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imtryingbuck · 10 months ago

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Thirty Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 5,082

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. Swearing. Fluff. Mentions of miscarriage. Cheating mentioned. Divorced mentioned. Car crash/death mention very briefly. Hit and run.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“Georgia get here right now”

“Nooo”

Y/n sat on the soft couch laughing at hearing Bucky chase their four year old daughter around trying desperately to get her to put her shoes on. His little princess as he affectionately calls her had better ideas. To run.

“Bunny please help control your daughter”

“Oh she’s just my daughter now is she?”

“Yep” popping the ‘p’ Bucky pops his head around the door “please Bun she’s too fast, I really don’t know how she moves so fast”

“And you really think I’m going to be able to catch her with this” gesturing to her large bump “in the way”

Georgia Maria Grace Winnie Barnes. The apple of their eyes, the little spitfire with so much energy coursing through her tiny little body. Named after George as she was born on her granddads birthday, George cried and felt honoured that not only was she being named after him but she decided it was time to arrive on his birthday.

Her middle names were after her three grandmas.

Y/n found out she was pregnant again for the third time, she was scared to be honest. Two years after Georgia was born she had gotten pregnant again, at nearly three months along she had woken up to really bad cramping scared and alone as Bucky was on a business trip she rang Winnie who rushed over as quickly as she could. By the time Winnie had arrived it was too late. Y/n had sadly lost the baby.

Winnie rang Bucky his heart broke when he could hear the cries of his wife in the background, telling Steve that he needed to take care of the meeting he got on the first plane back.

It took both of them months to come to terms with the loss of their baby.

With this pregnancy Bucky handled business from inside their home, he refused to go anywhere wanting to be close by. In a way Bucky became slightly overbearing as he wouldn’t let Y/n do anything on her own, he did everything for her, looked after Georgia with little help and looked after the house. Y/n knew it was because he cared and was scared of losing the baby so she didn’t complain.

Eight months along it wasn’t going to be too long until she gave birth.

“Please pretty mama”

“You’re going to have to help me up Ducky” helping her stand he thanked her and gave her a kiss. “Georgie moo come and get your shoes on or you’re not going to see Billy and Tommy”

“Noooo” Georgia screamed shortly followed by her footsteps pattering the lamented flooring. “Wan’ see Tommy and Billy mommy”

“Well let dada put your shoes on then and we can go and see them”

Doing as her mommy said she let her dada put her shoes on. As soon as the laces were tied she ran off again, this time going to the front door.

“You ready to go Bun?”

“Yep, lets go”

Pulling up to Wanda's and Vis’s home Georgia was already trying to get out of her car seat, begging her dad to hurry up.

“Hey wifey” Wanda's soft voice greeted Y/n. “In the backyard Butterfly” her nickname for Georgia. Knowing where the twins were she ran through the house and out to the backyard where Wanda’s and Vis’ children were.

“Hey hubby. Nat here?”

“Yeah, just give you a heads up her and Clint have already had an argument.”

“Great, who won?”

“Neither really, it was Laura who put a stop to it”

Natasha and Clint got married less than a year after Bucky, Steve and Sam had met them. Everything was perfect and they seemed to have a perfect marriage that was until Clint got a new job and that’s where everything started to become strained.

Coming home late at night sometimes stinking of whiskey, he became cold and distant with Nat, secretive with his phone. He preferred to spend most of his time at the office instead of being at home and trying to create a family just like they both had planned.

Y/n had lost count of how many times Nat would ring her late at night drunk and crying, slurring and stumbling over her words. Wanda the same. Nat wasn’t stupid by any means but she refused to believe what she already knew. What everyone knew.

Clint was having an affair.

The final straw that broke the camels back as the saying goes is when Clint didn’t arrive to the high end restaurant Nat had booked a table for them at. To celebrate their wedding anniversary. Nat rang Y/n knowing she was with Wanda at the time crying and begging for them to come to hers so she could pack her things. Told them she couldn’t do it anymore. The two best friends showed up as quickly as they could, nearly two hours of being there all three of them froze when they heard the front door open and close.

