#gnf fluff

•he would send you to bed immediately to rest

•If you need to get up, he would carry you like a princess and take you by the waist so you don't have to make too much effort.

•Gives you George's cookies so you can eat something while he's away

•he would ask you if you have enough sanitary pads or tampons

• If you don't have one, he immediately grabs his car keys and goes shopping for you.

•He would return with chocolate, cupcakes, medicine and more sweets to make you feel better

• He probably forgot the pads/tampons and remembered it while he was walking through the parking lot

•He buy a heat pack for the cramps in your belly

• He would give you everything buy and he would stand there waiting like a puppy for you to invite him to bed next to you.

• He would put his big hands on your belly with the intention of calming the pain

• I would tell you random things to make you forget about the discomforts

•You laughed very hard and you felt how the blood went down

•"I won't tell any more jokes I'm sorry"

• Movies or YouTube videos to pass the time

• You fell asleep with your head on his chest and he combed your hair.

•Maybe you are one of the girls who feels a little horny during your period and Dream knows it, but he would wait for you to ask him or take the first step

•He would let you know that if you want to do it he would not refuse and he would make you feel very comfortable.

•Once you mentioned it, he would offer to use his mouth without any fear of taste you

George

•Probably the period came without warning, your pants are slightly stained on your butt

• George is not prudent at all, he would try as hard as he could to see your ass stained while you fight not to look at him walking backwards because you would be embarrassed

• In the end he won, and in JOKE he would be upset saying something like "disgusting"

•You know it's a joke and he does it to annoy you, actually the last thing George would feel for you would be disgust, but seeing that you were embarrassed by it he wanted to annoy you

• You know it's a joke, but you're there at his house, with stained light-colored pants, you don't have a tampon or sanitary pad on, you were colicky, and you weren't in the mood for jokes.

• he would apologize and tell you that he is joking as soon as he saw you roll your eyes in annoyance

• After apologizing many times, he would let you into his shower.

•He gave you his clothes, any black shirt and some black shorts, all in a dark color in case there is another accident again, it won't be noticeable like the last time

•It was not necessary to go out and buy pads / tampons because you had some in your bag

• George gives you some of his food, cookies or he would sacrifice one of his favorite chocolates that Dream gave him for Christmas just for you.

•he'd get medicine for your headaches and your belly and he would put them on the table in front of you together with a glass of water

•He would order your favorite food at home

•Harry Potter marathon maybe

•He would give you your space and more knowing that he made you angry a while ago

•But you only want him close so you stay curled up on the couch watching the movies

•You'd both fall asleep for a long time

• He knows that sometimes your period upsets your hormones and sometimes you were horny but he learned not to push you and ask him to.

•He wouldn't touch you for fear of hurting you since your body becomes very sensitive on these dates of the month

•It wouldn't bother him at all to "stain his sword with blood"

• But he doesn't make any movements so as not to make you feel uncomfortable

•He would only get up from the back of the chair to take your jaw and kiss you slowly, he would increase the intensity of the kiss and go down to your neck

•He does it with the intention that you ask him to touch you

Sapnap

•Sapnap would notice if you complain about colic

• You would be sitting in his chair and the pain in your belly would come suddenly, you would immediately put your hands on your belly and complain about the pain.

•He would prepare you some chamomile tea

• he would cook you anything you wanted to eat and wouldn't let you help him so you wouldn't force yourself

• he would get you pads or tampons

•He would send a message to his mother to ask what medication to take in case of colic

•He would rub your belly to try to reduce the pain

• He would offer to give you a massage on your back and waist.

•He would lay you on his chest so you can sleep

•He would massage to the sides of your head to try to reduce the headache

•He would treat you as if you were a baby, he would speak to you low and very sweet

• Caress your thighs sweetly once you're comfortable

•He knows that sometimes you feel a little horny, so after your nap and you feel better, he would offer to massage your breasts with the excuse "baby's are sensitive, let me take care of it."

• Once he hugs you from behind with both hands on your breasts he would start doing it "innocently"

•he would start kissing your neck and just say things like "an orgasm can help the cramps" "you'll feel better" "I promise I'll be gentle so I don't hurt you"

”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” those were the first words george ever heard you say.

george had heard your twitch handle – your username – float around twitter for awhile since you had another big project coming up. but the first time he saw you was in larray's newest youtube video. you'd opened the door to the room larray was pacing around in, talking into this phone's microphone, and you had two coffees in hand. ”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” the cut off was when one of the coffees spilled a little bit out of the lid and onto the floor. larray let his jaw fall slack, looking between the camera and the floor by the entrance. ”oh bitch how did that happen?”

