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Just know if Eret gets called: “Eret from L’manburg” I will start fucking sobbing on command
If this is just lmanberg 2.0 electric fucking boogaloo then we need a traitor!
I CANT FUCKING DO THIS
mcyt fics are crazy because you’ll be reading the most devastating, distressing, life-altering angst and the character will be named mumbo jumbo.
Guys my family started playing halalua on the speaker so my instinct was to run upstairs and start singing my lamanberg! Wilbur soot is the real addiction!
I've had this on my mind
Perfect Family ❤
(They/Them Pronouns)
(Realistic dsmp)
(1000+ Words)
Description: You start missing your fiance, Dream, so you pack up and start travelling to his SMP. You and Milo, your cat, meet him and a few extra people on a wooden path.
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
"Hey," Dream grinned at you, beautiful green eyes staring down at your face. They dragged down, lower, smirking at the marks he left on you.
"Hey," You laughed, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him down. Dream fell on you, crushing you into an odd sort of hug.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, relaxing with a soft breath.
It was nice, to just be there with Dream. Managing his world left him little time to do anything with you.
"I wish you were home like this more often," You sigh, cradling your green-clad lover in your arms. He caressed your cheek, gently tracing a small scar. He whispers, "So do I."
But that conversation ended there like it had every other time you had it. Two sentences in and a broken heart.
{《☆》}
Dream had hardly been home the last few weeks. Busy with the ever chaotic SMP he ran. There were houses to build, people to keep in check. Your fiance had more important things to do, apparently.
So, you found a cat. A beautiful calico cat. Admittedly, it was more like the cat found you.
Wandering through the forest, bounding straight for you. It circled your legs a few times, almost tripping you before they mewed happily. Ever since Milo has been with you.
And Milo has been amazing. So sweet and gentle. Offering cuddles almost constantly. But you still miss Dream.
Which is why you now have to deal with Milo attempting to hide in your backpack, the one thing you're taking with you to find Dream.
"Milo, no." You warn, picking him up and setting him on the floor again. Milo mewls sadly and curls around your feet. You didn't have enough space in your backpack to carry him and it likely wouldn't be comfortable either.
But maybe...?
Frowning at your own weak will, you pick up Milo and set him on top of your things. Definitely not comfortable... maybe you would just carry him.
Milo meowed happily though and so you let him be for now
That cat had you wrapped around his paws, you swear.
{《☆》}
It took forever to get to where everything happened. Dream had been so paranoid that he made you two live ten thousand blocks away. Countless mountains and rivers, long stretches of plains, and snowy hills that went on for miles.
You crossed it all.
And in the end, you found him. Your beautiful, loving fiance, walking down an old, slightly broken wood path.
"Dream!" You called out, rushing over. Colliding into the green man, you almost knocked him to the ground.
"Y/N?" Dream laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. Softly, he thumbed a finger over your shirt. "What are you doing here?"
Grinning, you pulled the mask away. You got on the tips of your toes and kissed him. It wasn't an answer, but you've gone so long without him that you deserved some kisses.
When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I-, uh, I missed you."
"Oh," Dream's face was soft when he pulled away. Gently, he muttered back. "I missed you too."
Giggling, you pulled him down for another kiss. It was softer than your other kiss, sweeter. You leaned closer, not wanting to stop.
Dream pressed a hand to your back, deepening the kiss. You both missed this, it seems.
"What the hell?" Someone shouted, shrill and horrified.
Pulling away, your eyes met a young teenager who stumbled back into an older man. The dyed blonde next to them shifted uncomfortably when you looked at them.
"Tommy," Dream said, emotionless. Your brows furrowed and you pulled away from Dreams arms. "What are you doing here?"
"We were heading to Tommy's embassy and then we caught you smooching with some random stranger," The older man said, eyeing you curiously. It was unnerving. Like they were trying to disect exactly what you meant to Dream. "Who are you?"
"I'm Y/N. His fiance." You said. Glancing between Dream and the group of odd people. "Who are you?"
"They're nuisances," Dream gripped his diamond sword tightly. "And they shouldn't even be stepping foot on this side of the SMP."
"Dream," You grabbed the arm holding the weapon, gently lowering it. "They're not violent. You're picking a fight for no reason."
