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#georgenotfound hcs
anon1nn1t · 1 year
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i'll be honest, this is very basic. but could i get a "nsfw georgenotfound headcanons" with medium fries and a large coke?? anything you think would fit will do :o my brain is going bonkers over these types of fanfics xx
— the person you can call flower:D
now excuse me, while i get this dumb burger king commercial stuck out of my head:)
Hello Flower !! And yeah, I feel you. 😖 I’m such a George simp. 👉👈 Also, I tried to write this with our knowledge of George’s personality outside of streaming. Sorry if this is all over the place and that it took forever, but here you go !! One last thing, I may add more to this over time. :)
Feel free to send requests <3
I think that because he's bad at showing his emotions, he lets them out during sex. This leads me to think he's usually dominant but also wouldn't mind being submissive.
Exhibitionism. That's it.
George is a boob guy. You can tell by the way he reacted to Jack asking him if he likes boobs. 😭
I feel like he would not initiate quickies. If you wanted to, he would, but he would rather wait until he could take his time with you. Mainly because it usually takes him some time to tell you when he needs you like that.
You can expect lots of low grunts and groans, but don’t expect full-on moans unless he’s being submissive.
Not big on aftercare. He will of course ask you if you need anything and will do whatever you ask, but besides that, he just heads off to sleep.
I feel like he’s a sucker for neck kisses ?!
Like he absolutely adores hickeys. 😵‍💫 Giving and receiving.
Definitely will try having you suck him off, under his desk, while he's streaming.
PRAISE. KINK.
"That’s my girl" "Doing so good for me" "Just like that"
Def has some sort of music playing. It doesn’t matter what it is, he just doesn't like the background silence.
Even if he's being a hard dom, he's still constantly asking if you’re okay.
"Is this okay?" "Does that feel good?" "Are you still here love?" "Stay with me, baby"
Eye contact turns him on so much, but it also makes him sooo nervous.
If you tell him you love him during sex, consider him gone. Mans actually will cum on the spot. But it will also be a rare opportunity where he says, "I love you too" without a sarcastic remark or nervous laugh.
Every. single. time. you shed a tear he will ask for your color, and I mean every. single. time. He can not tell if it’s out of pain or pleasure. If you say green he will just simply wipe away your tears and carry on.
He doesn’t act like it, but he really loves you on his lap. Pulling your ass against him when you’re cuddling, pulling you onto him when he’s streaming without a face cam.
If you wear his hoodie or sweatpants … oh boy.
I feel like he either has a really high or really low sex drive ?!
I think he’d typically only go for a few rounds by choice. 🤷‍♀️ But he can go for as many as you want.
Loves loves loves getting his hair pulled.
He also loves getting grabbed by his waist.
As we know, George was a party animal, so he’s definitely experienced
His favorite position is definitely doggy. For multiple reasons of course, but mainly because if you can see what he’s doing, and he can see what you’re doing, he’s pretty awkward.
If he’s being submissive, I feel like he would not only dislike degradation, but actually hate it ?!
He also wouldn’t be that into it when he’s dominant; unless you want it, then you get as you wish.
If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll cum inside you. But if he’s in his right mind, he definitely prefers to cum on your stomach.
He’s lowkey very possessive of you. I feel like one thing he would never do is have a threesome, foursome, etc.
He loves teasing you so much. Especially acting like he doesn't even realize what he's doing. But when you tease him? He’s an absolute mess.
He loves overstimulating you so much. Like seriously, he will make you cum over and over and over and never get bored.
Honestly, he’s just down to do whatever you want. He loves you so much, and since this is one of the only times he feels free to express it, he’ll do whatever you want to make you happy.
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redstonebug · 2 years
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where do these green men keep getting crowns
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lilywastaken · 2 years
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⇝ SLEEPING + CUDDLING HCs !
CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!TommyInnit x GN!Reader.
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SUMMARY: how cuddling with some of my fav CCs would be like!
WARNINGS: SFW!
A/N: my first headcanons! I'll probably do a part two soon with some of the other CCs (quackity, karl, jack, etc), but I'll see! Please please please don't forget to reblog or comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you so so much for reading!! &lt;3
MASTERLIST.
Also on Ao3!
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DREAM:
I feel like Dream's love language is mostly physical touch, so he'd be the most willing to cuddle.
And although he probably has a very fucked up sleep schedule and only gets to cuddle you for a few hours before you wake up, his soft touch and warm body is so worth it.
If you're asleep by the time he gets to bed, he quietly sneaks underneath the covers and instantly searches for you with his arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his hold.
He mostly likes being the big spoon, pressing your back to his chest so he's able to snuggle his face into the crook of your neck and press soft kisses along your skin, smiling if you giggle or try and playfully wriggle away from his affections.
But just because he's normally the big spoon, doesn't mean he dislikes being held.
There are a few days where he just wants to collapse into your arms and let you hug him, run your fingers through his soft hair while he snuggles his face into your chest.
Much like everyone, he likes being held and comforted at times, it just reminds him that he isn't alone, and that whenever he has a bad day, he can come to you so you can make it better.
This man will drop whatever he's doing if you ask for a quick cuddle session. Training for mcc? He can train later. Cooking dinner? Food can wait. In the middle of a stream? The mute button exists for a reason.
Speaking of streaming, if he's live without his face cam on and craves affection, he will most definitely text you non-stop to come and sit on his lap so he can hold you while he plays.
Doesn't matter if it's Minecraft or some first person shooter, he'll manage. You're more important, after all.
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SAPNAP:
Much like his best friend, Sapnap's very touchy when it comes to his s/o.
His hand is always either intertwined with yours or slipped into your back pocket when you're outside, the need to be close to you too much for him, and it doesn't really change in private.
Whenever you're lying down, be it on the sofa or in bed, he will always find a way to be draped on top of you or holding you to his chest, depending on his mood.
Sometimes he wants nothing more than to be held and kissed, and sometimes he just wants to hold you flush to his chest and nestle his face into your hair.
How he wants to cuddle fully relies on his mood.
If he's sad or angry or annoyed, he just wants to be held and coddled, with his head either resting on your lap or on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he waits for you to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, an action that turns him into putty almost immediately. Sometimes when he's too pissed off or upset, he keeps quiet, letting you do your thing while he clings to you; but if he's feeling up for it and you let him, he'll rant about whatever got him in a mood, appreciating your patience when it comes to him.
