#s.george

”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.

dream

[1] - clay strikes me as the type to like to take you out to fancy restaurants to impress you, at least when you first start dating – he just wants you to know that he's financially secure and can give you the whole world [2] - after awhile, it becomes more domestic, like your biweekly pillow forts & movies: you & clay spend an hour at the store and building the fort, decorating with pillows and blankets, & then you'd curl up with your snacks & a film to watch [3] - he definitely likes taking you dancing, and yes i do mean out to clubs or bars to dance and drink, but he also actively looks for elite balls nearby so you and him have the excuse to dress up all nice and go ballroom dancing

sapnap

[1] - similar to dream, i think sapnap likes taking you out to fancy restaurants, but for him it's more so because he wants to give you everything you deserve and for a long time he interprets that to be expensive meals [2] - after your six-ish month anniversary, he takes you to meet his family and it becomes regular to have dinner and/or game nights with his family, he just loves them and loves you and loves that you all get along [3] - definitely, 100% sapnap takes you to places that mean something to him, like the elementary school his entire family went to to play on the playground or the first bar he went to with dream and george, or the first place you two met

george

[1] - george was definitely more of a homemade meals, especially lunches when you first started dating; he just preferred having you to himself and in a more private situation than any restaurant could provide [2] - based on how intimate of a person george is, i think he's big on drives – whether it be at night, overnight, in the morning, afternoon, whenever – he loves being out with you without the distractions of social media, work, friends & family [3] - i think he also likes taking you to smaller bands' concerts/gigs; the crowds are smaller, less people recognise him but he still gets to see you enjoying the music you're always listening to in the car and in his home

the lounge was dark, and you could feel all eyes on you and the other showgirls out with you. most of the men around the room were downing alcohol like it was nothing, laughing and jeering and hollering at the stage. but there were two sets of eyes that felt as if they burned into your skin. they were hard to see, but once you'd looked in their direction, their gaze hardened. every opportunity you got in your routine to look at them you took and you discerned three things. one, they really liked what they were seeing, because there wasn't a second you felt their eyes move off you. two, they were doing business. you could see their mouths moving, clear they were talking to each other, and the drinks between them, you'd seen the scene plenty of times, this was business. third, they were fine. the taller of the two was lankier, paler and wore a grin that was to die for. the other, slightly shorter, donned a tuft of brown hair on his face, and both just looked good. even from afar, you could just tell, they were fine. then you looked back and they were talking to the lounge's owner, and then coming back around again, they were gone.

rather soon, the show was over and your group shuffled backstage, and you couldn't help but wish they'd stuck around.

pushing the door to your dressing room open while your head hung low to scratch at your neck, you didn't hear how the men standing not six feet from you adjusted in their respective spots. your head did snap up when you heard someone clear there throat, and then there they were. in front of you, in your dressing room. ”miss y/l/n?” his accent surprised you and it took you a minute to look down at his outstretched hand and place yours in his. ”uhm, hello.” he nodded to you and you returned it before turning your head to the man sat on your sofa and nodding to him. ”is there something i can do for you gentlemen?” you say, pulling your hand away from the brit's. now, you can see them closer, and you were right. you could see the dark brown of the brit's eyes and how his lips quirked up at your polite behaviour. the brit glanced over to the other man and your eyes followed his. finally, the man on the sofa speaks up after sucking in a deep breath. ”well, sweetheart first of all we wanted to congratulate you on that performance you gave.” gently, both the men clapped and you smiled, partially at the compliment and partially at his southern accent followed by a minuscule curtsy. ”oh! thank you.”

