"If you had to kiss any one of our friends that wasn't me who would you pick?" I asked with a giggle, glancing up at George's face as I drew little shapes on his shoulder.
My head was resting on his chest as he pulled me close, we were both to comfy to move but not tired enough to fall asleep yet.
So I figured I might as well make conversation.
"Clay." George said with a small laugh.
"Should I be concerned about how quick you answered that?" I asked with a giggle, sitting up slightly so I could see his face.
"What, totally not. It would just be really funny. It would break the internet." He joked with a goofy smile.
"Wow okay, remind me not to let you go to Florida then." I laid my head back down into his chest softly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
"What about you?" He asked while bringing his hand up to play with my hair.
"Probably Sapnap." I said with a shrug, causing a small gasp from him.
"What! Why? Out of everyone really?"
"Yeah, it's the accent. If not then Wilbur." I giggled and glanced up to see him looking down at me in offence.
"Should I be concerned? I don't like how you've had that answer ready." He laughed and shook his head at me.
"Should you be concerned? Half the internet thinks your cheating on me with Clay, and you asked." I said while shaking my head at him.
He rolled his eyes jokingly before kissing my head gently.
"How about we just stick to kissing each other?" He asked with a small giggle.
“stop thief!!!” the store vendor called out at the young wilbur soot, who had just stolen a precious, valuable, bag of dates. sighing, wilbur glanced behind him at the angry store vendor. the man was shaking his fist and screaming, trying to catch the attention of everyone around him and causing a scene. and all for what? a bag of dates?
wilbur tucked the bag of dates away and started pushing through the people of the bazaar, trying to get a head start on the chase that he knew was about to happen.
“friend! come on!” he called out to his little monkey; his partner in crime (literally). friend let out a few sounds and latched onto wilbur’s shoulder. wilbur glanced behind him one more time to see the vendor talking to two of the palace guards.
the two guards had similar heights, although one was a bit more buff than the other. the buff one has a bandana wrapped around his forehead and a fiery look in his eye. the other seemed to be a bit calmer and had goggles covering both of his eyes. wilbur recognized them as the guys who constantly chased him. rolling his eyes, he started to run faster as the two guards finally caught sight of him.
he ran through the streets of beautiful agrabah, dodging past ladies buying silks and men buying bread for their families. he ran past little children, begging their parents for food and toys. he snaked past tourists, who marveled at the colors of the kingdom and imagined what life in the royal palace would be like. he went through stores and vendor carts, hearing the commotion caused by the two burly guards behind him.
eventually, he reached an intersection. he could, go straight and into a jewelry store, to the right and into a street performance, or to the left and run into the guy he stole from. none of those options seemed appealing to him, as the possibility of getting in trouble was high at each of them. he quickly scanned the environment around him, trying to find any form of escape. just to the side of him, there was a bit of scaffolding which was stacked onto one another. shrugging, he started to climb, friend bounding along next to him.
below him, the guards had also reached the intersection, and they had brought backup. as they debated which way to go, the guard with goggles glanced up, seeing wilbur's retreating figure. elbowing the other guard in the gut, he pointed up and wilbur.
"sapnap! he's up there!" wilbur heard the guard with goggles hiss at his companion. he heard a grunt from the one called 'sapnap' and started to climb faster. soon, the scaffolding started to shake violently. the guards must be shaking the scaffolding in an attempt to make him fall off. wilbur grit his teeth and looked up, this was not going to be the day he got caught. he continued to climb, losing footing a few times, but quickly regaining it and continuing the trek. he reached the top of the scaffolding and jumped onto the nearby roof. he grasped the ledge of the roof with his fingertips, and pulled himself up and onto the building - friend helping in any way he could.
breathing heavily, wilbur tried to catch his breath, not thinking any of the guards would try and get him up here. he was about to pull out the bag of dates and eat one until he heard crashing and clashing from just behind him. he watched as the guards climbed up the stairs on the side of the building to reach him. he was sure there was no escape until he caught hold of a carpet on the roof of the building neighboring the one he was on.
when wilbur was younger, his mother used to be his best friend. she taught him how to play the guitar and taught him how to be independent. she fed him, she played with him, she taught him, and did everything with wilbur. one of wilbur's favorite pastimes with his mother used to be reading fairytales. wilbur enjoyed the fantastical stories and plotlines, imagining himself within those stories and the interactions he would have with the characters. one story in particular always caught wilbur's interest. it was the story of a traveler who came across a magic carpet. the traveler used the magic carpet to travel from place to place and to meet new and different people. the story was called "a whole new world", and wilbur never got bored of reading that story.
once wilbur had caught sight of that carpet, the connection clicked in his mind. even though he knew that magic carpets were in fact, fictional, he still wanted to believe. he jumped over to the next building effortlessly, as if he'd done it his entire life, and unrolled the carpet. the carpet was dull and sun-bleached, the material thick and rough.
