"You really didn't need to do that." George took us to another room, he was kind of angry. "No I did." I stubbornly argued. George chuckled as he bent down to look at me, so our eyes could meet. "What's so funny." Still pissed, I crossed my hands in annoyance and anger. "You're so short, you know that." He grinned at my face, patting my head laughing. "Fuck you," I rolled my eyes, giggling taking his hand off my head. I looked up at him, our eyes met, but this time it felt different. Our eyes admired each other. Suddenly it felt like time went in slow motion, like we were the only people in world, like somehow the world stopped just for us. We felt like we weren't afraid of death anymore, our mortal worries no longer played with our minds sitting in the back of our heads. All the anxiety built up suddenly came to a halt. ~~~~~~~~~~~ High school is complete bullshit, the movies make it seem like a utopia and i'm stuck here with ungodly workload of homework and studying. ~~~~~~~~~~~ note: this was my first actual full story, so i'm sorry if it's shitty lol

you're a 22 yr old twitch streamer with a decent sized platform from only streaming for a few months. you're well known for your amazing builds and skills at pvp related things like bedwars, skywars, etc. you've always been independent during streaming, but what happens when you become the builder for the dream smp? will you finally get yourself some friends after streaming independently for so long? maybe even have a taste of what love is? george x fem!reader | lowercase intended (you can change to your perferred pronouns!)

-GeorgeNotFound X reader- ~mafia~ Y/n didn't ask for this life.. fuck, no one would. Having a father that was the boss of a well known mafia called 678 was the furthest thing to living the "American dream". Y/n's father chose to play the rough way when it came to business and money- but it more recent times he scammed more money from another well known mafia that goes by WT. the faceless, unknown leader began sending multiple hits out for her family, causing her life to become much more chaotic then before- . . .

"Absolutely not." My voice is lined with disgust. "Oh come on," Dream is still trying to convince me, "It's just a car ride." "Yeah a thirty-six hour one." I turn to George, who's sitting in the passenger seat. "Thirty-six hours with you." a story in which y/n is stuck on a thirty-six hour car ride with their online rival, George. y/n~ they/them pronouns