obviously doesnt help because you end up telling him to shut up.

bf!george who sheds a few tears (aka cries like a baby back bitch) when he gets to carry your daughter for the first time.

bf!george who holds your daughter more than you get to hold her simply because he loves it so much.

bf!george who posts cute pictures of you and your baby together.

bf!george who acts like he finds it weird when people call him a dilf (but he secretly kinda likes it).

the title i have for this in my notes is "dadnotfound- wait-" just felt like sharing that 😭😭

sorry this is so short, i juat couldnt think of much. i hope you still enjoyed tho!! -nony

#george fluff #georgenotfound x reader #george #georgenotfound #george x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound x you #dad!george #bf!geroge #anon #asks

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journeywynter · 2 years ago

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Home

Pairing: GeorgeNotFound x Reader

Song Inspiration: Hey There Delilah - Plain White Tees

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3,766

Warnings: Not proofread. Swearing, I think, really just the use of damn if that counts?

Summary: Take a look into Y/n and George's relationship between late-night calls and long-distance talks before George finally receives his visa and is able to meet the person he's loved through a screen all these years for the first time.

A/n: Timeline might not really match up but this is all fiction so it's okay. This isn't the fic I wanted to post but I wanted to put something else out there and the one I'm working on is a lot longer than I anticipated and taking a lot longer to work out than I thought. I hope you enjoy!

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Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do

Time's Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

"How has everything been? Are you doing alright? Did you sleep enough?" George questions through the phone. Just barely did he let me get a simple 'hi' in before he began his assault. Not that I mind it much, it's nice knowing how much he cares. It makes up for the fact that I can never see him face-to-face. I've offered to fly out to him but he's refused time and time again. Something about not being sure he'd be able to let me leave if we met before he finally moves to the states. I think really he's a bit scared but I'd never push him if he is, so I just accept his excuse. Still, it doesn't make it easier, especially not with our five hour time difference. It makes catching each other difficult and sometimes I just miss his voice.

"I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry about me. How are you? You just got done recording with Dream and Sapnap, yeah? How'd that go? Have you gotten anything to eat or drink yet?" Listen, I never said I wasn't just as bad as he was, I could be far worse though. He gets so into his recordings and streams he'll go long periods of time without drinking any water or eating any meals, let alone a snack. I'd rather like it if our first time meeting wasn't because I'm rushing out there on a whim because the man doesn't take care of himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I took care of myself today, love. No need to worry about all that." He reassures me, which honestly does very little because I know his version of taking care of one's self, but I choose to trust him this once. "Have I told you that you look positively stunning today?" It comes from his mouth, smooth as butter, yet I imagine he spent some time rehearsing those words. I doubt it was to a mirror, but I find the image in my head hilarious so I don't bother with asking him how it was practiced.

"Really? I'm just getting back from a day out vlogging and I'm sweating and disgusting."

"You never look disgusting to me." He's quick to say, almost too quick, maybe I'm more predictable than I like to imagine.

"Oh yes, I'm sure," I muse with a smirk, "I don't doubt you would be saying that even if I was covered completely head to toe in mud."

"I don't think you ever could not look perfect to me. I'd stare at you over any shiny lights any day."

"Even Times Square?" I question him. Times Square all lit up has to be hands down the most beautiful thing I could fathom. The city itself is an entirely different situation. Though I love it, even with it being a bit run down, it tells a story and it's lived in. It's a mixing pot of all different types of people, all willing to share a chapter of their life with you if you dare to ask. The people you see, the places that are loved, the lights of the city are the definition of beauty.

"Times Square could never compare to you."

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Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen, close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

I've had a horrible week. The video I was set to put out tomorrow got corrupted, the files all got damaged somehow as well, something I can't seem to fix. The audio on my back up videos is gone. It's just not there at all and I can't exactly just do a voice-over for them. I promised I'd have something out and I know it's not a huge deal, I'm sure everyone that watches would understand, yet I can't help but feel like I'd be disappointing them.

I had a fight with my parents, they've never particularly liked how I make my living. They thought I'd grow out of it by now and gotten a 'real job' and I had thought after all this time, they'd see it's far more than just a hobby to me and at least start trying to understand. It's my passion, I couldn't imagine ever doing anything else with my life, this is where I'm meant to be.