Dream looked at you, his eyes softening up. Glancing back at the men, who were watching you warily. Almost as if you were silly for attempting to calm your fiance. Your fiance sighed, gently brushing away hair from your eyes.
He pulled away quickly, focusing back on the group. "Wilbur, you're lucky that Y/N is here. I'll let you go today."
The British man nodded, pushing Tommy forward and sparing the other a quick look. They passed by quickly, but they looked at you like you had stopped the apocalypse.
"Thank you," You softly told Dream, picking up his hand and pressing a quick kiss to the palm.
Dream sighed, more tired than they had been earlier. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. Those people are just-, they've been causing problems in the SMP."
"It's okay. Just don't go picking fights when I'm here. I don't like seeing you get hurt."
Dream smiled at you, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. Before you could pull him down for a real kiss, Milo meowed.
"What was-?"
"Oh!" You exclaimed. Pulling away, you took your backpack off quickly and gently set it on the ground. Milo jumped out, circling your legs before going up to Dream. "This is Milo."
Milo meowed at Dream. Dream blinked before he sighed. Kneeling down, Dream gently reached out a hand. Slowly, Milo pressed his head into their palm.
"Aww," You cooed, kneeling down beside Dream. It was wonderful that you got to be here with him. You loved seeing the way his eyes glittered with gold in the sunlight and the pretty way his freckles popped out when he blushed.
Milo curled between the two of you. It was your own perfect family.
{《☆》}
[Dark undertones? In my fanfiction? Never.]
[Milo is best boi btw. Also, this was supposed to be way more angsty. Like, reader sees Dream beating up Tommy in Exile and dumps his ass angst.]
[Next one is a Fundy one and then another Dream post.]
[-L0v3, k1ng]
Tommyinnit Headcannon
So, as a classic dumbass, I decided in my own mind, that Tommy, as in Tommyinnit, used to be a dancer, the only person who knows is Fundy, and that’s because Fundy used to do dance duets before The Election.
Tommy also knows how to do Aerial Silk, which is how he used to get adventure when he was trapped at home. No one knows about this talent, but because he’s a dancer, and does Aerial, he has a really good body, like, he’s ripped, but he rarely takes off his shirt and zip-up hoodie so no one has ever seen his body.
The way he lets it slip is when he close to Manberg borders without him realizing it, and he just starts dancing ballet, Shlatt, Tubbo, George, and Quackity find him and are about to arrest him but all are taken off guard on how this, loud, cocky, arrogant boy, can dance like a butterfly and move like butter. they make plans and then ask Tommy to join them in the festival, which Tommy, actually agrees to.
Since today is November 16th, I can proudly anounce that 3 years ago I started watching the dream smp.
I am out of this phase, but this was still a very happy time of my life and i do not regret it.
These people made me happy and I thank them so much for this <3
c!tommy died with his discs locked in his enderchest.
no one will ever be able to take them away from him again. the discs that secured l’manberg’s independence, the discs that helped him through exile, the discs that he and c!tubbo almost died for; the discs he played on the bench with his friends. the first cat and the first mellohi on the server will forever be his.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
catharsis
Will is a little nervous, coming in this room. Again. It’s always a different mix of emotions, but some key ingredients are the same: thrill, anticipation, sadness. This time the cocktail is a true masterpiece: thrill, anticipation, conviction, confidence, only a drop of sadness. The only really new ingredient in all of this is fear, and it kind of ties it all together, adds the needed spice to the mix. Will lingers for a bit, analyzing the taste of the imaginary cocktail. There’s something else. Just… a dash of uncertainty. It’s not about the act, but it’s in the air, ruining his experience. What a shame.
“Will. What are you doing?”
Phil’s voice sounds so, so familiar. Maybe decades ago he said this exact phrase in this exact tone, when Will was stealing something from the kitchen. Weird how some things don’t change.
Will is glad to hear his voice. It means that it all goes according to plan. It means that he won’t leave this room. The uncertainty is gone.
Will is deafened by the sound of the explosion, his breath is heavy and uneven, partially because of excitement, partially because the air is filled with dust, but right there, right then, he has a moment of absolute clarity. It all makes sense to him, all of his questions have answers, he comes up with a name for his cocktail — “catharsis”. It has a wonderful sweet aftertaste of satisfaction.
