#♧: george blurbs

[abiiors]

Oooo for bbf!george blurbs how about the first time they meet each other??

oh the first time they meet each other george is 13 and reader is 11 so there isn’t much of a story there i’m afraid so i’ll give you their first like significant moment that forms a friendship between them outside of their relationships with matty (reader is 15 and george is 17)

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summer afternoons of your childhood are the one thing you remember with all the fondness in the world.

riding around on your bike in the neighborhood, wind in your hair, and warm sweat trickling down your back. your thighs burn from the exertion but your mouth is stretched into a wide smile. the cicadas are loud and everywhere smells faintly of roses.

in a moment of stupidity you close your eyes and tilt your head up to the skies—savouring the smell of the roses and the speed of the wind and the sound of your bicycle gears.

it feels good to be whimsical… that is until you open your eyes and gasp at the tiny cat that’s ran onto the road, right in front of you.

panic fills your chest, you don’t have enough time to break your speed, and oh shit the cat is so close. desperately, you swerve to the left.

the world tilts. the whole bike wobbles, you let a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, and the pavement comes closer.

next thing you know, there’s a sting on your palms and pain flares across your knee that’s now a bloody mess. your bike’s on the street, tires still spinning hopelessly.

fortunately, no one was out on the streets to see your embarrassing little accident. no one except for the cat maybe, who turns up its nose at you and goes back to sniffing some bushes.

you huff, manage to stand up and dust yourself off. then you limp back home.

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your parents aren’t home, it’s the middle of the day after all, so you beeline straight to your brother’s room.

by now the blood has run down your shin and down to your ankles, soaking the rim of your socks and turning it red. you sniffle—your pretty daisy-patterned sock. now unsalvageable.

still, you quietly limp up the stairs and stand outside of matty’s door holding back tears. sure you need help but you’re still a big girl and big girls don’t cry. so you scrub at your eyes and knock on his door.

“matty? you in there?” it’s barely a wobbly whisper.

a few seconds later the doorknob turns and you loose a sigh of relief. the door creeks open and george’s face comes into view.

“hey,” he shuffles awkwardly. “thought you were matty.”

so did i, you think but swallow the words.

“where is he?”

“gone to the shop,” george says. “we needed some ci—snacks.”

you roll your eyes at his obvious attempt to cover for matty. (as if you won't know what your brother gets up to when he thinks your parents have gone to bed) but the door is properly open now and george is fully in view.

for a moment the pain in your knee ebbs away as you take in his tall frame. he's so much taller than matty, so much broader too. and when he crosses his arms in front of his chest, they look... rather nice.

then george clears his throat and you're once again reminded of the wound.

"uh... it's fine. i'll come back once matty's home." with that, you turn around, trying not to sniffle until you're completely out of his earshot.

"wait," he speaks again, "shit, are you okay?"

you turn around to look at him and notice his eyes trained on your bloody knee. tiny spots of blood are on the floor too trailing you to and away from matty's room. you wince as another wave of pain hits and try to nod.

"is this why you were looking for matty? come on, i can help you."

his casualness makes you hesitate. sure, you've known george for ages now, have seen him around your house and talking to your parents. you've interacted with him once or twice, said a quick hello maybe. but you don't know george.

"come on," he urges again and props matty's bedroom door wide open.

gingerly, you step into the room and study george from a distance. he's always been more of a presence on the side in your life--quieter than matty is, a still counterpart to your brother's constant chaos.

george grabs a nearby chair and gestures for you to sit. quickly, he disappears in the ensuite and you hear sounds of shuffling, cupboards opening and closing shut. then he steps out of the bathroom and returns to you with a first aid kit.

"let's see what we've got here," he murmurs more to himself and kneels down in front of you.

quickly, george pours some disinfectant on a cotton ball and you watch the crease between his brows deepen as he gently examines your scraped knee.

you flinch when the medicine touches the open wound but his hand rests on your calf, holding your leg in place.

"sorry," his face turns sheepish. "i'll try to be quick, okay?"

instead of responding, you take the moment to study him. his dark hair fall into his eyes and his touch is surprisingly gentle. not something you would associate with a teenage boy. (definitely not the boys you know) it's strange, though, to have someone take care of you like this, especially someone you haven't really spoken to before.

"how did you fall?" he asks and you blink to focus back on his words.

"uh... well," a flush creeps up your cheeks at the thought of telling him what really happened. "a cat ran in front of my bike. i had to swerve and lost my balance."

george tsks. "those little cretins--"

"oi!"

now that makes him smile as he takes in your sudden outburst.

"it was just a baby, okay? they're daft sometimes." you wring your hands together, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than before.

george finishes cleaning your scraped knee and reaches for the band-aid in the first aid kit. as he carefully places it over the wound, he looks up and catches your eyes.

"so you like cats then?"