”shut up.” you start, stepping over the spill to put the coffees down on his desk. ”do you have paper towels?” and then the video cut to him driving alone in his car, singing along to another song as he did almost ritualistically during these cuts.

it was that video that sent george down the rabbit hole. it started with your youtube channels, your main which was mostly your shortened streams and those very rare vlogs you did with friends. almost two hours had gone by when he realised just how long he'd been watching your videos and laughing every few minutes because you had said something funny, or you added to a joke someone else had started.

then there was your twitch, which had him travelling over to your twitter, and after reading like ten of your tweets, he followed you. after shaking his head and closing twitter, he found himself scrolling through your instagram. starting with the most recent, which he liked, that was safe enough, and he just kept going, at least until one of his roommates knocked on his door, and he accidentally liked a really old post. it was late and he didn't understand what could possibly be so important.

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george didn't bother telling any of his friends about you as he didn't feel it was necessary. ping. that was weird. george could've sworn he'd silenced his phone. then again, this wasn't his stream and he could afford to check it right then.

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his lips parted, a heavy exhale leaving him. it was weird, but he smiled at it. ”ooooh george, what's, or who's got you smilin' over there?” sapnap half-turned around in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows at his roommate. george's eyes snap up to his friend. ”uh, what?” sapnap just sort of laughs it off and goes back what he was doing prior.

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”hi george, i'm y/n.” you extended a hand out to the brit and after what felt like forever, he put his hand in yours and shook. ”hi.” was the only word he could manage out. as much as he wanted to make a good first impression, the only thing he could do when he looked at you was smile. it was something easily picked up by the rest of the group; sapnap, dream and larri. there were shared looks between the three, ones neither you or george saw.

you'd of course heard of the dream team, they were popular streamers, but you'd also heard about them from larri, who knew them a quite a bit better than the internet did.

larri was the first to speak up to get everyone back on track, to record the video. ”anyways so–”

god, george was a goner for you, and he didn't even really know you. at least not yet.

You were preparing a light snack of a mix of your favorite fruits. It was late-morning and your roommate, George, had spent all night streaming with his friends. This wasn't a rare occasion, it was often that you would get most of the day to yourself. You were never upset, no, you knew how much George loves his friends and how much joy playing and talking with them gives him. Besides, it worked out for the better. You get the house to yourself for the day, you two see each other for a couple hours near supper, then he gets the house for himself at night.

You two had the perfect dynamic. You both valued your free time but at the same time, didn't want to be alone. You were so lucky to have found each other on that subway. If you two wouldn't have been talking at the same time to your best friends about finding a roommate, it is a guarantee that you would have never met.

You enjoyed your free time, just like George enjoyed his. As a streamer, he didn't want to be interrupted. However, he never had to worry about that because you were always sleeping; it was just perfect. He only talked about you on stream when his friends accidentally mentioned you. His chat loved hearing about you, but they never met you. They would at most get to hear George read texts from you if he was being too loud or needed to shut off a light.

Just like with his friends, when he talked to chat, he would praise how chill of a roommate you were. He told stories about him getting done streaming at one in the morning and you getting up for a late night snack, and how sometimes you two would talk for hours.

George had always thought that your favorite thing about him being your roommate was the freedom you got-how at sometimes it didn't feel that he was there. But he was more than wrong.

The thing you loved most about George being your roommate, was when you got your couple hours a day with him. Some days were just plain impossible to see each other because if he wasn't streaming or recording a video, he was editing a video or coming up with new ideas. It was rare that he ever took a break. He assured you not to worry because it didn't feel like a job to him, but it still made you wonder when he was going to burn out.

However, there were times where George would get caught up, or his friends were busy with other things to plan or play with him. Those were secretly your favorite days. You knew how much it saddened George to spend all day not hearing from them, but you both knew the mental toll it took on people to talk to the same people 24/7; another reason why you were perfect roommates.

Neither of you could ever get bored with the other. You would see each other almost daily, but not for too long-well not as long as you liked. You wished that he could all be yours, the only one who got his attention, but the fact that you didn't have many moments with each other throughout the day, made the ones that you did that much more special.

When it came down to it, you were head over heels in love with George, and it was hard to explain why. You couldn't pinpoint exactly where it started. Maybe it was the day you met him. Those beautiful eyes staring back at you with astonishment that you were both in the same situation and somehow the universe made you meet… it was a sign on its own. It’s hard not to mention how handsome George is. He is everybody's heart throb, but you might take the number one spot on simp chart.

He probably didn't notice the small things that you did for him-like dropping off a water before going to bed, or making sure that he has his curtains shut when he sleeps, or cleaning up after him when he was too excited about some block game to remember to put the dishes away. All you did was for him. He might have just saw it as you being a good roommate and nothing more, but it was so much more for you.