And I can't even talk to George today to make it any better. Tommy is streaming and one of the people he originally had with him, Jack Manifold, had to drop out for some personal reasons. George being the friend he is, stepped in to fill the place. I don't blame him, obviously, it's so sweet that he'd drop all his plans to support his friends, it just sucks a bit.

That's why, instead of being productive like I should be and trying to figure out my problems, I decided to join the stream half way through. If I can't talk to him personally, at least I'll be able to hear his voice. It's always comforting. It's almost nice even to hear Tommy's obnoxiously loud voice accompanying him as well.

"So, George, I do have to thank you for coming. You weren't meant to be doing anything important, right?" He overplays it for the audience, almost like he's joking, perhaps even being condescending, like George has nothing going on for himself, but being friends with Tommy allows you to see past the ruse. He genuinely hopes he hadn't pulled George away from anything.

"It's good. I was meant to be talking to my girlfriend but she understood. She actually almost forced me to show up for you when I tried telling her if she needed me then I'm sure you'd be able to find someone else to step in."

"Ah, how's she doing? How are you guys doing? what with the distance and all?" We hadn't told anyone aside from from close friends, Tommy being one of them, that we were together. Everyone else knows that we're both in relationships, respectfully, but not a lot of information aside from that is known to the public.

"She's good, she's got some big plans coming up that she's excited about, been working on them for awhile now. I don't like to delve into anything but she's great. I really think she's the one. I haven't told her that yet, but I do think she's it for me."

And just like that, without even knowing it, he made one of the worst days I've had by far into one of the best.

Oh it's what you do to me.

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Hey there, Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar, we'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there, Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away

I'd write it all

Even more in love with me, you'd fall

We'd have it all

It's been harder than ever, recently, finding time to interact with George. Our careers are blowing up more than ever, we have more of a responsibility now and we're feeling the pressure of producing content like we're robots only programmed to push out video after video, stream after stream. I love this, it's what I've always wanted, but I think a break is in order soon.

It's weighing on my relationships, my family, my friends, and even with George. We send good morning and good night texts every day, yes, but it's starting to feel disingenuous when that's all we ever say. I just wish there was time to properly interact, have genuine conversations where we talk about our aspirations and not just surface-level fixations. I'd like to not talk about the next time we're scheduled for a video just this once.

It doesn't help that I started college, just as a fail-safe. Really a compromise to get my parents off my back for the time being. The classes have been adding to my never-ending pile of stress. I love the course I'm taking and I'm actually glad that I decided to go through with it, if for nothing other than it being something I'm interested in, but that doesn't mean the long classes with hours of homework haven't been hell.

Maybe I'm happy, for once, that all this has stacked up on me, otherwise, I probably would have missed the text that only proved that maybe, just maybe, all of this wasn't for nothing and proved that my relationship wouldn't crash and burn either.

Hey Y/n, we haven't really had the time to talk, not recently at least. I just wanted to remind you that I'm still here if you need me, I'm not leaving. I'm not good with talking about how I'm feeling and that gets in the way oftentimes, but I'm happy you're in my life. I love you.

Yeah, George and I will be just fine.

Oh, it's what you do to me

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A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes, and trains, and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because

We know that none of them have felt this way

"So, Y/n, seems like you've been spending a lot of time on the phone recently. Any particular reason?" Dream asked, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. The same type of smirk that told me he knew damn well what was going on already.

Not like he doesn't know about George and me, it's just we have been spending more time talking on call recently. I think it's just because everything's finally slowed down for the both of us a bit. I decided to take a temporary break from videos. I do the occasional stream but since I just finished my first year of college, I think I just needed time to recuperate so I didn't completely burn myself out. It was taken extremely well by the public, everyone seemed so understanding. Of course, there are a few bad apples that felt entitled but the overwhelming positivity drowned that all out.

And George, while he hasn't gone on a break, has decided the rate at which he was shoveling out content was getting unhealthy and has reigned it in a bit. He's worked his schedule around so that he's not pushing himself to stream so much and he's no longer pushing himself to record so many videos at once, whether alone or for others.