"yeah, yeah they're cute. my mum won't let me get one though. she says i'll be too busy to take care of it. and the dogs might hurt it. but i'm not stupid i--"

you catch the amused expression on his face and quickly shut your mouth.

"my sister has a cat," he supplies and starts packing the first aid kit back up. "i'm sure she'd let you play with him if you want. he's a bit stupid though." george snorts and you can't help but laugh along.

"it's a cat, george. they're all stupid."

this time when he smiles, it's a little crooked and lopsided. there's genuine warmth in his eyes too and it fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"thank you... for helping me."

"no worries," he stands up and smooths out his jeans. "anytime you need a hand—or a band-aid—i'm here."

and just like that he's gone from the room and back in the ensuite to put the kit away. quickly, you scramble to leave. there's the silly little butterflies in your stomach and there's no need for him to see you flustered or blushing. no need for matty to catch you in his room when he's not home.

so you quickly leave his room, knee feeling much better than before and a giant, goofy smile etched on your face. sure, it's silly. you are well aware that it's very teenage girl of you to feel like this.

what you don't know though is that inside matty's bathroom, george has an equally giant goofy grin on his face.

[moo-moo-meadows]

『 masterlist // masterlist 』

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♧ writing tag

�� note: a lot of these are short old pieces of writing that i’m not really proud of anymore, but i added them anyway because i think it’s good to show how much your writing can change even in just a few weeks and because i’m a huge proponent of the idea that all writing is good writing. 

♢ (also to show how many small pieces i’ve written over the years that have added up. i’ve been in this fandom for 2 yrs now i think i’m allowed to flex it a little)

dnn // dreamnotnap // dream team // dream + george + sapnap

『 comfort and cuddles 』 12.11.20

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『 second kiss 』 6.18.21

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『 home 』 9.12.21

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『 pyrrhic victory 』 8.15.20

♡ dsmp ♧ angst | hurt no comfort ♤ blurb | my first ever writing for this fandom ! ♢ 250 words

『 sleep better 』 8.18.20

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『 screenshot.png 』 11.22.20

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『 sleep better (with you) 』 11.28.20

♡ post-meetup pt. 2 ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 194 words

『 shaky hands 』 12.7.20

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『 stolen hoodie 』 12.11.20

♡ part of the prompt series ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 420 words (let’s go)

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『 scene 5, take 3 』 12.5.20

♡ dsmp!actors au ♧ fluff | comfort ♤ drabble ♢ 266 words

『 your tubbo 』 12.7.20

♡ dsmp exile arc ♧ angst ♤ character study / blurb ♢ 117 words

『 your tommy 』 12.9.20

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『 broken compass 』 12.15.20

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『 their bench | bad people 』 12.24.20

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『 safety measures 』 2.21.21

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『 bones 』 4.9.21

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『 ender chest 』 4.14.21

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『 petals 』 7.6.21

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『 sleepless 』 12.6.21

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『 clingy 』 1.2.22

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_beloved family // bee duo // ranboo + tubbo + michael

『 lullaby 』 4.9.21

♡ dsmp ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 345 words

『 long nights 』 5.9.21

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sbi // sleepy bois inc. // wilbur + techno + philza + tommy

『 gold 』 11.30.20

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『 netherborn | found 』 11.30.22

♡ dadnoblade ♧ fluff (mostly) ♤ drabble ♢ 1136 total words

『 plan 』 11.30.22

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『 retirement 』 12.10.20

♡ emerald duo exile arc ♧ general ♤ drabble ♢ 276 words

『 stitches 』 12.21.20

♡ sewing hc ♧ general ♤ drabble ♢ 454 words

『 baby 』 12.26.20

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『 human 』 1.6.21

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『 maker 』 5.24.21

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『 chords 』 12.1.20

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『 jealousy 』 12.23.20

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『 runaway 』 12.26.20

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『 rendezvous 』 1.1.21

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『 debate 』 4.9.21

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『 sofa 』 5.15.21

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『 sweater 』 7.19.21

♡ hopeless romatic pt.1 ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 423 words

『 sentiments 』 7.21.21

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『 photograph 』 7.26.21

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『 hands 』 7.30.21

♡ hopeless romatic au pt.2 ♧ fluff ♤ collection ♢ 1293 words

『 click 』 8.11.21

♡ (by ed sheeran) pt.1 ♧ fluff ♤ blurb ♢ 396 words

『 rest 』 8.18.21

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『 vulnerable 』 8.27.21

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『 sanctuary 』 9.8.21

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『 realization 』 9.25.21

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『 reciprocation 』 11.9.21

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『 traitorous pair 』 11.22.20

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『 the best-friend talk 』 11.22.20

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『 fall for 』 12.10.20

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fundy + others

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『 87,301 』4.11.21

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『 rebound 』1.29.21

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skephalo // skeppy + badboyhalo

『 dishes 』 12.10.20

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『 different 』 12.11.20

♡ feelings realization pt.1 + ant ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 364 words