There was no doubt in your mind that you had fallen in love with George. How classic of you, falling in love with your roommate. The books couldn't have written it better. Two people young in age, both single, living with another in a utopia. Today; however, your utopia had become perfect.

Mixing up the fruit by spinning it around the dish with your fork, you noticed a shadow casted upon the wall in front of you. You turned back to see a just awakened George in his classic black tee and gray sweatpants.

You looked at the oven time, "Wow, George! You're up before noon! That has to be a record!"

"Ha ha, very funny y/n," He yawned, walking over to the cabinet beside you and grabbing a bowl for himself.

You picked up the bowl and brought it to the table a few feet away. "What time did you go to bed?"

He shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing some milk for his cereal, "Pretty early actually. I think around eleven."

"Eleven!" You exclaimed. "That really is a record! You got to bed before the day ended!"

You looked over and saw him roll his eyes, "Dream and Sapnap are recording an irl video tomorrow and had to get up early for it. They're driving further away in case they get recognized, that way people can't put together where they live. They went to bed earlier and I had nothing to do, so I went to bed too. Figured I had to get rest for the big day."

You were taken back, George never mentioned any plans for the day and never put anything on your shared calendar, "Big day?”

He sat down across the table from you, shoving the large spoon in his mouth and taking a moment to chew, nodding as he did, “I’m taking the day off. I wanna...” He trailed off and looked behind you at the window, avoiding eye contact.

“Well...?”

He seemed to gain some confidence and made eye contact with you for the first time this morning. You tried not to be taken back, but it was difficult not to, but you didn't want to miss what he said.

“I just wanna spend some time with you today,” He admitted shyly. “Like the whole day, not just half the day. And I don’t wanna necessarily go anywhere or spend actual money, I just wanna stay in and have a chill day with you. Unless you want to go out which is perfectly fine! Or if you already had plans-”

You cut him off, smiling widely, “I would love to catch up with you, George. Staying in sounds fantastic.”

“That’s great!” He replied, going back to eating his cereal.

You were done eating before George. You brought your bowl, stained with different diluted colors from the fruit, to the sink and started soapy water for them to soak. You continued to talk to George about the video that Dream and Sapnap were recording. You didn't really understand much of it as George focused on the technical aspect of it and the aesthetic that they were going for, but you nodded your head and pretended like you were keeping up with him.

George is a hard man to keep up with. His day is always filled and he is the center of attention in his friend group. Every day he has a new story to tell you, or maybe a new idea to run by you. But despite being busy, he was so caring. Maybe he didn't think that you noticed, but you did notice that he made sure that he would talk to you. Even if it was a quick conversation in the hallway, he made sure it happened. 

You stopped the water and threw your dish into soak, along with some others from the last two days. George is a slow eater, so you were done with most of the dishes by the time he handed his over to you. 

“Do you need some help?” He asked.

You chuckled, “Like I have ever seen you touch a dish in your life.”

“That’s not fair!” He argued back. “You always have them done and you made it your thing so I never had the chance. Now move over and let me help you!”

George placed his hand upon your waist, sending exciting shivers up your spine as he got you to move over. You wished that his hand would never leave your side, but to your disappointment he took it back and started grabbing dishes in the rinse sink, “So now what?”

You bursted out laughing, “What do you mean ‘now what’? Do you seriously not know how to do dishes?”

He gestured toward the cup, “Well I don’t know! You were the one who put it in the sink when it's already clean!”

You hung your head low and shook it in disapproval, “You need to spray the suds off of it, George.”

He grabbed the hose and twisted it around, “What? With this?” As he finished his sentence, he turned the head towards you and pushed down on the lever, causing water to squirt out and drench the upper half of your body. George failed to recognize his actions and continued to spray you as he ‘tried’ to figure out how it worked. 

“George!” You screamed, shielding your eyes from the flow. “Stop spraying me!”

George stopped and broke down laughing. The hose fell into the sink and his arms hugged his belly which was in pain from laughing so much. You; however, were not as assumed. You knew damn well that George was playing dumb with the dishes to be able to prank you, and you were not having it. This was not the ‘quality time’ you expected with him. 

“You fucker!” You yelled at him, lightly pushing his shoulder back. “You knew exactly what you were doing!”

“Did you really think me, a twenty-five-year-old man, did not know how his own sink worked?” He asked between laughs. You stared back at him in anger, refusing to answer his question. He pouted, “Come on, y/n! That was funny! Look at how mad you are!”

“I am not mad,” You replied. “I am soaked.”

George, still laughing, jogged over to the couch and grabbed his gray sweatshirt that he had dumped there the night before. He came back and held it out to you, “I’m sorry for having a little fun. You can take my sweatshirt if you’d like.”