But, if he's in an actual good mood, happy or cocky or confident, he feels the need to show off, in a way. And so, he hugs you tightly to his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands run over the soft skin of your stomach, head snuggled right next to yours as he whispers sweet nothings and presses sweet kisses up and down your jaw and finally your lips.
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GEORGE:
George is a heavy sleeper.
And because he's a heavy sleeper, he doesn't realise what he does at night, and it makes it quite hard for him to be woken up during his sleep.
He makes sure that he's always pressed up against you, be it with his chest against your back or with your legs wrapped around his waist, his head resting on your chest as he snores softly.
If he can't fall asleep (which is unlikely), he stares up at the ceiling while he plays with your hair, braiding it or running his fingers through it or simply pressing his face into it, enjoying the softness of the whole situation.
And although it makes up for really great and warm cuddles, it's a bit uncomfortable when you have to get up to go to the toilet or to start the day, his arm heavy over your stomach as he sleeps, peacefully unaware of your struggle as you try and get him off you.
Normally, you just cave into his warmth and snuggle into his side, brushing through his fringe with your fingers and running them over his sleeping features, pressing kisses over his jaw in an attempt to wake him.
Spoiler alert, it doesn't.
After a few hours of just lying there either scrolling on your phone or admiring his beauty, he finally starts to stirr, letting out soft groans and moans as he moves to hold you properly. He smiles at you and wishes you good morning, and when you try to move, he pulls you back, asking for "a few more minutes" to which you audibly groan, but succumb to his ministrations.
He isn't really a touchy person out in public, but he always makes sure that he's holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. But when you're alone, he lets himself indulge in your touches and hugs, running his warm hands over your skin under your shirt as you lay next to him, eyes drooping closed, threatening to once again fall asleep.
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TOMMY:
Taking the sleepover vlog with Ranboo as reference, Tommy seems to sleep in a fetal position like most people, which makes me instantly think of curling up with him like that.
Assuming that he's way taller than you, you can easily snuggle your back up to his chest and let him hold you, your legs resting on his as he lazily holds an arm over your waist, drawing weird patterns onto your tummy or waist until he falls asleep.
If by chance you're taller than him, I'd like to think that he probably wouldn't think of changing the way he sleeps just to cuddle, so you sleep back to back, with him curled up with his own pillow until you feel him turn over and drape himself over you like a blanket, head lying on your shoulder as he softly snores.
That reminds me, snoring. Although it doesn't really relate to cuddles, I see Tommy as a big snorer. Like even asleep he has to make as much sound as possible. He always denies it as well, even if you've had his head right next to yours the whole night or even if you've recorded him, he refuses any claims that he snores.
Moving on, cuddles during daytime with Tommy are… an experience.
If you're sitting down on a chair or even on the floor, expect to be tackled from behind and picked up. You'll end up flailing your arms in surprise as he attempts to move you into a better position to cuddle, which normally ends with both of you on the floor.
Apart from the mini heart attacks you get from his sudden explosions of affection, cuddling with Tommy isn't that bad. He secretly likes being held sometimes, even if he screams at you whenever you bring it up amongst your friends, resting his head on your tummy or chest and falling asleep happily while you talk about whatever.
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gayritory · 1 year
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GN! Having fun in the rain with CCs (very cute)
Tws: Being naked (unsexual), mention of drowning, mention of being sick, cussing, pet names. one mention of "y/n"
I'm a new writer please give feedback and requests:))
Karl Jacobs
-Tbh out of everyone i think Karl would be the funnest person to be in the rain with.
"KARL ITS RAINING HARD TODAYY!!!"
*you both squeal like fan girls*
-for some reason you guys decided to go outside FULLY NAKED.
"LOOK AT ME IM NAKED IN THE RAIN NEXT TO KARL JA-"
"rain dance?"
-yep you guys danced in the rain...- NAKED...
- surprisingly it wasn't awkward at all.
-it was very fun.
"TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FREINDS HOUSE-"
"MARMALADE WERE MAKING OUT"
"OHHH yea-"
-that guy ruins your singing by bringing you into his chest and kissing you.
"i love yo-"
"DONT TAKE ME TOUNGE TIE-"
"Y/N YOU RUINED THE MOMMENT" your lover said while giggling.
-you obviously ignored him
"-I LOVED YOU THEN I LOVED YOU NOWWWWWW"
-the whole time you said that you were pointing at his chest while looking up at him lovingly and him looking down at you in awe
-he adores you so fucking much <3
"one two three four..."
"don't take me tounge tied...."
"I'll stay up all nightTTT"
-lets just say you guys spent your time in the rain having a naked concert
Georgenotfound
"George i know that look- if you drag me out there i will drown you!"
"comeeee onnnn babe... i promise I'll take care of you if you get sickkk...."
"if i get sick that means you get sic-"
*puppy dog eyes"
-his puppy dog eyes always win.
"GEORGE IF YOU RUN IN THE RAIN YOU MUST TAKE YOUR SHOES OF- AYE NO you'll ruin them!"
-george being george, he obviously didn't listen to your motherly protests..
"George, you ruined your shoes......hop on my back"
-you should have never said that..
"HURRY UP HORSEY!"
"I hate you..."
"you love meeeeeeee" he replied back teasingly as he sloppily kissed your cheek.
QUACKITY
-this bitch never fails to entertain you.
-and annoy you..
"COME ON QUACKITY"
"I'm here I'm here"
-man wobbles out with Antarctica suit gear.
"it's raining-not snowing!"
"let's see who gets drenched first then!"
"QUACKITY- GO BACK INSIDE AND CHANGE"
-he comes out 20 minutes later.
"what the fuck"
"WHAT IF I DROWN HUH?"
-man walks out with scuba gear and swimming flippers.
-at this point you gave up. You just want to have a cute-cliche moment.
"fine fine! don't give me that look..."
-he comes back 5 minutes later with a fake, angry pout on his face.
"FINALLY! LETS GO KISS IN THE RAIN-"
"and possibly drown at the same tim-"
-you shut that boy up with a kiss but he still manages to ruin the romantic moment.
*HACK HAWK COUGH HACK*
"QUACKITY- what the fuc-"
"WATER GOT IN MY MOUTH AND I ALMOST DIE-"
"-QUACKITY I WILL DEAD ASS DROWN YOU IN THE GUTTERS!"
-that shut him up real quick.
Tommyinnit
-this boy obviously had to record a TikTok.
"Why can't we just spend time together without you recordin-"
"HELLO TIKTOK IM IN THE RAIN WITH MY GIRL FREIND"
*points camera towards you*
*you give evil glare*
-he then stops recording, only to hold his phone up on a tree and start recording again.