『 stolen hoodie 』 12.11.20

♡ part of the prompt series ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 287 words

『 nightmare 』 12.14.20

♡ self explanatory lol ♧ hurt/comfort (past me tried) ♤ drabble ♢ 300 words

『 sweet dreams 』 12.21.20

♡ sleepy skephalo ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 278 words

『 teamspeak 』 12.21.20

♡ feelings realization pt.2 + finn ♧ general ♤ drabble ♢ 570 words

『 pretty 』 12.22.20

♡ honeyed sweetness ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 165 words

『 jealousy jealousy 』 12.24.20

♡ yeah this can be feelings realization pt.3 + finn again ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 530

『 hug 』 12.26.20

♡ honeyed sweetness pt.2 ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 288 words

『 finale 』 1.15.21

♡ feelings realization pt.4 + spifL ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 789 words

karlnapity // karl + sapnap + quackity

『 stolen hoodie  』12.1.20

♡ part of the prompt series ♧ hurt/comfort ♤ drabble ♢ 479 words

『 three pretty fiances  』12.4.20

♡ collection ♧ fluff ♤ blurbs ♢ 540 total

『 soft mornings  』12.17.20

♡ a typical morning ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 314 words

『 snow  』12.17.20

♡ dsmp!quackity centric ♧ angst ♤ prompt blurb ♢ 140 words

kwt // karlwastaken // karl jacobs + dreamwastaken

『 understanding 』4.30.21

♡ falling in love ft. dream using they/them pronouns ♧ fluff ♤ collection ♢ 781 words

『 hold 』8.24.21

♡ feelings realization kwt edition ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 404 words

pnf // punznotfound // punz + george

『 that night 』3.4.21

♡ makes no sense w/o the context but oh well ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 579

『 airport 』7.31.21

♡ first meeting ♧ fluff ♤ drabble ♢ 614 words

puffychu // captain puffy + nihachu

『 revenge 』1.29.21

♡ dsmp marriage therapy arc ♧ angst ♤ drabble ♢ 665 words

[abiiors]

for small blurbs if u don’t mind anythinggg with george and bbf!reader i am truly obsessed xx

thanks for requesting bbf!george, i love him sm <33 since i mentioned aftercare at the end of truth or dare, that’s the blurb i’ll do hehe.

some allusions to smut, so minors dni!!

the first thing you realise is that you wake up in someone’s embrace. the second thing you realise is that someone is george. 

george. in your bed. naked.

not like you’re clothed either. and yet you lift up the blanket just to double check. yep, absolutely stark naked. you quickly close your eyes again, remembering the events of last night, the game of truth or dare, you challenging george. the kiss. and what followed after. 

almost as if on cue, your body makes you aware of the stinging sensation between your thighs, the soreness you feel in the lower half of your body. you try to get up and george’s hold on you tightens. 

in the light of the morning, he looks different. or rather it’s the fact that you’ve never seen him sleeping before. his face is soft, his messy, bleached hair fall on his forehead, all while his lips are parted. george breathes evenly—still asleep. so you turn to properly face him, losing yourself in the moment, in the thoughts of last night. 

absently you trace a finger on the bridge of his nose, straight down to trace it along his cupids bow and then his bottom lip before moving it up along his jawline. he’s so beautiful. so perfect.  

when you look down at yourself, you find a tattooed arm circling your waist as george snuggles more into you. 

“you’re staring,” he speaks suddenly, startling you. “good morning, sweetheart,” george smiles, a mischievous, sleepy grin that instantly brightens his face even when his eyes are closed. 

and if you thought his regular voice was hot, his morning voice has all sorts of butterflies swarming in your belly. it’s deeper than usual and scratchy from disuse. it’s all around you just like his scent is. just like he is. 

“only because you were drooling on my pillow,” you retort, trying to hide the heat creeping up your face. this was just a one night stand. no need to read too much into it. 

“sureee,” he drawls and opens his eyes. they are soft and full of light.

george stares at you unabashedly, assessing your face for something—what that is, you haven’t figured out yet but before you have the chance to ask, george speaks again. 

“how do you feel? any pain? discomfort?” 

you try to move around a little to assess the situation, hissing a bit at the discomfort. “a little,” you respond, “but not too bad. i’ll live.”

at that he rolls his eyes. “don’t sass me, healy. what kind of a man would i be if i didn’t take care of you after your first time?” 

you sputter out a response, a very clever “uh-huh”. you hate to admit it, but hearing him talk about sex—especially about sex with you—feels disarming. and then there’s the matter of the crush. 

something you still haven’t admitted to him. and you know it’s a bad idea, to pretend you’re only interested in sex when you actually have feelings for him but the thought of pursuing a proper relationship with him feels like a weight on your shoulders. 

not now. now isn’t the time. 