It seems like we've finally had an opportunity to reconnect properly and it's been refreshing. Like the first breath of fresh air after being cooped up inside for weeks on end. Or the first sip of a hot drink on a day so cold you feel your face going numb.

"Oh Dream, don't you worry, I'm sure you'll get your boyfriend back soon. Can't go ruining our precious DNF, now can I?" I poke fun at their fanbases' favorite pastime, shipping the two creators.

"Oh come on, as if. It's like you're obsessed." He retaliated, jokingly/

"Yes, I'm obsessed. I'm head over heels, somebody please catch me, I might faint." I say monotonously, not that my statement is far off from the truth. I really have fallen for the brunette, more than I'd like to admit. I don't exactly do a very good job keeping it hidden from him anyway.

There's a silence for a moment, one where it feels like it's just teetering between deciding if it wants to be comfortable or not, before the two of us burst into our own fits of giggles. Nothing said was all that funny, but each time we'd go to calm down, we'd fall right back into laughter given the smallest glance at the other. Using the other as support, I straighten up from my hunch position on Dream's couch. The only reason I'm here is that recently he asked George, Sapnap, and me to move in with him. Sapnap was here the very next day, I had taken a little bit more time before deciding there was no harm in joining the, though nobody would know I'd moved in with them until George also moved in at least. Unfortunately, George is still waiting on his damn visa and it seems like he'll be waiting for a while longer.

"I'm happy for you," Dream suddenly sobers up real quick, a serious expression covering his typically relaxed face, "the both of you. I've known you both a long time, I don't think I've ever seen either of you happier than when you got together."

"Thank you, Dream. That means a lot, especially coming from you." I admit. "And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone else, too. As much as I love DNF, George is mine. You'll have to find a new boyfriend." I jab at him, effectively lighting the mood again.

Delilah, I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never, ever be the same

And you're to blame

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Hey there, Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there, Delilah, here's to you

This one's for you

"How is college?" George and I have been on the phone for a little over an hour, having a video date night thing. We're watching the Harry Potter movies in order together like we've done a million times before, while in our pj's with some snacks. This is how a lot of our 'date nights' are and I wouldn't trade these moments together for anything other than being able to do this with him in person.

"They're good. I'm halfway done, about to start my third of four years." I reply, my attention only half on him as the other half is watching Harry as he's confronted with Sirius Black in the Shrieking Shack, probably my favorite scene from my favorite installment of the movie series, "Two more years and I'll finally be out of there. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to have had this experience. I'm really glad that I went to college even if I'm not going to be using my degree any time soon, if ever. But it'll be nice to put my YouTube career back into full swing again. And then maybe I'll be able to really play a part in the history you, Dream, and Sapnap are making for the Twitch and YouTube platforms. You guys are making serious waves right now"

"I wouldn't say we're 'making history' per se, but I do realize how big we've gotten. It's crazy how fast it all happened, we all got so lucky. I appreciate all the support we've gotten, I really wish there was a way for me to show it the way I want to but everything feels a bit forced."

"Don't worry, if anyone will be able to figure it out, it'll be you. Just give it some time and I'm sure it'll work itself out. It probably feels forced because it is forced." I reassure him, trying my best to comfort him with just my words. He seems to lighten up a bit, which means I can only hope he'll take my advice.

For a while, we both turn back to our respective TV screens, we're at the part where it's just been revealed that Scabbers, Ron's rat, had been Peter Pettigrew all along. I still remember the shock that ran through my body the first time I watched the movie. Now, I just get angry knowing one of my favorite characters won't be set free and will remain a fugitive. Some say I get too attached to fictional characters, I'd say I'm healthily sentimental and I just think Remus Lupin and Sirius Black deserved better than they received.

Third Person POV

Y/n became so focused on the movie, the anticipation still eating her alive whether or not she know the outcome, that she doesn't even notice George had turned his gaze from the screen to her face on his phone. She's unaware of his thought, all of which revolve around the h/c girl. How he wishes to be there with her, how he wants to finally hold her in his arms and kiss her head when she gets worked up over Pettigrew's escape. How he wants to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles soothingly when she tightens them too hard into a fist to control her anger over something as silly as a movie.