"TIKTOK- WE ARE HAVING A ROMANTIC MOMENT"
-he then rapidly takes both of your hands and starts awkwardly swaying your guy's hands back and forth.
-after awhile of awkwardly swinging hands, Tommy randomly decided to roughly spin you around...
-Causing you to fall down.
"TOMMY!!"
"WAIT- HAHCK.. WAIT.. NO, ARE YOU OKAYYDHSHS?"
"Die"
-tommy slowly helped you get up, while both of you laughed.
-he then decided to spin you around and catch you in his arms causing you to look up at him in awe.
-you both didn't say the "L" word yet but moments like this prove that your love for him is aliv-
"NOW SPIN ME!"
- AYE- DONT INTERRUPT M-
*he throws him self on you- causing you both to stumble a bit*
"Tommy..."
"wot." He looks up at you with his arms wrapped around your neck and his head on your chest.
"i love you tom.."
"i love you too" he mumbles out as he gives you a peck on the nose.
-whatever love birds
Wilbur soot
-out of everyone Wilbur is definitely the most romantic
-SHOWERS IN THE RAIN!
"imagine the rain stops-"
"WILL! don't say that-"
"then everyone will see our butt-"
"WILL!"
-even though you both saw each other naked before, you both decided to wear swimsuits.
-for paranoia reasons yall decided to go to your guy's backyard..
"will- heh, you look like a street rat... HAHAHA"
"and you look like a mop, m' love."
-he could be insulting you and still make you feel flustered.
"aww is my little baby flustered?"
"n-NO!"
-BRO WASHING EACH OTHERS HAIR WOULD BE SO CUTE!
-like you already love touching each others hair- but washing it...
"your hair is so soft, m' love"
"WILL! ARE YOU SMELLING MY HAIR?"
"I LIKE THIS SHAMPOOOO"
-manz would forget about everything and just focus on the feeling of your hair around his fingers.
-even though you love him touching your hair, you wanted to touch his..
"Will! Are you doneeee? my feet hurt... n i wanna touch your hair :("
-You mumbled the last part but he still some how heard you.
"awe babyyyyy-"
*you give him a pouty glare which tells him not to tease you..*
"okay okayyy, i have an idea."
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"WILL IM NOT SITTING ON THE WET GRASS!"
"of course not! You can sit on my lap"
-thats how your legs are wrapped around his torso, head in his shoulder, playing with his hair as he plays with yours.
-you both stayed in the rain for awhile which led to Wilbur falling on his back causing you to lay on his stomach while you smile up at him lovingly.
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sappynapper · 2 years
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If they made you cry x cc!dwt + gnf (separately)
hurt/comfort hcs on how they would react to accidentally making you cry
cws: yelling, making fun of insecurities, crying
Dream:
Listen, we all know he’s a sweetheart and a softie really
that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got a temper sometimes, especially when he’s stressed and pissed off about some twitter bullshit with fake screenshots that he has to address again
you can tell he’s getting worked up, which never ends well, so you try telling him to just get offline, to stop replying to the tweets, and do something else for a bit, take his mind off it all and calm down
but he’s angry and frustrated so he snaps, practically snarling at you
“god just stop that! you should be fucking supporting me in this not telling me to ignore it”
you know he’s not angry at you he’s just upset
it still startles you though, a lot
he almost never raises his voice at you like that, and him being such a big guy, when he does shout it’s loud and intimidating
plus the accusation of not supporting him hits just a bit too close to home
he specifically told you that he doesn’t want you stepping into the crossfire by getting involved in all the online discourse
but that doesn’t stop you feeling guilty for not being able to defend him. for not being able to really help
and before you know it your eyes have filled with tears and you’re trying to hold back sniffles so Dream won’t notice
he does of course though
bc he’s distracted it takes him a few seconds to realise what’s happening
but when he does his heart drops
and he is terrified, brain immediately going into ‘omg i’m a horrible person, i’ve ruined everything and they’re gonna leave me for yelling at them oh fuck’ mode
everything else is immediately forgotten as his head floods with panic bc to him, making you cry?? unforgivable. if anyone else made you cry he’d want to kill them but this is his fault and he doesn’t know what to do. he just has to make it better
“oh, y/n, i’m so sorry, i-“
he steps towards you, wanting to pull you into his arms and apologise with hugs and kisses but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you right now and you’ve curled in on yourself with your arms wrapped across your chest
you tell him “it’s fine! it’s fine!”, and start apologising for crying when you were trying to comfort him, feeing silly, but he stops you
“is it ok if i touch you, baby?”
you give a little nod and he envelops you immediately, pulling your head into his chest and rubbing a hand up and down your back, comforting himself as much as you
he’s so relieved when you melt into him. that you’re not angry
he starts rambling mumbled apologies and reassurances into your hair between kisses
“i’m so so sorry angel. i should never have yelled. i didn’t mean to snap at you i’m just stressed but it’s no excuse. you do so much for me. always make me feel better. please forgive me”
you just nod, nuzzling further into his sweatshirt and gripping at it for comfort, just relieved he’s not angry anymore
he holds you tightly, shaken by his own mistake
anxiety-fuelled visions of you walking out the door and never coming back flashing behind his eyelids as he screws them shut
“hey” you squeeze his arm, familiar with his spirals, “i’m here. everything’s fine, i promise”
he nods, more grateful for you than ever. what could he possibly have done to deserve you in his life?
he spends days afterwards doing little things to make it up to you, even though you’ve said it’s fine a million times
your favourite takeout for dinner, his treat ofc. all the chores taken care of before you can even think of them. that thing you’d been eyeing on etsy? in your hands by the following evening.
but like i said, to dream, making you cry is basically a cardinal sin so it’s a while before he stops feeling guilty about it
George:
he’s lowkey a meanie. we know this thanks to alyssa
he wasn’t trying to make you cry, he was just teasing, needling you about some small thing that he had no clue was actually a big insecurity of yours
you tried not to let it affect you, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling and avoiding George’s gaze
but eventually all the little jabs build up and a couple of tears slip down your face before you can stop them
George pauses for a second, then
“are you crying??”
“no. no” you hurry to wipe the tears away, embarrassed, turning your face away more
“you are, you’re crying”
he moves around you to see your face better and that’s when you crack a little
“just leave it, George, god”
oh. he kind of blanks as he realises how actually upset you are
“y/n?..”