“what’s going on in there?” george interrupts your tiny spiral, tapping your forehead before he sits up properly. 

the blanket falls off him, landing around his hips and giving you a clear view of his chest—the clusters of freckles all over his shoulders, the thin dusting of hair on his chest, leading down to his stomach, the v of his abdomen, until it disappears under the blanket. just like the thoughts in your head 

“nothing,” you reply hastily, trying to hide your flaming face.

“you are so cute when you blush,” he teases, leaning in before capturing you mouth in an unexpected kiss. sweet, soft, full of something you can’t—won’t—put a name to. it makes the face-flaming situation ten times worse. 

when he pulls back, laughing again, you bury your face into the pillow—half out of mortification and half so he could get dressed in peace. there’s no way you can handle seeing him naked right now without wanting to jump his bones again. and something about the pain and discomfort makes it abundantly clear that you’re not ready for round two just yet. 

george clears his throat once he’s done and tosses your clothes onto the bed. “gotta use the loo,” he announces. privacy for you to get dressed. 

coincidentally, his cheeks also look pink. 

when george comes back, you’re sitting on the bed, fully dressed and massaging your stomach a little. the pain is already ebbing away but you imagine it would take a bit. 

“let’s get breakfast,” he propositions and you stare at him with slight disbelief. 

“yeah sure george, let’s walk out of the house hand in hand. let’s discuss last night with friends too, while we’re at it…”

george rolls his eyes. “alright, smartarse. i was going to suggest we sneak out the window. wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

that does make you giggle. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time and the thought fills you up with warmth. 

“yeah fine, danes. okay. but if i fall…”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, i know,” he finishes, then places a hand over his heart. “wouldn’t let you get hurt, sweetheart. ever.” 

[abiiors]

George is black cat bf and golden retriever gf coded <3 (do what you will with that)

Sorry it took me so long to do this and also this is so sappy but I hope you like 💞

I’m already saying this but I’m gonna write a smutty part 2 for this 

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George is content sitting in the corner of the room tonight. 

He leans back on the leather sofa, feeling quite at home in his expensive and stylish suit and sips on some Scotch. People mill about around him; chatting, engaging in small talk (the horrors) but his eyes are focused on the person at the centre of it all. 

You flit around from one person to the other and then to the next. They’re all here for you after all—your adoring fans and critics alike, here to get their book signed and have a chance to meet their favourite author. Most of them are young people, girls just entering their twenties and boys who are the literary types. Some of them have tried to chat with George too. 

To his credit, he’s done a great job of blending in with the crowd, just another fan but he does get recognised every once in a while. He smiles and nods, says a polite hello but makes sure to tell them that he’s just there in support tonight. 

The small bookstore is decorated in the colour scheme of the book—A soft pink and red, hints of teal and gold but they just barely peek through. He’s read this book now, more times than perhaps even your editor has. He has been here for all the drafts, for all the frustrated tears and the whoops of joy. He has been there to drag you back to bed when the kitchen light is still on at 3 am and you’re hunched over your laptop, or neck-deep in research. He’s been there through your indecisiveness between two cover designs and your countless attempts at taking the perfect author photo and now here he sits tonight. 

Every time he looks at you, at the brilliant joy on your face, he feels the ball of pride in his chest grow bigger. 

Halfway through the conversation you’re having, your eyes wander over to him. He is, of course, already looking so he just smiles wider and raises his glass in cheers. The smile slips a little when he sees you looking apologetic. He’s about to indicate something when he sees you excuse yourself and run over to him. 

The gorgeous purple dress he’s helped you pick out sways and swishes perfectly every time you move. And now as you get closer, he’s once again in awe of how well you’ve carried yourself this evening. 

‘Sorry, sorry,’ you pant a little, ‘I’ve practically abandoned you all night, I’m so sorry.’

The apologetic smile is back on your face and he all but pulls you down on his lap right there. 

‘Baby, don’t apologise,’ he extends a hand for you to hold, ‘it’s your event!’

You grab a hold of it gratefully and sink into the sofa next to him. It’s been a fantastic evening but it’s also been tiring, to say the least. The drink in his hand looks delicious and he wastes no time handing you the glass once he sees you eyeing it. 

‘Go on,’ he signals, ‘you look like you need a breather.’

This is how it goes. He offers a drink, offers to listen to whatever you have to say; be it after a frustrating day of work or right in the middle of a bustling event. There are several tangents to your stories, there always are. Incoherent thoughts that need to be all brought together first before they can be streamlined. 

‘I just,’ you take a sip and let it rest in your mouth for a second, ‘I can’t believe it’s out into the world you know? I worked so hard on it.’

‘I know you did,’ he encourages. 

‘I don’t want to let go of her,’ you confess. ‘All the nights I spent doing research and all the revisions and new drafts. It feels like this book is a part of me and now that she’s finally out into the world, I’m gonna have to let her go.’