"it's better than nothing," he mumbled out, as he glanced over the edge to eye the covering over what he hoped to be a bunch of flowers or petals. he waited till the guards had made their way to the roof he was stood on. and then, he threw the carpet and jumped onto it. he rode the carpet down and crashed into the covering, creating a large hole in the top of it. he kept still, hoping his trick and worked in making the guards believe he was injured or, hopefully, dead. after 5 or 6 minutes, he got up and bounded away, whistling for friend to follow him.
after jogging in the opposite direction for a while, he sighed and slumped onto the wall of a building.
"finally," he thought, as he opened the bag of dates and handed one to his monkey, about to eat one himself, until he heard a whimper from beside him. he glanced down to see a boy with horns, and a tattered green shirt and blue pants, looking longingly at the bag in wilbur's hand. he sighed, pinching his nose, and gave the bag to the kid. the kid squealed and looked up at the taller boy, smiling. wilbur smiled too, and shushed the boy, telling him to not tell on him.
friend made some sort of scoffing noise and offered wilbur half of their date.
"thanks, buddy," he said, as he patted the soft fur on friend's back, accepting the half date and eating it, his hunger not being satisfied at all. the two of them continued to journey through the streets of agrabah, avoiding as many conversations as he could, until he caught sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. he stood there, stupidly and very unlike him, just staring at the woman he had laid eyes on. he was gonna talk to her.
wooo chapter 1 is complete !
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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?"
Just Haven’t Met You Yet (georgenotfound x reader)
Hi! this imagine is loosely based on the song “just haven’t met you yet” by michael buble !! https://open.spotify.com/track/4fIWvT19w9PR0VVBuPYpWA?si=8ad6f35153594838
summary: your parents gifted you a diary for your 13th birthday in which you wrote about your hopes for the future. luckily for you, some of those wishes just so happened to come true :)
You looked up at your parents with awestruck eyes as they handed you a mysterious wrapped package.
“Happy birthday honey!” your mom exclaimed as she patted your hand after you closed it around the package. Your dad smiled and rubbed your back, happy to see his child growing up.
“Well,” he started, gesturing towards the package, “open it up!” You didn’t waste any time opening up the package, ripping off the wrapping paper and throwing it behind your back like you were in some kind of Disney show. After a couple of moments, you had taken off all of the paper and revealed your present. A diary? A journal? You stared at the blue-hardcover book for a couple of seconds before you looked up at your parents with an unamsued look.
“Seriously?” you asked, not impressed with the gift. “Don’t get me wrong, thank you for the gift, I appreciate it, but why did you buy me this diary? What will I even do with this? Other than writing in it.”
Your mom simply smiled and patted your shoulder, “Who knows honey? Maybe this diary will prove to be useful in the future! Start by writing your bucket list or goals down!” she said, and pulled your dad’s arm towards the kitchen so he could start helping her with your cake. You flipped through the pages of the diary, searching for some other hidden surprise. After searching, unsuccessfully, you shrug and decide to give what your mom said a try. What could happen? You turned to head up to your room but you heard laughter in the kitchen.
You walked into the kitchen and saw your parents cheesily dancing to love songs from the radio together. You smiled, you wanted something like that in your future. Someone to love, someone to spend the rest of your life with. You ran up to your room, now having the motivation to write in your diary.
“Dear Diary,
Uh hi? I just turned 13 today! I got this diary as a present from my parents. Mom told me to write my goals and wants for the future. I don’t really know what I want in the future, but I know that I want to be like my mom and dad. Here is the list of things I want to do with my significant other so I can be like mom and dad:
I want to meet at a cafe
I want to go to a sunflower field
I want to build a snowman
I guess I should-”
“Honey!” your mom called from downstairs, “You cake is done! Come blow out the candles!” Grinning, you shut your diary, your thoughts interrupted and long forgotten. You never looked back to that entry as you grew up, only adding more and more on as you grew up. Eventually, you graduated high school, and got into a good college. Your life was changing, evolving. But of course, there are some things that stay the same.