There’s only one more thing to do. Will has done it a thousand times before, especially when Phil would catch him doing something he “shouldn’t be doing”. Ask nicely. Phil is surprisingly bad at saying “no”.
Weird how some things don’t change.
Fundy at the beginning of L’manburg war 1
the desk ; tommyinnit
pronouns: they/them summary: y/n has a conversation with a stranger on their desk. requested: no a/n: this is intended to be platonic, but to each there own ig + a lot of skips tw: mentions of death, slight angst at the end wc: 1k
life was a bore. y/n had no friends, average grades, and a low-paying little job at a nearby café. they couldn’t wait for their final year of high school to be over so they could really start living.
y/n looked at their wooden desk, not bothering to pay attention to their geography teacher. faded markings littered the frame as they traced their index finger over them, but something really stood out to them.
the words ‘i’m bored’ was etched in with the sharp end of a compass. it looked new. y/n chuckled at the statement. simple, but true. they looked up to make sure that no one was looking in their direction as they slipped their compass out of their blazer pocket and began to sketch in a respond.
‘same’
the second they finished, they quickly put the compass back into their pocket. luckily, no one bothered to look their way. they inaudibly sigh to themselves. what was the point in that? no one was obviously going to respond.
the week continued on like usual, y/n didn’t spare another thought about the little conversation on their geography desk, well, until they sat back down in their seat and saw a respond.
‘glad we agree :)’
y/n laughed lightly, bringing out their compass once again and began contemplating what they wanted to write.
they settled on ‘not a fan of geog either?’ before sitting up and listening to the lecture for the next hour.
y/n began to find themselves looking forward to geography, just because they were curious on who the mysterious person was on the other side of the conversation. it was sad really, y/n considered this stranger to be their friend at this point. their only friend. and they hadn’t even met them! so that’s when y/n decided that they were going to meet this person, and nothing was going to get in their way.
fortunately the next lesson rolled on quickly as y/n pretty much ran into the lesson, earning a smile from their teacher who was convinced they were excited to learn, but that wasn’t case.
they peered at their desk as they sat down, other students walking into the classroom, not bothering to look y/n’s way.
a new message was written underneath y/n’s question.
‘hate it. i assume u do too’
y/n didn’t want to seem too straight forward, but at the same time, they didn’t know how else to put it.
‘who are you?’
the weekend eventually came and for the first time in forever, y/n didn’t want to go home. for the entirety of the two days, y/n sat there thinking about who it could and couldn’t be. they had geography... but most students did, but they had it at a different time, so they were in a completely different class, maybe even year group. that’s pretty much all they knew, so in conclusion, they were stumped.
monday morning finally arose as y/n rode their bike to school. they had geography first period much to their delight.
they walked into the almost empty classroom to see their teacher at his desk. “ah, y/n, see that you’re here early again, enjoying geography are we?” mr. simons looked up at the teen through his glasses.
“er, yeah.” y/n nodded, speed walking down to their desk, and looked down to see a single word engraved, or as they should say- name.
‘tommy’
y/n didn’t know anyone called tommy, or even thomas for that matter. it was fairly small school and she was almost completely certain no one had that name.
“hey, mr. simons...” y/n began, walking closer to the front desk. “is there anyone called tommy you teach?”
mr. simons leant back in his chair and bit his lower lip in though, “nope, i don’t know a tommy.”
“a thomas?” y/n questioned.
“no, sorry, kiddo.” he said, standing up and walking closer towards y/n. “why’d you want to know? is he someone you know, or something?”
“uh, no, i was just-” y/n looked down before continuing. “someone said their name was tommy. it’s written on my desk-″
before they could finish, mr. simons chuckled. “so, it was you who was writing on the desk! i though so.”
“um,” y/n wasn’t expecting to be caught. “i’m- i’m sorry, sir. i-”
“don’t worry about it, kid.” he smiled down at the student. “you’re not the first one to talk to tommy.”
“wait- i thought you didn’t know a tommy?” they raised an eyebrow. a million questions going through their head. “i’m confused.”