“stop. just stop. i don’t want to hear anymore. i get it ok?” you tell him, tearily, hurrying to your shared bedroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving George alone to realise that his light teasing had not in fact been that at all
he’s genuinely so shocked. he didn’t think he could make you cry?? like surely you know he thinks you’re literally perfect and that he could never actually mean any of the dumb jokes he makes??? right????
that’s what he plans to tell you a little later when he’s given you some time and recovered from the surprise himself. taking a deep breath before entering your bedroom
he opens the door carefully, even knocking slightly on the frame
“y/n? can i come in?”
he looks around for you, eventually spotting a you-shaped lump under the blanket on the bed
he sighs and shuts the door behind him, despite your lack of response, crossing the room and perching tentatively on the edge of the bed
hesitantly, he reaches out to you and places a hand on your blanket covered shoulder
you don’t say anything but you also don’t immediately shove him away so that’s good, George thinks
“y/n? i- i’m really sorry,” he starts, speaking softly, feeling shame burning in his throat, “i was honestly just joking around but it.. it was a bad joke, it wasn’t funny”
he pauses, trying to gauge any reaction from you but getting none
his hand runs absently up and down your arm over the covers as he thinks about his next words
“i.. hope you know that i don’t actually think any of that stuff about you. i think you’re wonderful and beautiful and the best thing in my life” tears are welling in his own eyes now but he takes a deep breath and keeps it together
you shuffle slightly under the blanket
“i had no idea what i was saying would upset you or i would never have said it and i… i’m just sorry. i’m really sorry”
that’s when you finally poke your head out to look at him
your hair is slightly mussed and your eyes are pink and puffy from crying, face shiny with tears
it breaks George’s heart. like he actually feels a twinge of pain in his chest knowing he’s the reason you look like that
“ok” you say in a small voice, “i’m just overreacting anyway-“
“no!” George reaches towards you but he doesn’t know what to do with his hands
you pull an arm out of the blanket and hold his hand, he squeezes it tightly
“you’re not overreacting. i- i was a dick and i’m so so sorry i made you cry” he does actually get choked up at this point and your eyes widen
you sit up quickly, blanket falling to your lap as you grab George in a hug
he pulls you even closer, hands gripping at your sweatshirt, neither of you sure who’s comforting who anymore
“it’s ok!” you exclaim, “please don’t cry, George. i promise i’m just being, like, emotional”
you laugh at yourself and it sounds like angel song to George
you pull away to look at him
“thank you for saying all that. it- well, i feel better”
“i love you.” he murmurs, “don’t let things i say make you upset. i’m an idiot”
“i love you too,” you reply, “my idiot” you add, teasingly
George grins sheepishly, then tackles you to the bed, covering your face in kisses as you shriek with laughter
and George knows he only ever wants to make you happy for as long as you’ll let him
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dingbatnix · 10 months
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Somthin somthin the poor king dude is tired
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wishitweresummer · 1 year
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Sapnap telling Dream that George needs an exorcism after he says something mean to him. So he uses a sharpie to draw random symbols on George’s arms and forehead before shoving him onto his back so Dream can grab his arms. He then rather aggressively shakes George into the bed, yelling for the demon to get out of their friend. George makes a noise of surprise first before bursting into giggles at how silly the situation is. Sapnap claims the demon is laughing at them so he rubs his knuckles into his ribcage which gets him immediately screaming and thrashing like an exorcism. No amount of pleading or bargaining convinced them to let him go, it's only when George begins to play along, shrieking out that he's been freed and the demon's gone now. They both back off and act relieved that it worked. Sapnap wipes away his tears and brings him up into a hug, George in a few seconds feels Dream behind him, sandwiching him in. The body heat comforting him. "You guys are idiots" is the last thing he says before falling asleep against Sapnap’s shoulder
Yes yes yes - let’s be mean to Gogyyyyy (Thank you Sleepy <3)
George is always such a menace and Sapnap can not handle any kind of shit talk or being picked on at all. (Perfect combo perfect comboooo)
George doesn’t really like to be alone. When Dream is working on stuff he usually just hangs out on his bed and just plays on his phone, even if they aren’t talking. George likes to be near his friends.
So, Dream is not home yet. And Sapnap decides to be nice! He wants to grind some Valorant and let’s George take up his bed since he has no Dream to bother. Sapnap plays his game and George scrolls through Twitter.
But he loses a game…another game...another game…he pounds his desk in anger. George takes notice.
Gogy always takes it too far, that little troublemaker. He latches on to Sapnap’s losses and sits up to focus on it, mean laughter and venom dripping from his tongue as Sapnap loses more. He lays into him jab after jab about how much he sucks, cackling like a maniac. Sapnap can’t play for shit once he’s in his head, and George won’t let up, his laughter sounds crazed, demonic…
* in the distance, a door slams *
“Dream!”, Sapnap hollers. He quickly looks around his desk and grabs a sharpie. He moves fast out of the chair and moves towards the bed, George is confused and wide-eyed.
“Yeah?”. Dream pops into the room as Sapnap grabs George’s arm.
“Your little boyfriend has a demon inside him or something, he needs an exorcism.”
Both boys huff in protest at the tease, but Sapnap is drawing weird symbols up the inside of George’s sensitive forearm and suddenly he’s crumbling to giggles…the noises interesting Dream and he approaches, ready to go along with whatever Sapnap’s plan is as long as it involves more of ✨Gogy Laughter✨. (✨Gogy Giggles✨, if you will.).
“The demon is laughing at us Dream! We have to save George!”
As George goes to grab the sharpie, Dream snatches his wrist.
“There’s a demon in there, it has our Georgie!!!”
“Guys!”, George is sputtering with confusion and giggles. “SapNAP!” when Sapnap swiftly presses him down to the bed and draws a strange meaningless symbol on George’s forehead.
It’s actually Sap’s favorite way George says his name - sapNAP
Dream throws his leg over George’s waist and digs his fingers into his sides, earning a loud screech. He starts shaking him and bouncing him against the bed, holding him by his side. George is completely lost in his chaotic cackling. The way he flops against the bed helpless to their antics gives him butterflies. They’re being so stupid he can’t help but give himself over to the laughter embarassingly easy.
“DEMON LEAVE OUR FRIEND!!!”
“THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!”
The two attack George full force with the meanest of tickles while giving him his “exorcism”.
Sapnap leans over and shakes all of his knuckles against George’s ribcage while Dream holds on to his wrists. George is losing his shit. Screaming at the top of his lungs and his feet flinging the comforter half off the bed.
“SAPNAAAAAP!!!”, he wails. His face red and soaked with tears.