“Your sweatshirt?” You repeated.

He looked down at the fabric in his hands and nodded, “Yea...? Can I not offer you some dry clothes when I got yours wet?”

“Your sweatshirt? You want me to wear your sweatshirt?” 

“Well when you put it that way...”

You both blushed at the realization of what he was truly asking you to do. This was your first time ever being offered any clothing of his, let alone his sweatshirt. You tried to hide your smile by turning around and swiftly exchanging the wet shirt stuck to your body to his self-scented sweatshirt, but the second you pulled the fabric over your head, you were done for. You were no longer just blushing, your whole face was heated and you were scared to imagine how red you looked. 

You turned around to face him again and adjusted the bottom hem, pulling it down over your waist. You looked back at George; he was also a smiling mess. To add to the mix, you pulled the already large sleeves over your hands and flipped the hood over your head, “Good?”

“G-Great!” He stuttered out, still in shock about how good you looked better than he ever imagined. 

“So um...” You attempted to break the awkwardness. “Wanna play some games on the Switch?”

The rest of the day you two spent playing games, ordering food, and watching weird YouTube videos-the type of videos you would only get at three am. The interaction earlier has set the tone for the day. You two went back and forth teasing each other about both of your poor attempts at flirting; however, neither of you flat out came out and said it was flirting. Both of you still had the idea stuck in your heads that you two were perfect roommates and nothing more. From an outsider’s point of view, it was clear that you two had something more. 

You started out playing Mario Kart at complete opposite ends of the couch, but by the time the you two moved onto videos, you were knee to knee with one another. George had placed his arm on the top of the couch. From the front view, it looked as if he had his arm around you, but yet he never dared to actually touch you. 

He had set the videos to ‘autoplay’ that way he never had to get up. The videos got weirder and weirder the more it played. You felt yourself dozing off when ‘deep carpet cleaning’ was playing. You felt your head dip down, and next thing you knew, you were dreaming about being George’s arms for real. It was nice to dream of being in his bed with him, your leg lazily swung around his waist and his hand in your hair. It was all too good to be true.

You were woken up by screaming, coming from the television. You opened your eyes and saw that George had put on some ‘making a house from scratch in Legos’ series and from the looks of it, the creator had been using the wrong parts and has to now restart. You started to sit up, but something didn't feel right-the couch was too far sinked down for just you. 

You propped yourself up to see George underneath you, peacefully watching the screen with one hand holding the remote, his other supporting his head. He had one leg hanging off with the other somewhere underneath you. You tried to scramble away, but George had entangled your legs with his, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you! I-I-I must’ve thought you were some pillow!” 

You detangled your legs and started to stand up, but George brought his hand down and placed it on your back, encouraging you to lay back down, “It’s okay, y/n. I don’t mind. Go back to bed, you seem comfortable.”

He is being way too sly, he had to have taken advice from Dream while I was asleep.

“No, George, it’s okay. I can go and sleep in my own bed if you’re gonna be up for a while,” You offered, but refused to move off of him any further and getting any closer.

He shook his head and brought his eyes off the screen and laid them upon you, “Well, if you wanna go you can but...I really wanted you to stay.”

You nodded, “Oh, yeah sure. I can stay up for a while and watch a few more shows.” You started to shift your body so that you could sit down next to George, but he stopped you before you could get fully off of him.

“No!” He exclaimed, reaching a hand out to you. “No-I mean, I’m comfortable too and...I liked having you...well...just-it was nice.”

You didn't have much to say because your face told him all he needed to know. Even half awake your eyes lit up in joy and your face glowed in happiness. You took his hand and let him pull you back down into his chest. This time he played some Netflix show and kicked his leg up to the couch. You laid between his legs with one of your legs bent over him, just like in your dream. He had one of his arms across your back, caressing it, while the other played with strands of your hair. You smiled to yourself, melting in his touch. You rubbed your cheek into his neck, as a way of thanking him for treating you so well. He responded by dipping his head down slowly and carefully pressing a gentle, sweet kiss to your temple. You sighed in satisfaction. This moment for you reinforced your love for him. All the time you spend waiting for him to be ready was well worth it, even if it was just for this one night. But it was going to be a lot more than one night. 

“You better get used to this, Love,” George whispered into your ear. “Now that I have you, you ain’t ever leaving...unless you really want to- I mean- I’m not gonna hold you hostage or anything or...let me restart. I mean, I’m never letting you go until you want to be let go of.”

“Shut up, George,” You joked with him. “Watch these people sell houses and give me more kisses, I like them a lot.”

You felt him smile, “Of course, my Love.”

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