But that won't be happening, not yet at least. She hadn't realized it then, but that was when George decided he'd do whatever it takes to be there, in America, with his lover and his best friends. That's where he belonged. As much as he loves his where he grew up, no matter how much he loves London and the UK, he knows home is wherever they are.

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Two years later:

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

Y/n finally finished college, which had become easier over the past two years, believe it or not. She was currently getting ready for her graduation ceremony. She and George hadn't talked very much the past couple of days over both being mutually busy. He did know of her ceremony taking place today, she had told him a month prior when she found out the date herself, and he took time to call her briefly to wish her congratulations, making a poor joke about not tripping up while walking across the stage.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, George had gotten his visa, just about a week or so prior. Having known of her graduation ceremony was coming up, he decided he'd surprise her instead of letting her know he was coming. Everything had been extremely rushed, booking the flight for the day before her graduation to make sure he would arrive with enough time to actually be able to show to her graduation. Sapnap had picked him up last night from the hotel room and brought him to a nearby hotel to their house, to his soon-to-be home, while Dream kept Y/n occupied.

Now, he was rushing to get to the predecided spot that Dream and Sapnap chose to lure Y/n to for the big surprise. He was running shaky hands through his hair every few moments as he tapped his foot against the pavement. He'd say, usually, he's pretty good about concealing his anxiety but something about this girl just had him constantly falling apart in the best way possible.

Focusing on his breathing, trying to steady it into even breaths, he heard the sounds of steps growing nearer. Peaking his head up, he saw his two best friends body blocking someone from his view, though more so they were trying to block him from their view.

"Okay, seriously guys, what is going on? You barely gave me time to say goodbye to my friends and thank my professors one last time before almost yanking my arm out of its socket to drag me off!" He heard the voice his only ever heard over static phone calls before and his heart almost stopped. If it wasn't for the fact he could feel his pulse in his skull, he's sure he just might have dropped dead.

"Calm down, this was important. We're gonna step away now, the floor's all your's." Sapnap retaliated before he and dream removed their forms from in front of the girl, breaking their little human shield. Finally seeing the girl face to face, cap and gown and all, had his heart-stopping. It might be crazy but he swears she looks even better in person than she did over the phone, which he swore up and down to be impossible.

It seems like he wasn't the only one in disbelief, the only difference is her's was planned on his end, as all she could do was stare. Was this real? Had she just dreamt up everything she could have hoped for just to open her eyes and be disappointed?

"Dream, pinch me." The h/c haired girl spoke up after some beats of silence.

"What?!"

"I said, 'Dream, Pinch me.' Now do it before I wake up." She demanded, only half expecting him to actually do it so it completely caught her off guard when he did. "Ouch!"

"You told me to pinch you!"

"I know, and I appreciate it, thank you." She gently thank him before swiftly turning back towards George and flinging herself onto him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms made their home around his neck, squeezing him almost to the point of suffocation, not that he minded.

"It's really you. Five years of being with you, many more years of being your friend, all online. Through a screen. And now you're here." She sobbed out into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent, willing it to her memory as she was sure she would for everything involving him.

"I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere not. I'm with you, I'm home." He reassures, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing begins to steady out and he can feel her wiping her face with the palms of her hands before pulling back, gently unwrapping her legs from his waist to touch the rough ground on her tiptoes, never truly leaving his hold.

"It's really you." She whispers once more, carefully cupping his face between her two hands, so soft you'd assume she was scared to break him like he was made out of porcelain.

"It's really me and it's really you. Just like it should be." He leans down himself, tilting his head a bit to the side, his lips stopping an inch or so from her own.

"Can I kiss you, love?" She swears she can feel her heart stop at his question, eyes shoot up to his excitedly before rapidly bobbing her head up and down.

"I've waited five years for this moment, if you don't kiss me now I'll go insane."

And just like that, their lips finally connected. For the first time in half a decade, they were in the arms of the person they'd loved for so long. The butterflies erupted in both their stomachs as the heat raised to both of their cheeks. George's blush is far more than noticeable to bystanders but neither has a care to give. Not when they're finally home.

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

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