“George is that you? Come back to us! Fight it!!
Sapnap grabs his wrists now and Dream clings to both his thighs and tickles viciously. George is convulsing, nearly throwing Sapnap over him as he shrieks with laughter.
They trade off holding George down and delivering the most brutal of tickles over and over. George’s hysterical laughter cuts in and out, totally intoxicating to the two.
George begs for mercy. He apologizes to Sapnap. He promises he won’t be mean ever again. He pleads they atleast go a little easier.
They don’t.
They only respond as if this is a real exorcism and it’s completely beyond ridiculous. It’s unbelievably flustering. George is going to die if he can’t convince them to stop tickling him neeeeoowww.
He gives in. Fine. He’ll play along.
“HEIUAwjjjwhwiwwjwj!”, he lets out the craziest noise he can to grab their attention. They slow down and watch him. “I’m b-back! The dehemon is out!!”, he flushes in embarrassment at his desperate and breathless voice.
“GEORGE!!”, they cheer, as if this is real. They coo as they cuddle him, praising his strength against the evil demon.
Sapnap wipes away his tears and can’t find it in himself to act cocky. George’s dusty blush and averted gaze tells him he won’t pick on him again anytime soon. The little choked gasp George let’s out when Dream wraps around him from behind and buries his face in the back of his neck is unbelievably cute. He’s forgiven, Sapnap decides. He looks so stunned and helpless underneath the affection. Fondness for the little menace wells up inside of him.
Sapnap slips in close and completes the snuggle-sandwich. George melts. The exghaustion and affection work together to calm them down.
“You guys are idiots.”. It’s the smallest most pathetic ‘You guys are idiots.’ George has ever uttered.
(This was so fun 🥰 - I hope you like it Sleepyyyy)
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tommyinnit-simp-95 · 2 years
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At a family dinner
Tommy, looks up from his fries: Dad can you pass the salt?
Techno, Sam, Phil, Ghostbur, Mumbo, Grian, Doc: *all reach for the salt*
Techno:
Sam:
Phil:
Ghostbur:
Mumbo:
Grian:
Doc:
Tommy, realizing what just happened: Uh...I-I mean, mama! Can you pass the salt?
George, Foolish, Eret: *reach for the salt*
George, Foolish, Eret: *freeze*
Tommy, groaning: I have to many parental figures...bubba, can you please pass the-
Fundy, Foolish Junior: *reach for the salt*
Tommy, groans and lays his head down next to his plate: Just...just somebody pass the salt...
Ponk: *passes Tommy the salt*
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yuttikkele · 10 months
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i don’t like talking about dsmp ships, but lets be honest, c!dream probably had a huge crush on c!george and was never lucky enough to tell him because george was never on, and when he WAS, he was involved in other romantic things, and then when c!dream was on, he was manipulating children.
so it just didn't work out
and also c!dream would never muster up the courage to tell him, and if he did, c!george would immediately go "ew, no.”
c!dream will fail in any situation he sets himself up in if i have anything to say about it!
bonus points if c!dream confesses after the prison arc in his disheveled gross looking state with all his terrible actions out in the open, and c!george just looks him up and down with a disgusted look on his face and then slams the door.
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minecraftmen · 2 years
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Hey there! i love your writing and was wonering if you could do anything with george and a reader who cant walk/is disabled? no worries if not <3
disabled!reader + GeorgeNotFound
reader is at the dteam house (relationships ambiguous) assumes reader has some means of moving around, but limited (vague)
You've just gotten settled in bed, when you realise- "Ah, shit."
A couple of questioning hums filter through your headphones, alongside the clacking of someone's keyboard.
"I forgot my gatorade," you sigh.
"Ha! Idiot," Sapnap chimes in.
You groan dramatically. "It's in the kitchen, can someone get it for me?"
"Hmph," George grumbles, "can't you get it yourself?"
The call goes silent. You wait a moment longer, wondering if it's a joke. "George...?"
"What?" You start to laugh. "Wha- OH." You drop your head into your hands, as your shoulders shake and Dream starts full-on cackling in your ears.
"George!" Sapnap yells through his own disbelieving chuckles.
George is spluttering, trying to defend himself. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I forgot, okay!"
"How did you just forget-" you wheeze, "that-"
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I don't know, okay!" He's laughing too, now, totally embarrassed. You can practically hear the blushing in his voice as he tries to backtrack. "Y'know what, I'll get it, I'll get it! just-" his voice fades out as he walks away from his mic. The rest of you are still lost in giggles.
You take a few deep breaths in attempt to calm it down, but you're still lightheaded by the time George gets to your room with the promised bottle of gatorade. You almost start up again just at the sight of his red face as he hands it over. He scoffs, running a hand through his hair and scrubbing over his eyes.
You take pity on his sheepish look, and pat the covers to invite him to sit down. He does, landing heavily on the foot of the bed, but he still won't look at you. You pull your headphones down to your neck. "Sorry," he mumbles again. You accidentally let out another snort of laughter, and he groans and flops onto his back, legs hanging off the edge.
"No, no, it-," your lips twitch as you attempt to calm yourself, "you're just- your face, you look so guilty-" You duck into your hands again, shoulders shaking, and you hear him sigh heavily and flop around.
"I just forgot, I'm sorry, I dunno how, like-" he whines.
You drop your hands and smile at him sympathetically. "George, it's okay, it was funny! Brains are just, kinda funky sometimes, it's fine."
He looks at you tentatively, through his fringe. Studies you for a moment. Then lets out a relieved sigh, dropping tension from his jaw and slumping facefirst into the bed. "'Kay," he finally replies, into the blanket.
You figure that's the end of it, and George is just going to stay there for a bit. Him just existing in other people's spaces is common; he'll leave if he wants to. So you relax against the headboard, and pop open your gatorade.
Then you notice a long, tinny noise leaking from your headphones, still loose around your neck. You pull them back up.
"-uuuyys, come baaaaack." "They really just forgot about us, Dream." "Nooooooooooo nooo, come baaaaack." "They abandoned us for gatorade, and like, kissing or something."
You nearly inhale your mouthful of said gatorade, coughing as you choke out, "WH- WH AT?!" George emerges from his boneless flop and looks at you in concern.
Dream perks up immediately. "You're back!!" "Oh, now you decide to come crawling back, huh, loser?" Sapnap chirps. "What happened, too busy making out with Gogy to talk to us anymore?"
You make eye contact with George, take a breath and say, "No, that," another cough, but you're smiling now, "that's Dream's job." George's brows pull together again, bewildered, and he's demanding to know the context, while Dream starts to stutter and Sapnap turns indignant, defending SNF at the top of his lungs.