“tommy,” mr. simons began, walking towards y/n’s desk, tracing his finger over the old conversations. “he was a student here centuries ago, long before i was even born. he used to sit right here.” y/n followed him to their desk and looked down.
there were so many conversations there, so many that y/n didn’t pick up on. they were all conversations between tommy and former students.
“he died in this seat, no one knows how, but the anniversary of his death was exactly a week ago. when he started talking to you, y/n.” mr. simons looked up to see y/n’s shocked face.
“how’s that even possible?”
y/n was talking to a dead boy all along...
“i guess the spirit of tommy will always live on.” there was something in mr. simons’ eye that scared y/n.
“mr. simons...”
“and now he will live on in you.”
being wilbur soot’s s/o and meeting for the first time
pronouns: they/them summary: self explanatory :) requested: yes tw: none wc: 0.5k
- wilbur never really thought that long distance relationships were his thing, but when he started talking to you, oh boy, was he hooked
- a virtual war was kicking off when dream had a BRIGHT IDEA to invite one of his closest friends onto the server in hopes of winning
- and that was lil ol’ you :)
- you, being the person you are, didn’t want to choose a side, you were practically switzerland in this sense
- people came to you (the mediator) to solve many of the problems between l’manburg and pogtopia etc etc.
- and one day, wilbur soot himself went to you for advice about blowing up l’manburg
- you practically said “eH dOn’T dO iT bUt WhAtEvEr, It WoUlD sPiCe ThInGs Up.”
- he liked your attitude, and especially liked the fact that dream invited you to get you on his side and ultimately failed
- and wilbur admired that (even though he desperately wanted you on his side)
- and oh boy, before wilbur knew it, he was falling for you
- hard.
- it took time to realise that he was genuinely into you, but the little things came together
- like the way wilbur made sure that you weren’t caught up in the war and that you were safe
- the way he would leave little presents at your minecraft house
-the way he would stay awake all night just to talk to you because of the time differences
- everyone realised that wilbur soot was whipped
- and you luckily felt the same <3
- dream basically played cupid and said, “y/n, wilbur likes you. wilbur, y/n likes you too. date.”
- so you made it official :)
- only your close friends and family knew
- it seemed perfect, but the only problem was that you lived thousands and thousands of miles away
- you two always talked about meeting (mostly over late night calls when you’re both sad and lonely)
- and one day, you finally thought enough was enough
- you bought tickets to the next flight to england (with the help of clay)
- you sent a goodnight message to your boyfriend so you didn’t seem suspicious and before you knew it, you were on your way to england baby!
- you were extremely nervous, but you were even more excited
- you arrived in brighton midday (a little jetlagged) and luckily you knew exactly where wilbur lived
- wilbur was finishing up a stream with tommy as he heard a knock on his door
- and there you were
- his partner...
- in real life...
- “y/n?”
- “heyyyy, wilby...”
- he immediately pulled you into his embrace and held you as tight as possible, afraid you were going to disappear
- “what are you doing here?!”
- “well, i can go if you-”
- “NO! STAY!”
- wilbur was SO glad that he finished the stream when he did
- “how long are you staying for?”
- “as long as you’ll have me.”
- “stay. forever.”
- homeboy straight up asking you to move in
- and who were you to disagree?
- you both ordered takeaway because who actually cooks nowadays???
- you put on a movie and just leaned into each other’s embrace
- it felt right
- it felt perfect
- the two of you couldn’t be any happier <3
- anyone want to get me a wilbur? :,)
blush ; wilbur soot
pronouns: she/her summary: y/n goes on another one of her nerdy tangents during a stream and wilbur listens to every single word, well, sorta. requested: yes tw: one swear word maybe??? wc: 0.7k
"and we're live!" wilbur clapped his hands together as the chat began to excitedly greet him. "and of course, what would a stream be without my wonderful girlfriend, y/n!"
y/n was a fan favourite, there was no denying that. the second the stream met her months back, they fell in love with the nerdy girl, what can i say, she taught them more than school ever did, and y/n took pride in being their source of knowledge.
"hi hi!" she smiled, waving at the camera, wilbur chuckling at her enthusiasm, with y/n, there was never a dull moment.