George rests a hand on your knee. He knows this feeling perfectly well; he knows what it’s like to feverishly work on something, to dedicate all your waking hours to one thing before it’s finally time to put it into the world. He knows the bittersweetness that comes with it. And he feels a new kinship when he sees it on your face tonight. 

‘It will always be a part of you,’ he says quietly, ‘even when you start something new, even when your next project consumes you.’

You consider his words, let them mull over as you take another sip. 

‘God, you’re so wise,’ you tease. 

That makes him laugh. It’s deep and rich, his first real laugh all evening that goes beyond polite smiles. ‘It’s all the weed,’ he whispers conspiratorially. 

‘You’re right, though. I—’

‘Sorry, excuse me?’ A sheepish-looking guy cuts in. ‘I was just wondering if you were free for a photo?’ He extends a hand in greeting, names the literary magazine he’s from and George watches the recognition dawn on your face. Along with the excitement. 

You’re already turning to him, about to say sorry but he interrupts quickly. ‘Go. Be a social butterfly.’ Then he leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your lips, ‘I’m so proud of you,’ he whispers, ‘and I’m right here.’

You smile gratefully and hand his glass back to him and just like that you’re off with the guy chatting animatedly about something or the other. The glass in his hands is almost empty now. He realises that you needed it far more than he thought. 

He traces a finger over the small lipstick smudge on the rim and smiles to himself. He doesn’t mind being left in the corner for one night. Actually, he’s perfectly content just watching you shine from the sidelines.

[abiiors]

For the birthday blurbs/concepts, it's your birthday (😉) George has planned the entire morning, he's going to make you breakfast and give you the big present he hid. But once he opens his eyes, falling on your cute face. He's admiring you, feeling so lucky...until he notices your red cheeks, your hips slowly moving, and when his name falls from your lips like a moan, he forgets his plans. George, the sweet and hot boyfriend he's, starts helping you...trying to give you the first present of the day: a mind-blowing orgasm.

oh my god this is so cute and so fucking HOT! FUCK, ANYWAY minors dni as always

i very much am of the opinion that george is someone who believes in making his feelings known through his actions. so of course he has to go all out and meticulously consider every last detail of your birthday plans. and it's not limited to only the day of, he made nail appointments for both of you the weekend before to get matching nails <3 and he has a pile of gifts hidden away; one for each year you've been alive because spoiling you is his favourite hobby. anyway he's awake half an hour before you usually wake up because he has a whole breakfast menu planned that includes all your favourites and he's just taking these last few moments to think of the entire day he has planned. he's so so excited to see your smile and how you would react to every little thing he has planned. so he's just about to get out of bed when he notices you shudder next to him. at first he freezes because he doesn't want you to wake up and spoil the surprise but then he notices the pink cheeks, the very faint sheen of sweat and another shudder that goes through you and he panics thinking you have a fever or something, about to check your forehead when he hears a faint moan that is certainly NOT a moan of illness followed by what sounds vaguely like his name and he has to actually sit back for a second to take in the scene. you have your hand between your thighs, grinding against it and the duvet very subtly, cheeks flushed, lips parted and back arched just so that he can see your nipples under the thin cotton t-shirt. and of course once he's done admiring the scene and getting his own filthy thoughts started (because you say his name again, louder this time), he is nothing is not hellbent on pleasing you today. breakfast in bed can wait, fuck it can certainly turn into a post-sex brunch in bed. right now, he just slides back in behind you, pressing himself against your ass (that you grind against almost instantly) and places his hand over yours that you've got trapped between your thighs.

'what do we have here love?' whispered right next to your ear in his very gravelly morning voice and he KNOWS it will wake you up because you stir next to him and push yourself into him even more. he has his large hand over yours, guiding it to where he knows he will find a damp spot. 'wanna tell me what's going on in that filthy mind of yours?' another whisper. another shiver that goes through you as you blink your eyes open. still only halfway between dream and reality, thoroughly enjoying how he makes you rub your hand against your core, how he presses lingering hot kisses on your jaw and then in an instant how he flips you on your back so he can get on top of you.

'george...' you breathe, still in the clutches of the fantastic dream, hand still half buried in your underwear, 'it was so real, it felt so...' another gasp as he trails those kisses down your chest, your stomach until he finally stops just above the band. 'tell me about it, tell me what you want,' all while he makes intense eye contact and holds your thighs to keep them parted. so you tell him all about it, every sentence punctuated with broken gasps and small moans as he drags your panties off you with his teeth. 'i could feel your mou---' but you never get to finish the thought because his mouth is on you at that exact moment turning that sentence into a strangled cry. your thighs clench around his head immediately, hands fisting into the sheets and toes curling as your back almost completely arches off the bed. he instantly takes advantage of this to press a hand flat on your stomach to hold you in place, keeps sucking on your clit and alternating it with kitten licks and just going for it along with the occasional teeth against your inner thigh until you are practically screaming his name loud enough to wake up the whole neighbourhood. and just as you are so close to losing your sanity entirely, there he is, pushing a finger in and hooking it at the last moment before he starts pumping it in and out. perfectly in sync with his mouth. the callouses on his fingers feel just the right amount of rough and at this point you have no idea if you're squeezing his head too hard with your thighs or what kind of sounds are coming out of your mouth because your eyes are rolled so far back in your head that you see stars right before he grazes his teeth against your clit and thrusts his fingers in deep.

