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It's Not Your Bed, It's You by disexist
Fandoms: Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) - Fandom, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
08 Jan 2024
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Dream needs this. Dream needs to sleep, and if it happens to be in George's bed, then so be it.
After a couple of minutes, Dream adjusts slightly, tucking his arms under his head. George watches motionlessly, worried he's going to stir awake, but he doesn't. He's laying on his stomach, with the side of his head resting on his folded arms. He breathes out, softly, a content sigh.
George wants to reach out and touch him, the desire is tugging at his muscles. But he's delicate like this. One misstep and he'll slip back out and into consciousness.
Or, Dream is struggling with insomnia. An embarrassing revelation leads him to find out that sleeping comes easy only when he's laying next to George.
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one step heavy, two steps high by meridies
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
27 Sep 2020
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George finds Dream in the middle of a wasteland, after being alone for months. Somehow, impossibly, they both survive.
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- Part 7 of september prompt week
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"Don't stop touching me." George's voice cracks weakly, and Dream's heart falls to his feet. He's never seen George like this. He's never even heard George like this. He can't smother the rising anxiety in his chest, wondering what terrible thing could reduce resilient George down to this. "Dream."
"I'm touching you," Dream assures, slipping his fingers under George's shirt. "I've got you."
or, George has sleep paralysis and trouble sleeping. Dream helps.
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(pre)tend by PenAndInkPrincess
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
02 Mar 2022
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Two weeks into traveling with Geralt, Jaskier wakes with a horrifically familiar ache in his lower abdomen and resists the urge to beat his head into the ground at the slickness he can feel between his thighs, a slickness he has a terrible suspicion isn’t from some fun dream he can’t remember. He lifts his head to take a quick look around camp and finds Geralt absent, which fills him with a quick swell of annoyed anxiety at the thought that he’s been ditched again until he realizes Roach is still standing in place grazing happily on a patch of clover. Coast clear, a quick reach between his legs confirms his suspicions when his fingertips come back red.
“Fuckity fucking fuck,” Jaskier hisses under his breath, slamming his head back into the ground. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Just what he fucking needs when he’s trying to convince Geralt to stop trying to get rid of him. He winces at a sharp stab in his pelvis and lifts the cover of his bedroll to glare at his own body. “Fuck you.”
(Jaskier bleeds every month) (Geralt proves surprisingly helpful with this)
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The water splashes against the walls of the tub as he grips the wood— he splutters as his head’s dunked into the water.
“Geralt?” There’s an edge of hysteria to his voice, his stomach tight as his hair drips. “If you wanted me dead, should’ve just left me back in the—”
Geralt of Rivia is washing my hair.
“No.” His voice is so resolute as he rakes his fingers through Jaskier’s hair and works a lather into it.
Geralt, who’d wished him away with such harsh, vile words, spitting in anger as he’d pinned every wrongdoing on Jaskier’s shoulders. Geralt, who’d ignored his inquiries, hated on his songs, told him he’s a good for nothing peacock— it just makes no sense, does it?
Or, Geralt's nice to Jaskier after the mountain, Jaskier thinks he's dying, and Ciri thinks they're both idiots.