"you know the drill, chat! you laugh... you lose." wilbur leaned back in his chair, glancing at y/n ever so quickly. "media share's on, let the videos roll."
y/n leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting the first video, which was the classic 'objects i've shoved up my arse', making will roll his eyes and immediately skip it, "rule number eight, chat! no videos we've seen before, and especially that!"
a brief moment of silence went by as the next clip played, and they instantly recognised it.
y/n stayed silent during the 'cheeto' video, as wilbur stifled a laugh, "how do you find that funny?!"
"the question is, how do you not find that funny?!" wilbur laughed as y/n gave him a knowing look. "that doesn't count! no, n-no, chat, stop. no. fine, fi- i lost a life, i still have another."
"i don't think that's how it works-" y/n began as wilbur places his hand over her mouth.
"my stream, my rules." y/n removes wilbur's hand from her mouth.
"you're such an idiot, i swear." y/n crossed her arms and scoffed at her boyfriend.
"yeah, but i'm your idiot." wilbur's cheeks flushed over the statement he made as he glanced up at the chat. they were already calling him a simp. "chat! listen here! stop calling me a simp!" wilbur turned redder as he read each comment. "it may be true, but there's no need to point it out, okay?! i have consent to simp."
"did you know that humans are the only animals that blush?" y/n took notice to his blush as wilbur turned to y/n, ready for another rant. "i know it sounds obvious, but it's true! ya know charles darwin, right? yeah, cool. well, he referred to blushing as "the most peculiar and most human of all expressions," as mark twain said, "man is the only animal that blushes. or needs to." it's fascinating really, chat, you should look into it!"
wilbur was only half paying attention, he mostly just admiring y/n, taking her presence in. y/n snapped her fingers in front of will's face snapping him out of his daze. "gosh, wilbur, are you even listening? at least chat is. thanks chat, i appreciate you guys." y/n gave the camera a cheeky wink, leaning closer to wilbur subconsciously.
wilbur and y/n read the chat together, smiling at some of the comments.
damn, y/n is the definition of big brain
y/n, pls be my tutor
if y/n ruled the world, it would be such a better place
god they make me feel so single-
mr and mrs soot right here
wilbur was so glad that his fans were accepting of his girlfriend. he admits, he was quite scared of introducing her to the stream since she was quite an intense person, but his fans adored her and he even attracted more viewers which was a bonus. they loved y/n, maybe even more than they loved wilbur (and that's saying something).
"okay, okay, lets move on and watch the next video, and i will not laugh!"
"debatable-"
"hush, my little nerd."
"well, did you know the term nerd started back in-"
favourite boy ; karl jacobs
pronouns: they/them summary: karl’s simping for y/n and it’s obvious. requested: yes a/n: he is literally my favourite boy <3 tw: none :) wc: 0.7k
"hello?"
"karl!" y/n's happy voice was heard from the other side of the vc. "thank god you're here! quackity is bullying me!"
karl's cheeks heated up at the sound of their voice, it was his favourite sound of all time. "how dare he! what is he doing?!"
y/n's minecraft character hit alex's as he laughed. "he keeps killing my chickens!"
"you have so many, y/n! it's crazy!" alex continued to laugh as karl pulled out his diamond sword and repeatedly hit him until his character fell to the floor, his items scattered around him. "ka- karl!"
quackity was slain by karljacobs
"about time he left!" y/n sighed, as they lightly chuckled.
"i didn't leave on purpose! i was murdered by karl 'the simp' jacobs!" quackity's laughter only got louder and louder.
"i'm not- shut up." karl muttered, helping y/n get some of their chickens back into their farm.
y/n's character walks away around a corner and quickly runs back to karl. "for you." y/n drops a pink flower in front of him as he immediately picks it up.
"awww!" karl coos, his cheeks heating up at the simple, but sweet gesture. "thank you!"
"it's no problem." y/n giggled, circling karl. "it's for saving me from big bad q."
"trust me, i took joy in killing him." karl smirks as alex's character came running back, picking up all his stuff.
quackity didn't say anything, but he instead continuously hit karl, attempting to kill him and he tried his best to defend himself. y/n stepped in as they realised that alex had the upper hand. they got their sword and after a few hits, alex dies once again. "goddamn it! y/n! i had him!"