he can tell you're about to cum just by how tightly you clench around him, body almost lifted off the bed, filthy obscene and wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you and even filthier sounds coming out of your mouth, he's convinced he's never seen a prettier sight. 'my beautiful darling,' he almost sighs against your skin, tasting as much of you as he can when you absolutely shatter against his tongue. shuddering breaths and heavy pants and the constant whimpers as your ride out your orgasm by grinding on his face some more which he's only happy to assist with until slowly your legs stop spasming (but still trembling). and that's when he pushes himself up to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your stomach, waiting for you to open your eyes and peppering your stomach and ribs with featherlight kisses.

'happy birthday, baby,' he smiles sweetly when you finally open your eyes, 'i hope i lived up to dream george,' he teases. and even though you've just been fucked to within an inch of your life, you still blush deeply once you remember what started this. his deep belly laugh sends tingles down your spine as you mumble a quick shy yes into the pillow and wait for him to give your birthday/good morning kiss <3

[abiiors]

I have a fluff request for George. How would he act if his girlfriend/partner had bad morning sickness? I'm absolutely floored with it at the moment, it feels like a 10/10 hangover all the time. I'm spending 99% of my time horizontal in a dark room just to try and ease the nausea and dizziness. I feel like George would be so good in this situation, he'd remain calm but also take the opportunity to absolutely dote on you, and be so caring and literally nothing else would matter

oh no i'm so sorry that sounds awful :(( i hope you feel better soon!! but also congratulations on the baby ♡♡

i have no experience with pregnancy or morning sickness so there is that, however, i hope you like this regardless.

cw: vomit, nausea, etc etc

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you will always remember the day you got three glowing positives on your pregnancy tests. you will remember how excited george looked when you told him, how he picked you up and spun you around, tears in his eyes. how he dropped down to his knees and kissed your still flat stomach while chanting i love you over and over again.

you will always remember the blissful first few weeks--the slow, lazy sex and being doted on. the extra special princess treatment. a little secret for just the three of you--you and george and your little baby.

that is until you wake up at some ungodly hour of the morning, tasting last night's dinner at the back of your throat accompanied by this awful feeling of bile rising up. a deep breath should fix it...

it's just morning sickness, you tell yourself. pregnant people have dealt with it for years and will deal with it well after your time and it's no big deal. all you have to do is breathe through it and it will go away.

george stirs behind you, pulls you into his chest, and goes still once again. and you take another deep breath, trying to ignore the saliva pooling in your mouth, the beads of sweat on your forehead.

but the reality of the situation settles in and you know you're going to throw up all over the bed if you don't get up right now.

it's difficult not to get tangled up in the sheets and run to the toilet and not wake him up in the process. somehow, you manage two of those things. barely.

the moment your knees hit the floor, last night's dinner makes a reappearance in the toilet. nausea churns in your gut and cold shivers run through your whole body the more you throw up, gasping and coughing until you can finally sit back on your heels and try to catch your breath.

you attempt to get off the bathroom floor, to try to reach for the toothbrush and get rid of the awful taste in your mouth but moving even an inch turns out to be a mistake. within moments you're back where you were, retching worse than before, completely unaware of george opening the bathroom door after hearing the sounds.

you don't register his presence until you feel a hand gathering up your hair and another rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"'s alright, love, you're okay," george murmurs in a groogy, husky voice and continues rubbing your back until you manage to catch your breath again and settle against his chest.

"i feel so awful," you sniffle and bury your head in his chest, begging your stomach to settle down, to stop you from feeling like you're on a ship in turbulent seas.

george gently pushes away the hair sticking to your forehead and presses a tender kiss. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i'll get you some crackers and ginger ale the moment the shops open up okay?"

the thought of putting any food in your mouth has you lightly gagging again and george continues to rub circles on you back as you hover over the toilet for the millionth time.

forty minutes later, you finally feel slightly better. at lease better enough to lie right there on the bathroom floor and bury your head in his lap. you have no energy to move or stand up, no energy to stop the tears from welling up.

"how am i gonna do seven more months of this?" you hiccup. it's a truly pathetic scene, you think, lying there on the bathroom floor, crying to your husband while smelling like sick. the whole room smells pungent too and embarrassment makes you scrunch your eyes shut.