Yeah, you love these idiots.
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sleepy--anon · 2 years
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hey sleepy ❤️/p if you’re still doing the prompts, could i have 24 (“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”) with lee george ler sapnap please?
After multiple meet ups with Karl and Wilbur, George had become much more affectionate and touch starved. So with the knowledge that Sapnap loved to cuddle, he went into Sapnap’s room and just curled up beside him. Sapnap very quickly got the hint and wrapped his arms around George, letting him get comfortable. "Something wrong or did you just want cuddles?" Sapnap asked, running his fingers through his dark hair. "I've been feeling a little homesick and touch deprived lately, guess I just wanted to be held for a bit." The brit could feel Sapnap nod in understanding. "Moving far from home comes with those feelings for a while, you'll get over them soon, I promise" He pressed a small kiss to the top of his head. Noticing he was pouting, Sapnap slid one hand down to ever so lightly walk his fingers up and down his ribs. George struggled and squirmed a bit, too comfortable to move completely but still shocked at the tingly feeling. "WhAhat are yohohou dohohohoing?" He asked, burying his face in Sapnap’s chest. “Tickles are an essential part of cuddling George! How can you not know this~?!” George’s ears turned pink as he changed to squirm into Sapnap rather than away because he would be lying if he said the light tickles weren't a nice touch
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sourainbow · 2 years
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DSMP at a Party! by Avy, Sweater, and Hanny
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Dream - This bitch doesn’t go outside nor party with people.
Mans tall as fuck tho, and he knows it, so ofc he uses it to his advantage
Imagine, you’re partying, and you see this 6’3 staring at you while he stands on his deck, c l e a r l y judging you.
Either you stop, or you’re fucked.
If this man can beat someone up with a potato in mc, i have no doubt he will be able to do this in real life.
Sapnap - He’d probably be drunk with them and probably beat someone’s ass up.
He will also jump out of a window. He will wrestle with someone.
He wins.
He screeches a lot. We all know that man screams like a frightened child in a horror movie.
Will likely get arrested for “disturbing the peace”
This man will need Dream to come bail him out
Might also send some people to the ER
George - He’ll slept through it, but if there’s a reason he’s pissed because of food getting thrown or drinks spilled…. At his window
Fire is everywhere
Bodies mangled
The party host screaming curses and broken promises to fixed everything George needs for power
This is just in his thoughts tho
He actually just swears, and falls asleep again…
Waking him up is nearly impossible
But if you do, prepare to die :)
Badboyhalo - “LANGUAGE!”
Ples don’t swear near soft boi. :(
He probably will try to grab people by the back of their necks like a kitten. (the ones who climbs onto things)
Poor guy is cleaning up the mess. He’ll scold everyone. Thats it-
The most sober, even if he gets drunk.
Wilbur Soot - Mans be sitting on a chair with a drink in his hand, all sexy and shit.
But if this man get drunk, whoo boi.
We all know that this fucker is *chaotic* when he’s drunk
He’s 100% going to start singing randomly, but still sound *amazing*
I stfg tho, hes going to start talking abt dsmp lore and no one will know cause its so chaotic
may or may not punch a wall
Philza - This man is cackling like a crow saw the misfortune of an event that happen to poor souls
Reason is, the drinks make him feel silly and tired (cause hes old)
Meanwhile Kristen helps Philza not to trip, piss off people, and climb on stuff that were unstable.
Kristen dragging Phil to the train station
, he blabber about how he loves his wife and the refrigerator-
Kristen felt sweet for him and chuckled with him whilst on the ride home.
Wholesome.
Nihachu - Sweet wholesome angel doesn’t drink because she cares for others safety. Well- she does drink, only a little bit.
She wants to make sure that nobody drowns in the pool. Tries to talk to people that climbs things to get down or else they will fall to their death. Another person that scolds.
Fundy - Gone feral.
Quackity - Mans screaming at the top of his lungs
Starts singing in Spanish, loudly.
“FeLIz NaVidad”
“Quackity its the middle of summer-"
Maybe will pass out on the floor.
Karl Jacobs - “Why did Sap bring me here?”
Poor ol’ confuse Karl somehow got himself in a middle of a chaotic party. (Got dragged by Sapnap)
Jschlatt - He be chugging every single alcohol from that party and maybe will also beat someone’s ass up.
Needs two or three people to stop him before it gets worse and even more chaotic.
Swears, a lot…
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A/N hey guys! hanny and sweater here! first headcannon! wooo! avy is sadly offline rn, so its just us lmao! constructive critisism is nice! we hoped u enjoyed! Crackheads, out!
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n0l4nfiction · 10 months
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Idk if you're still doing the match me thingy, but here we go lol
Appearance: biracial (black + white) short, black, curly hair. Dark brown eyes, average height i guess (5'6) I have a gap in between my two front teeth lol
Personality: I'd say I'm a aimbevert, I'm shy around new people but I'm more loud and extroverted towards people I know. I enjoy alternative rock music (snow patrol, lovejoy, colplay /oml I love coldplay sm/) I like drawing, and I'm a shifter and lucid dreamer!
FELLOW SHIFTER HELLO???? (i just started shifted, i’ve never met another one before so hi XD) i ship you with george!!
would tease you for shifting/lucid dreaming, but would lowkey wanna learn more about it
late night drives listening to all your fav bands/music
would beg you 192828919128 times to draw him XD
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cryingatships · 2 years
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Now I know for sure that george will absolutely kiss the top Dream's fluffy hair everynight before they cuddle under the blankets and fall asleep together
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wishitweresummer · 1 year
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I just thought of this, kinda wake up brain but not really
So we've established that Sapnap is either the sweetest boy or an absolute menace, usually depending on whos his lee at the time. I think at one point George points out that he's always crazy rough with him but super nice and sweet and gentle with Dream (unless he's bratty) however, George can't hand gentle tickles, and Sap knows this. So the next time George let's Sapnap know "he's bored" Sap just holds him in his lap or spoons him and just nuzzles into his neck and ears with his stubble and gives him the nicest, sweetest, gentlest tickles he can and smother him in tickly kisses and compliments just to watch George short circuited, loose his mind and beg for the rougher tickles back. Maybe even apologize for whining about the difference
(In the last 5 minutes of my yoga class we meditate in silence, but instead I thought of and worked out this ficlet in my head and then wrote it as soon as I got home lol)
“You’re so much nicer to Dream when you tickle him, but you’re always trying to just wreck me.”