"exactly! i can't have you killing my favourite boy." y/n said, as karl let out a beaming smile at their response.
"wait..." karl leans closer to the microphone. "i'm your favourite boy?"
quackity scoffed as y/n moved their minecraft character closer to his. "shut it, alex. you're just jealous that you're my second favourite boy."
"damn," alex clapped his hands together. "i didn't think i was that high! get in!"
"don't let it get to your head," y/n murmurs, "i still prefer karl."
karl moved around in his seat in pure joy, "you're my favourite, y/n. you're my favourite."
"yay!" y/n cheered, sounding like a kid in a candy store.
"you're both simping so hard for each other, get a room." alex picks up his stuff again and walks away instead of attacking karl and/or y/n. the two stay silent, contemplating if what quackity was saying was true or not. could the other feel the same way?
. . .
the three continued playing the game off stream, sapnap and dream occasionally joining in. alex went off into a cave as karl went to get some supplies for y/n's new house since tommy recently burnt theirs down. after a few hours, one by one, everyone left the game, until karl and y/n were the only two left on the dream smp.
"hey, y/n." karl spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. they hummed in response. "thank you for the flower, it may have just been a flower, but to me, it means a lot. i love it."
y/n smiled, "hey, no worries. i'm glad you loved it, karl."
"when, um-" karl cleared his throat. "when are you going to be online again?"
"tomorrow, you can't get rid of me that easily, jacobs." y/n said softly, a light laugh at the end of their sentence.
"cool, cool," karl chuckled, "um, we should play again together sometime, like, just us two."
"like a minecraft date?" y/n said with a teasing tone. "or a real one?"
"um, either... both?" karl awkwardly said.
"i think that sounds amazing. a date with my favourite boy... sounds like a dream come true."
baking with tommyinnit and tubbo
pronouns: they/them summary: baking with tubbo and tommy is chaotic af :) requested: yes a/n: tysm for 100 followers, sorry i was gone for so long <3 tw: swearing and a TON of fluff wc: 0.4k
- first things first: this is chaotic as HELL
- you were ATTEMPTING to make a cake (a bee themed one, requested by tubbo) and you were all actually really stoked to do it !!
- so lets start off with tubbo, he is genuinely trying his best and wants to do well!
- he'll help you if you can't get the exact amount of milk in the bowl, or if you're struggling to crack an egg
- just a sweetheart <3
- but he mayyyyy throw a bit of flour in your direction occasionally ;)
- as for tommy...
- *insert deep sigh here*
- you and tommy will stick your fingers in the mixture and just straight up eat it when tubbo has his back turned
- and tommy will purposely pour the completely wrong ingredients into the bowl just to be annoying
- "are you tryiNG TO KILL US, TOMMY?!"
- "pfft, no-"
- will start a food fight
- you and tubbo vs tommyinnit himself
- but to spice things upppp, you would decide to betray tubbo for shits and giggles
- "y/n, how could you..."
- "it was never meant to be..."
- tubbo would probably still win lmao-
- after what felt like hours, and after a scolding from tubbo's mum, the cake would be in the oven and you were on to the best part
- CLEANING UP !!!
- we all love that part, right? right... guys?
- tommy was on washing up duty and would attempt to speed run it like he was dream or sum shit
- tubbo would put away all of the dishes after tommy washed them (tubbo would probably have to rewash them tbh)
- and you, well, you probably ran off to hang out with tubbo's sister
- but when the cake was out of the oven and you left it to cool, it was onto the decorating
- tubbo would probably take over since you and tommy can't keep your shaky ass hands still for two seconds
- tommy would most likely chase you around the kitchen holding a piping bag as tubbo just peaceful draws bees on the cake
- honestly i was just picturing that one brooklyn nine-nine meme where gina is just vibing as everyone's just fighting in the back but anywAYS-
- the cake genuinely looked good !!! (thanks to bee boy)
- but then it came to the taste test
- and it tasted
- like
- shit...
- "why is it so salty?"
- "..."
- "TOMMYINNIT, I SWEAR TO GOD!"
- turns out tommy poured salt instead of sugar in oops
- but what did you expect?