"i'm so sorry, this is gross--"

"none of that, love," he interrupts. "you have absolutely nothing to apologise for, okay? and you're going to get through the next seven months because i'm going to be there for you. till you get absolutely sick of me. and even then you'd have to put up a fight to get me to leave."

that makes you laugh and you place a small kiss on his hand. "i love you, you know?

"i know," he smiles. "now let's get you cleaned up okay?"

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the next time you wake up, the room is darker than before. the blackout curtains are still drawn and you can barely make out that the wall clock reads 9:20 am. the nausea feels dulled too, not completely gone tho. regardless, you'll take what you can get.

softly, you rub the barely-there swell of your stomach and snuggle more into the blankets. "i love you, my darling. but let me get on with my day okay?"

no one responds of course but you feel happiness surge through you regardless. five more minutes of snuggling later, you crawl out of the covers and stretch your body before getting out of bed. your legs wobble and the world seems to sway.

you try to blink the dizziness away, try to grab at something to stead you. next thing you feel is george's arms around you, gently lowering you to the floor.

his worried face hovers in front you along with the black dots that slowly disappear.

"baby, hey," he frowns, voice full of worry, and taps your cheek lightly. "you okay? shit, you almost fainted love."

you blink a few more times and the room slowly comes back into focus. george's concerned expression doesn't waver, but you manage a weak smile. "i think, i just stood up too quickly," you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed.

george quickly helps you sit on the edge of the bed, holding onto you tightly until he's sure you're steady and not about to fall over again. "maybe you should take it easy, love. i think you might be a bit dehydrated. you fell back asleep before i could make you drink some water."

you nod sheepishly and sit there for a minute. the worst of the nausea seems to have passed, leaving you feeling drained but relieved. and then you notice the bags in his hands.

"what's that?"

"oh this?" he quickly sets the bags between you and pulls out its contents. "i got you some stuff, just to help you in case you feel sick again."

the stuff comes out one after the other--ginger ale, saltine crackers, ginger tea, and mints.

"i also got you some ice cream, in case you get your appetite back later," he smiles and quickly leans in to kiss you. then he moves away to pour you a glass of water and holds it in front of you.

"here. sip it slowly okay? i need to make sure you're both fine."

a warmth fills your heart at his words, and you reach over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "i'm lucky to have you," you reply, and take a small sip of the cool water. the dizziness subsides after a moment and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"need you in bed today, okay? doctor's orders!"

"mmm, are you the doctor?"

"yes actually," he teases, "the doctor also suggests cuddling with your husband in bed. at least an hour. non-negotiable, i'm afraid."

you laugh a little at his antics and get cosy in bed again, this time burrowing yourself further in his arms. as usual, his hand rests on your stomach, caressing it lightly.

"can't wait to meet them," he sighs wistfully and you hum in response. "i know it's still a while away but we'll get through this. i meant what i said before, you know? gonna be here every step of the way."

"i know you are," you whisper quietly, "our baby's going to love you so much."

[abiiors]

thinking about bbf!george on the first day of the year 🫶🏻💕

oh i'm so glad you're thinking about him haha. he's a sweetie and i miss him a lot so maybe a little new years blurb if you're up for it??? 👀

in an alternate world where everything is okay with matty, everything is fucking great actually, i think george whisks you off to somewhere warmer for the new year.

he's been planning this for a bit now--he started as soon as he got his first big cheque and presented you with two tickets to tenerife as your (second) christmas gift. watching you open it with a huge grin on your face is enough for him but he's even more excited when three days later you stand outside his apartment with your packed suitcases, waiting for him to tie his shoelaces so you can finally set off for the airport.

he loves how you can't stop bouncing on the balls of your feet and grinning with excitement every five minutes, how you cuddle into him to get some warmth back into your body and how your breath comes out in cold puffs as you make your way inside the airport.

george is absolutely over the moon that everything has worked out perfectly so far. and it even continues to do so--the flight is great, you find your hotel without getting lost, you check in with zero difficulties. and now here you are--flopped onto the cosy bed making plans for the day.

he can tell you're dying to go down to the beach (which starts right as the hotel property ends). from your window, it all looks so lively and happy and warm.

"should we get changed and go out?" he asks and you nod, crouching down to get your swimsuit out from your suitcase.

he lets you do your own thing for a bit while he gets changed into his swimming trunks and looks for some nice restaurants on his phone but when george sees you walk out the bathroom, cute yellow swimsuit on and your hair tied up with a claw-clip, his heart almost stops in his chest.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, barely stifling a smile and a flush that's about to take over your entire body.

he's on the bed in his swimming trunks. just that and nothing else.

his tattoos gleam in the sunlight coming in through the window and he looks almost unreal, especially when he stands up and walks towards you, smirking, fully aware of how it flusters you to see him like this.

"like what?" he asks and stops in front of you.

"like you don't intend on letting us leave this room any time soon."

a giggle slips out of you and suddenly he's lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. your ass is up in the air, right in front of him and of course, he takes that chance to smack it making you squeal and laugh.