”and second, wanted to know if we could perhaps, escort you home?” your brows raised at the question. ”oh, i don't know about that,” you pause, stepping farther into the room to get to your vanity, now both the boys behind you but still to either side of you. ”i've still got to change and get all this makeup off, and i wouldn't want you two to have to wait around for little old me. also i really don't know who either of you gentlemen are.” you reached for the drawer off to the side before your wrist was reached for. the fingers on your hand were long, and pale, understood to be brit. ”george davidson.” slowly, you nod, and then you can feel the breath of the southern man behind you. your head whips around to see him grinning at you. ”armstrong. nick armstrong.” the close sentences with their individual accents make your breath hitch at how it started to make you a little dizzy. george releases your hand, pulling his hand back into the pocket of his slacks. shaking it off quickly, you turn around. ”and what are you doing here? never seen either of you boys around.”

again, george is the first to speak. ”international business is all.” he smiles and you look at him in the mirror, smiling right back before shifting your gaze against the glance. ”what about you mr. armstrong?” he gives a quick scratch to the underside of his beard before responding. ”making deals with the english.” his words make you laugh a little bit while george rolls his eyes.

quickly, you turn around, and open your arms wide to almost usher them out although it doesn't really work. ”well, as great as it's been to talk to you gentlemen, you really should get going, don't wanna keep you two waiting.” at your words, the two men smirk. ”listen, love,” the petname makes you a little dizzy and you can't help the way it warms your sex. it just sounded so good coming from his mouth. he hooks his finger under your chin, turning your face so you're looking up at him. ”i'm sure you can figure out a way to repay us for having to wait.” and there's that stupid grin of his again. nick moves to stand behind you, hands moving to your waist. oh you could most definitely think of a way to repay them.

when you're in public and he gets nervous – despite how much he told you he probably wouldn't be super into pda – he wraps his arms around you and tucks his head into your neck because it grounds him

bf george who insists that despite the fact that you're dating, you still need to go on actual dates together AND lets you pick everything when it comes to it

”d'you wanna do dinner, dancing, arcade, bowling, carnival?..” you ask, and your boyfriend shrugs, making you sigh. ”whatever you want lovey.” ”george i pick every single time, why can't you?” ”because i want you to be happy with our dates.” and as annoying as it is, you can't help how it warms your heart and how thoughtful he is.

george also invites you to every streaming/youtube event, and is 100% prepared for if you say yes or no

if it's a yes, he gets all excited and helps you pack, reminding you of a few essentials you tend to forget and while you're there he'll spend more time backstage with you or try to leave a little early to sightsee with you

if you tell him no, he understands and leaves you with a few of his hoodies, kisses you goodbye before he leaves, always finds a way to mention you on stage and ALWAYS brings back a souvenir from his trip for you

also around the six month mark of your relationship he asked dream n sap how they'd feel if he asked you to move in with him

of course they didn't mind, you were well liked by both of his roommates and he assured them that if you said yes that you'd sleep with him in his room

the only concern his friends had – mostly sapnap had – was what the situation would be with, and i quote 'how much fucking' you guys would be doing in the house, and he responded quite simply 'we're not you sapnap, we're not absolute horndogs.' (although who knows, maybe you are, maybe he lied)

still, george waited until you'd been dating for nine months to ask you to move in

”lovey, i uh, gotta ask you something.” you were walking back to his car from a bowling date, it was late and it was dark. ”go on.” he stopped walking, and you turned to face him. ”do you want to move in with me?” he gave you a small smile and you could see his hands tensing up. ”do your roommates know about this?” you faked concern but still he nodded, yes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ”yeah, course i do georgie.”

that mf went home with the goofiest grin on his face that night, and absolutely would not shut up about it for a week before you actually moved in / it made sapnap n dream rethink their life choices

still even after he asked you, you guys had a serious talk about it all, if he'd be willing to make space in his room for some of your things and of course he was, if he'd be willing to let you use his office once in awhile when you were sick so you could work from home and obviously he agreed

”holy shit what happened in here?” sapnap had peeked into george's room when he heard you and george laughing like little kids just to see you two trying to move your nightstands in to replace his. ”george i don't know if you know this but your room has been y/n-ified.” he joked, and george only laughs while you removed your hands from the table and grabbed a throw pillow from his bed, firing it at sap's head. sap ran out, shutting the door behind him.

the most noticed thing though that changed was when he streamed, chat noticed how there were some extra objects floating around the room that were clearly not his, sapnap's or dream's

sapnap tweeted about it later saying 'guys it's more than george's office- the entire house is filled with y/n's shit'