- overall, baking with tommyinnit and tubbo is hella fun :)
make-up ; georgenotfound
pronouns: they/them summary: george wants to wear make-up, but he's too shy to ask. requested: yes a/n: this might be my favourite thing i've written, this literally made my heart go whoosh, i love him <3 tw: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF wc: 0.9k
george was always fascinated with the idea of make-up. every morning he would just sit there and watch you put it on your already flawless face, but never had the courage to ask you to do it for him. he thought it was silly and the guys would tease him, but you could tell that there was something on gogy's mind.
it was a sunday morning and neither of you had anywhere to go, and george didn't need to stream for another couple of hours. you were once again sitting at your desk in your shared bedroom, finishing up on your make-up as george looked intensely at what you were doing.
"you okay, georgie?" you broke the silence, making george snap out of his daze. he just hummed in response. "you sure? you can tell me anything, i hope you know that."
you move away from the desk and sat next to george on the bed as he looked down at his lap. "i just like when you do your make-up."
you stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking between your make-up they lay messily over your desk to your boyfriend before speaking up, "d'you want me to do your make-up for you?"
george's cheeks heated up in embarrassment before he sheepishly nodded.
you quickly jumped up from the bed and sat back on the chair and patted your lap, gesturing for him to sit. he smiled at your eagerness and did as he was told. it was a slightly awkwardly position but it didn't bother either of you.
"lets start with the basics-" you pulled out numerous different pallets. "what colour eye shadow do you want?"
gogy opened and looked in each pallet before settling a baby blue. "this one."
"i was hoping you would pick that one." you smile as you grab the brush. "now close your eyes, love."
a series of giggles escape george's mouth as the brush tickles his eye lid. "i know you're super cute, but i need you to stay still!"
after you put the brush down, george turns to pick up the mirror. "we're not done yet!"
"really?" george turns his head to the side. "i thought- you're going to keep going?"
"if you like." to which george rapidly nods his head. "onwards then. now, this is the hardest part, especially since you can't stay still for your life."
"oh god." he watched as you picked up the liquid eye liner.
"if you don't want to, that's cool-" george takes hold of your wrist as you move to put it down.
"i want it, i want to be pretty like you." george mutters making your heart flutter.
"georgie, you're the prettiest boy in all the land." you give him a kiss on the nose before lightly grasping his jaw, making him stay still. "don't. move."
it was a struggle since george wouldn't stop flinching and giggling, but eventually he had the eye liner on, and did he look adorable. the mascara was a bit easier, but it was still hard since, well, he's george for heaven's sake, he can't sit still for two seconds.
"okay, this next two steps are the easiest." you rub your left hand up and down his thigh as you pick up a small metal container and an extremely fluffy brush. "blush!"
"ooooooh." he closed his eyes as the brush stroked his soft cheek, "i like that."
"thought you would." you chuckle as you admire your boyfriend. "it's my favourite part by far."
the sensation was soon over as he pouted.
"don't worry, pretty boy. we're nearly done." you look through the tubes. "now, which lip gloss do you want?"
george looked deep in thought as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "i think i want the shade you have on." he leaned forward and captured your soft, pink lips. the kiss didn't last long, but it was perfect.
"well," you said in a daze. "you could've just said so."
you opened your eyes to see that george indeed had a faint trace of your lip gloss on his lips. he looked perfect.
"you ready to see, gogy?" you held onto the mirror, ready to show him.
he looked nervous, even though he knew he looked amazing, it was still a new experience, he had never wore make-up before. he nodded his head as you spun the mirror around so he could see himself.
"wow." he took hold of the mirror. "i look good."
"that's the understatement of the century. i think i made you look pretty hot, gogy. hotter than usual."
his cheeks heated up, contrasting the light blush on his cheeks. "thank you, baby."
"anytime, and if you ever want me to do it again- or, if you want me to teach you to do it yourself, i'm here." you caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.
"i might stream like this." george rested his head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his torso.
"you up for that?" you smiled down at him.
"yeah. yeah, i am." he confidently said. "i think dream and sapnap would be pretty jealous, don't you think?"
"oh, most definitely."
i will not explain, i will not elaborate, good luck