You strolled into your favorite cafe, “Downtown Press”. You got into line at the counter, tapping your foot to the beat of the song playing over the speakers as you waited for your turn at the counter. You glanced around at the other people in the cafe, there were people working on their laptops, people on dates, and some just enjoying the vibe. Soon, you got to the counter and relayed your order to the cashier. You thanked the worker, tipped, and went to wait by the counter where your drink and food would be given to you.
You scrolled through your phone until you heard your name being called. Tucking your phone into your pocket, you raised your hand as a greeting who called your name and grabbed your drink and bag with food in it. Deciding to eat the food back at your apartment, you quickly rushed to the door and pushed it open with your shoulder. Behind you, you heard someone playing gentle jazz on the saxophone and you turned around. At that exact moment, someone else decided to walk in your direction as well. The two of you collided, your drink spilling all over his shirt.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed as you grabbed the napkins from the bag that contained your food and thrusted them into his arms. “I’m so so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” you exclaimed more, nervousness taking over as you hoped the man wouldn’t be too mad.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said, grinning. The soft British accent surprised you, and you finally looked at the man you had bumped into in the face. He was very good looking, with his brown hair and brown eyes you could stare into for ages. Eventually, your “gazing” turned into staring and once you realized you immediately looked away, looking at anything but the man. Realizing you should say something, you immediately spoke up.
“Here, have my scone as an apology.” you said, slowly handing over the bag with your desert to the man. He smiled and grabbed the bag, peering into it. He hummed and handed it back to you.
“I’m not that big a fan of scones.” he stated. Your expression got a bit more solemn, and he definitely noticed. “Don’t worry! A date with the cute person who bumped into me at the coffee shop would be more than enough for an apology.” he said, and started smirking and raised his eyebrows.
Blinking a couple of times, you sheepishly smiled and nodded, accepting. “I think I could set that up for you.” you said, handing him your phone. “Here, put your number in.”
He inputted his number and his name. You took your phone back, read his name, and smiled. “Nice to meet you George, sorry if I made a bad first impression.”
“The pleasure is mine.” he said, sticking his hand out for you to shake.
“Come on!” you exclaimed as you shut the door to George’s car. Running over to the side he was seated in, you opened his door and grabbed his wrist, eager to get to the flowers. He gave a soft smile as he followed you to the field, using his other hand to quickly lock the car. You paid the worker the money needed to enter the field and smiled. It was a perfect summer day: sunny and not too windy. George grasped your hand and smiled.
“Ready love?” he asked. You eagerly nodded and walked into the field, immediately amazed by the beauty of the flowers. You gently let go of George’s hand and spun around, basking in the feeling. He slowly plucked a flower while you were distracted and hid it behind his back. Noticing your boyfriend standing there and staring at you, you stopped spinning.
“What?” you asked, hands on your hips with an eyebrow raised. He said nothing and handed you the flower. Grinning, you tightened your grasp on the flower and smiled. “Thank you darling.” you stated as you grabbed his hand.
“Anything for you,” he cheesily replied as he spun you around once again. You landed pressed up against him. He kissed your forehead and smiled, placing his chin on the top of your head. You both swayed to the beat of an imaginary song. Breaking the silence, George softly mumbled out “Love, are the flowers green or yellow? I can’t tell.”
You started giggling, causing George to smile as well. “Colorblind bitch.” you jokingly mumbled back, “they’re yellow.” He made an “o” with his mouth and looked around at the sunflowers once again, as if taking them in again for the first time. You smiled at his face, not letting go of him.
You searched for sticks as you watched George, all bundled up in sweaters and scarves, sticking his tongue out in an attempt to catch some snowflakes. He grinned as he tasted the frozen water on his tongue. His grin widened as he saw you were watching him.
“What’s wrong love?” he jokingly asked as he saw you playfully glaring at him.
“Help! me!” you exclaimed as you went on the hunt for sticks for your snowmens arms once again. Shaking his head he strode over to you, helping you hunt for sticks. Eventually, you both found four sticks that would be suitable. You walked over to the one you made and stuck them into the sides, as he did the same to his.
“Look, this one is you” he said, pointing at yours, “and this one is mine!” he finished, his finger now poised towards the snowman he had made. Laughing, you nodded and used your finger to write “George” and “Y/N” in the snow in front of your snowmen. You knew that the words would be covered by the falling snow eventually, but it was the thought that counts. Little did you know, George was watching you write the words with a lovestruck look upon his face. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone like you.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sometimes, your dreams do come true.