"maybe i don't," he teases and the next thing you know is your back pressed against the mattress and his chest pressed against yours.

his mouth roams over your skin, kisses pressed onto your neck and down your chest, until his face is right between your tits and george looks up.

"do you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

his pupils dilate, fingers digging slightly into your skin. you can feel the way his body shakes with barely restrained control, the hardness of his muscles against the soft curves of your body and you shiver in delight.

"didn't say that now, did i?"

"mmm, no you didn't" he laughs in between kisses and captures your mouth in his. sweet at first and then a bit more urgent. still, it's lazy and languid and cosy.

the sun streaming in from the windows warms your skin and his movements make your blood heat up with desire. his heart beats so loud, the sound is all around you--grounding and calming and peaceful. and you feel his smile against your lips too, the gentleness of his hands against your skin.

it's only day one of your trip, you realise. you still have an entire week full of warmth and sunshine and george. an entire week full if utter fucking bliss.

[abiiors]

george fluff PLEASE 🙏

Okay, okay, I hope this turned out how I wanted it to turn out but enjoy!!

George Daniel x female reader

Red Hearts

‘Alright, alright, you've got to sit very still for this part, okay?’ you instruct as a very sceptical George sits in front of a big mirror. 

He’s currently shirtless and wearing his old sweatpants that sit so low on his hips that you’ve had to consciously keep all the thoughts at bay. Right now you have a very important task at hand. 

‘And where did you get this idea again?’ he asks doubtfully.

‘Mm, Pinterest.’

‘Of course.’

You mix the dye with the brush and look at him in the mirror once again. When George agreed to let you do anything you wanted for a whole day, this was probably not what he had in mind. But now he can’t say no to your excitement. 

The only catch? He has to wear a blindfold while you use his hair as your canvas. 

‘I suppose I can always shave it off if I hate it,’ he mumbles more to himself but you’re quick to flick him with the brush.

‘George Daniel, you will do no such thing.’ 

‘Fine, fine,’ he surrenders with his hands raised and resigns himself to his fate. 

He wiggles a little in place when the cold dye first touches his hair but apart from that he sits still. His fingers drum some rhythm that he’s come up with as you get to work drawing little hearts on his hair. 

The first heart is a bit wonky, not exactly to your taste but you reckon with a bit of adjusting around, it would look good. It’s right at the back of his head so it’s not like he can see it. Still, as a silent apology, you press a little kiss to his neck. 

‘Mmm, that is a kiss of doom,’ he laughs. 

‘A kiss of doom?’

‘Yea that’s an apology kiss.’

How he figured that out is beyond you, but you are so glad he can’t see your face right now because you’re sure it’s turned just as red as the dye in your hands. 

‘I have a different apology kiss?’ you ask just to divert his attention from the fact that you may have fucked up. 

He swivels in his chair so that he’s facing you now but doesn’t make a move to take the blindfold off. 

‘You do,’ he confirms, ‘and you have an “I want something from you” kiss, and a kiss when you’re up to something, one for when you don’t feel like doing chores,’ he lists off one by one.

‘Oh, and how could I forget,’ he brings his arms around your waist and scoots a bit closer so that his torso is pressed up to your middle. ‘You have a horny kiss and an “I love you” kiss. Those are my favourites.’ 

He looks so adorable as he presses his chin to your stomach and looks up at you smiling that you can’t help but place tiny kisses on his face. One on his nose, the other on his cupid’s bow and finally the last one on his lips. 

It’s sweet and lingering but also just suggestive enough. It’s clear what his intentions are but you still have a task to finish. So when you straighten up he tilts his face up at you with a knowing smirk. 

‘And that was a horny kiss.’

‘It was not!’ you defend but his smirk only grows bigger. 

‘Whatever you say,’ he shrugs. 

Instead of responding, you lean over and start painting the second heart. This position is so much better, you realise. It gives you much more stable access to his head. 

Of course, he also realises that this is a much better position. For one, your boobs are now right in his face. 

‘Mm, these are nice,’ he laughs as he buries his face right between them. 

What a sight, you think. Shirtless George with his face buried right between your boobs while you paint little red hearts on his hair. 

Just as you’d predicted, the rest of the hearts turn out much better than the first one. They are equally spaced and more or less the same size. He whines in protest when you step back to survey your work but you quickly shut him up with another kiss. 

‘Alright, alright,’ you clap in excitement. ‘Do you wanna see?’

He nods and then goes to take the blindfold off while you wait with your fingers crossed. He faces the mirror again, surveys his hair from all angles and then smiles a big, goofy grin. 

‘Okay, these are adorable, actually!’

‘You like them?’ you ask with barely contained glee. He turns around only to pull you closer. 

‘Darling, I love them!’

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This is the reference btw, tell me he won't look adorable with this hair!