Sapnap looks up from his phone at the sudden statement from George, unimpressed.
“Georgie, you literally get wrecked no matter how I tickle you.”
George scoffs. Sapnap shakes his head.
This was days ago, and George has since forgotten the conversation entirely. Sapnap has been excited to try some new stuff though, just waiting for George to leave himself exposed.
Sapnap is sitting on the couch normally, playing on his phone while some movie he doesn’t care about plays on the TV. George is laid on his side curled up next to him watching it.
Eventually, George rolls on his back and shoves his socked feet against Sapnap’s leg and arm.
“This movie sucks, I’m bored.”
After a few beats, Sapnap drops his phone and grabs George’s ankle, dragging him fast so that his legs are draped across his lap. George squeaks at the quick movement.
George tenses and breaks into giggles. Every atom in his body is anticipating a harsh grab to one of his sensitive thighs. A hand that will knead and massage screams out of him.
Instead, Sapnap holds one of his legs still, gently presses the tips of all his fingers into the middle of his bare kneecap, and opens his hand slowly, sending a jolt through George’s entire body.
Hilariously, he squawks.
“Hey!!”, George is suddenly wracked with frantic breathy laughter as he sits up and bats away the gentle tickles. Sapnap only shoves him down by his chest and slips his hand around his leg to spider at the back of his knee.
George cries out.
Soon, George squirms against the couch as he giggles hysterically. Sapnap attacking his thighs and knees with a touch so gentle it’s torture. He has no hope to calm down or catch his breath and Sapnap continues, relentlessly and without mercy.
“Stop! Actually stop!”
“You literally wanted me to tickle you like I do Dream.”
George shrieks at that implication, covering up his red face with one hand as he desperately tries to get his legs out of the other’s lap.
Sapnap shakes his head in amusement. Usually he tickles George roughly, digging into his muscles and bouncing him against whatever surface they are on until he loses his mind. After a while the Brit will usually lock up and just throw his head back, wailing with laughter. Under these gentle tickles he doesn’t seem to be able to get used to them. He twitches frantically and his giggles are spiking up into crazed laughter every time Sapnap finds a new spot to torment. He doesn’t seem to be able to get used to light touch or give in to it.
“You’re so cute like this.”, Sapnap smirks, weaponizing a compliment. George burns.
“Shut up!!”
In (what Sapnap assumes is) anger, George sits up and grabs ahold of Sapnap’s wrists and twists his legs out of the grip. The younger only laughs as he shakes the hold off, grabbing his torso and manhandling him back against his chest. George shrieks in terror as he is moved into the new position.
“Georgieeee~~”, he coos playfully, nuzzling into the back of his neck. George goes ballistic. Loud squeals fly from his lips as he shakes with laughter. Sapnap presses ticklish smooches to the back of his neck and nuzzles his nose against it, lovingly. George’s legs kick out and he only drives himself closer to the tickly affection, throwing himself into worse of a position. Cries of panic and agony much too dramatic for what is happening ring out through the living room.
“No more no more!! Fuck okay!!! I’m sorry!!! I can’t take it!!!!”
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Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 12.9
[TW// violence]
The timing was perfect. Gem’s base was deserted. But despite that, Skeppy and George couldn’t find the egg. The base was covered in buttons and signs and false hiding places. Skeppy had gotten stuck in a false crawl space more than once and it felt like they had gone over the entire base several times. They searched the house, and the tree, and the greenhouse, and the pond and even the animal pens and stables. It wasn’t hiding under the piles of hay, George had checked, he still had hay sticking out of his hair from when Skeppy pushed him in.
“What if it isn’t here?” Skeppy whined.
George shook his head “Nah, I checked the bulletin board for the egg game. It would have been updated if someone else had found it. It’s got to be here.”
Skeppy wrinkled his nose “We’ll where is it then? We’ve checked everywhere.” They were now more or less half heartedly wandering around the grounds checking in all the same spots they had checked before and double checked and then checked again. A part of George wanted to give up and take a nap, but an even stronger part of him needed to find that egg. And he wasn’t about to let Skeepy get it all by himself. 
He looked up as they passed the stables again for the third time, and he had a thought. “What if it’s on one of the roofs…”
Skeppy blinked. It seemed so obvious now. Why hadn’t they thought of that at the beginning. 
“Give me a boost,” George said, running up to the stable. 
“Why does it have to be me?” Skeppy grumbled.
“You’re a rock, you’re much heavier than me, you would squish me,” George insisted, “Just boost me up, I’ll pull you up after me.”
“Fine,” Skeppy sighed, cupping his hands together and crouching down under the lowest portion of the stable roof. George stepped onto his hands and clambered up onto Skeppy’s shoulders pulling himself onto the roof as Skeppy made more disgruntled noises. Rolling onto his stomach George grabbed hold of Skeppy’s hands and pulled him up after.
George pulled himself to his feet and brushed himself off “Now to find this egg.” The roof was made of moss and grass with plants and flowers growing all over it, there was even a large mushroom. George gingerly made his way up to the peak of the roof, being sure to keep his footing, when he heard an alarmed shriek and a crack. He turned around to see Skeppy’s leg had gone through the roof and he was stuck kneeling with one leg knee deep in moss.
George snickered. 
“It isn’t funny! Help me out.” Skeppy demanded. 
George just laughed and Skeppy scowled. Skeppy swiped at George's legs and George scrambled higher up the peak of the roof out of reach. 
Skeppy struggled to get free, flailing a little and his eyes going wide as the roof gave out and he began to fall through. He grabbed fists full of moss in a panicked attempt to stop his fall and was surprised when his feet hit a wooden beam. With relife Skeppy adjusted his footing and took in a shaky breath still clinging to the moss waist deep in the roof. “Fuck,” He muttered.
George stopped laughing, though he was still snickering underneath his attempted composure. “You need help there?”
“Fuck you,” Skeppy snapped.
George scoffed, reaching out a hand and helping to pull Skeppy out. Skeppy scrambled out and up to the peak of the roof where he held onto the wooden roof frame to keep from falling through again. But George wasn’t looking at him; he stood by the hole in the roof and stared through it with a fixated focus. 
“What-?” Skeppy started to ask, moving away from the safety of the wooden frame to see what George was looking at. The edge of void dark purple flashed into view and his breath caught. The egg. 
George silently reached down to pick it up, it vanished, and both of them started. Oh right, it teleported.
Skeppy looked up the trance broken “We need a torch.” he said carefully edging to the side of the roof and swinging down George close behind him a torch in hand.��
They both looked around in determined silence, neither wanted to leave the other alone and risk them finding it by themselves and running off with it, so they stuck together. They found the egg behind the stable. Skeppy was surprised when George handed him the torch. 
Neither of them spoke as George got out his shovel and began to dig out a space under the egg. Skeppy handed George the torch back and a moment later the egg was in George's arms. George smiled, his eyes going gentle and he pressed his forehead against the top of the egg. Something gnawed at Skeppys insides, like a resentful hunger as he watched how happy George was.
“All right, that's enough, we need to get out of here!” Skeppy interrupted and George jumped looking up, the faraway look gone from his eyes. 
“Alright,” George said, letting Skeppy help him out of the hole he had dug himself into. Then the two of them heard voices. They froze. 
“And this here is Gem’s house.” Pearl's voice came from down the path.
“Where’s the moose?” Genesis sang.
Skeppy could see Pearl through the gaps in the birch trees, walking down the path holding Genesis’s little hand.
What were they doing here? What was Genesis doing here, with Pearl of all people, Foolish was going to kill him. Skeppy glanced over his shoulder to see George edging away toward the forest. 
“What? No-” Skeppy hissed 
“Come on, let's get out of here,” George said, continuing to sneak towards the cover of the trees.
“But, Genesis-” Skeppy whispered looking back at the cottage. Pearl led Genesis into the house, as she turned around to close the door she paused. She had seen him. Skeppy stood perfectly still. She glared at him but didn’t move.
Skeppy looked back at George who was leaving with the egg and then back at Pearl. She was gone, the door closed. 
He couldn’t let George leave with the egg. Foolish was going to kill him. But the egg. He ran after George. “Hold on! Wait for me!” He called out in as loud a whisper as he dared. 
Alright, yep, the pain was back again. Foolish gritted his teeth and pushed on, He wasn’t bleeding actively anymore… at least he didn’t think he was. The cut on his leg had been pretty bad, he was a bit scared to look at it and find his suspicions confirmed. All of his many bruises were aching and his arm hurt where it had been bitten. He must look an absolute mess.
It was alright though, they were almost home. He could lie down for a bit and sleep most of it off. Then he would be fine again in a few hours. He hated the idea of Genesis seeing him like this but it couldn’t be helped, he didn’t want to leave her alone with Skeppy for longer than he had to. Besides, he doubted the man would be all that willing to be put upon for any longer than he had agreed to. 
Coming into Boatem he was surprised to see Skeppy and George near Skeppy’s house, and George was carrying something… it looked like a big dark egg. 
Foolish broke away from the group. Punz was talking to Schlatt about the details of their agreement and Ponk was listening intently as they walked over to Grian’s old house where Punz had been living. 
As he approached Skeppy turned to look at him and his eyes went wide for a moment before forcing a normal expression “Oh, Hello, Foolish,” he said leaning against the wall almost as if to block his view of George and the egg thing behind him. George glanced absently over Skeppy’s shoulder at Foolish before heading inside without a word. 
Foolish scowled “Where’s Genesis?”
Skeppy blanched. He swallowed dryly and opened his mouth “Ah… about that… um…”
“Where is she!” Foolish bellowed, growing a whole foot in height, towering over the gem man. 
“She’s with Pearl,” Skeppy flinched backing up. 
Foolish grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, almost lifting him off the ground “What did you do?” He growled, “Where is she!”
“I- I didn’t do anything! I- I don’t know why she’s with Pearl. I put her down for a nap, I wasn’t going to be gone long-”
“You left her alone?!” 
“I- I-”
“Just tell me where she is.”
“Gem’s base… The cottage, in that birch forest.”
Foolish flung Skeppy on the ground and spun on his heel striding for the forest, all pain forgotten. They had his daughter. He was going to get her back no matter what.  
Pearl smiled as she watched Genesis bounce happily on the bed. Pearl turned back to the small stovetop where she was cooking mac n cheese. The cottage was quite small but cozy, there was a tiny kitchenette which consisted of a stove and a single counter. A small one person table sat in the corner and the bed in the other. Genesis was quite content to sit on the bed bouncing on top of the quilt that decorated it. She liked the flower patterns on it. 
The water began to boil and Pearl added the pasta, stirring it with a wooden spoon. In this place it almost felt safe, and peaceful. Skeppy had seen them… but the danger wouldn’t come here would it. The fighting was in Boatem and the Refugee camp. If they stayed here they would be safe.  
“Is it almost done yet?” Genesis asked bouncing a bit higher to try and see in the pot from the bed. 
Pearl smiled, “I just put it in you silly goose.”
Genesis wrinkled her nose “I not a goose.” 
Pearl laughed. “What? You’re not? You mean to tell me you don’t go honk and fly south in the winter.”
Genesis looked at her confused, trying to wrap her head around the idea. “Wha’s a goose?” She finally asked.
“It’s a big bird, with a bill and black brown and white feathers. They honk a lot and swim in ponds and lakes.”  To be fair Pearl had never seen a goose either, she just knew what one was through word of mouth. 
There was a thumping of heavy footsteps on the front porch and Pearl froze. The door slammed open and Foolish stood in the doorway, an axe in his hands, and eyes burning with furry, one green the other void purple.  
“Pearlescent Moon, I’ll give you one chance. I’m taking my daughter back with me,” he said.
Pearl instinctively moved between him and Genesis “You can’t It’s not safe in Boatem,”
“I will kill you,” Foolish warned, stepping forwards. 
“She can’t go-”  Pearl started. Foolish snarled and Pearl's heart jumped into her throat as she summoned a shield just in time to block his axe. Genesis screamed. The shield was knocked out of her grasp, the pot knocked over spilling boiling water and noodles all over the floor. Pearl felt it burn her leg. She was knocked back into the chair. He was strong. She scrambled back, still trying to keep herself between him and Genesis, she took Gen here to keep her away from the fighting. Genesis’s crying filled her ears. She tripped. Foolish raised his axe above his head, his eyes burning with fury. 
Then she was there, Genesis, flinging herself into Pearl's arms. “Papa no!” She screamed crying and burying her face into Pearl's chest. 
Foolish froze, the anger melting away, eyes going wide and wavering his breath caught in his throat. His axe disappeared and he fell to his knees staring at his shaking hands. She could hear him muttering over Genesis’s crying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” 
Pearl was shaking too, she glanced down at Genesis and carefully wrapped her arms around the crying child. “It’s ok,” She breathed “It’s ok Sis.”
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