The silence was deadly when Clint came up to the bedroom after seeing the suitcases and bags packed in the living room. He asked what was going off, looked at Y/n and Wanda and told them to leave, Nat told them not to move so they didn’t. Wanda’s and Y/n’s eyes burnt a hole in the side of Clint’s neck, where a hickey was. He denied Nat’s accusations, telling her that she was overreacting. Told her that she was just being dramatic and that the long hours were for them, it was for their future.

Y/n was fed up with seeing Natasha struggle, having to hear her cries it broke her heart. The truth only came out when Y/n started laughing, fed up with how someone she considered one of her best friends could stand there and lie to his wife – her best friend all while he had a hickey on his neck. Pointing to the side of his neck he sighed in defeat.

Though he claimed they never did anything, he actually swore on his life and when he didn’t drop down dead like Y/n always thought would happen if you did that and you was lying, she believed him. He did admit that he had fallen in love with someone else, that the night of his anniversary that had marked seven years of marriage he was with this other woman, he had made out with her, he swore that he didn’t do anything else. Said he couldn’t because he had a wife. He had confessed to telling this other woman everything about him and his marriage with Natasha.

For Nat it was worse than if he had just said ‘yes I’ve been sleeping with someone else’ as he was emotionally connected to this other woman. The next day with Y/n and Wanda by her side she filed for divorce.

It was a slow and very messy process. Natasha wanting more money just out of spite, Clint wanting the house… so he could move the other woman in. It took nearly two years for the divorce to be finalised, in that time Clint had proposed to the other woman and already had one kid. When Y/n met Laura she really wanted to hate her, she did for the fact that she took Clint away from Natasha. But Laura had to be really nice didn’t she making it really hard on Y/n to hate the woman.

Three years after their divorce Clint and Natasha was always at loggerheads sometimes about the most stupidest of things, always trying to outdo the other despite Clint being ‘happily’ married to Laura and Natasha ‘happily’ dating Bruce. A man that she had met one night, great guy incredibly shy.

“Laura stopped them? I’m surprised she said anything”

“So was I but apparently it was upsetting the baby”

Oh yeah, Laura was pregnant with their third kid.

Laughing and shaking her head she linked arms with Wanda as Bucky trailed behind them. All their friends were outside, the kids all playing together. Y/n had just greeted Steve and Peggy – his girlfriend, nice woman, made Steve happy. Sam and Maria – his fiancée, like Peggy she was nice and she made Sam happy. Nat and Bruce.

“Y/n? Oh my god it is you”

Turning around at the sound of her name her jaw dropped. Literally.

“Pietro?”

“Yeah it’s me. Gosh you’re still as beautiful as ever”

“Pie I’m a married woman” Y/n laughed.

“So am I-wait-I’m married-I’m a married man”

“No, no, no you’re now a married woman, you said so yourself.”

“God you haven’t changed have you?”

“Nope. How are you?”

Catching up with Pietro after not seeing him in over ten years, the last time they saw each other was for Wanda and his parents funeral, car crash. Wanda took it exceptionally hard, Vis rang Y/n one night asking if Wanda was with her when he heard that she wasn’t he started to panic. It took the group splitting up to look for her, Y/n and Nat found Wanda on the beach drowning her sorrows with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Mommy-mommy look” Georgia gained her moms attention as she ran over to her.

“What is it sweetie?”

“Hand” holding out her hand for her daughter her eyes widened when Georgia put a large spider in the palm of her hand.

“Sweetie where did you get this from?”

“Tommy tried to hurt it”

“Oh, lets get him back to his home, yeah?”

Georgia nodded as tears started to gather in her eyes, Bucky always said that she took after Y/n when it came to protecting animals, and creepy crawlies. Yes even at thirty six he still called them that. When Georgia was two she waddled in to the kitchen making Winnie and Bucky scream so loudly it made Y/n jump up and went running to the kitchen, bumping into things as she went. Entering the kitchen she came to a halt when Georgia’s tiny beautiful face, her bright baby blue round eyes looking up at her mommy, her cheeks being puffed out by her wide smile, with one hand she pushed back the same untameable hair that she got from Y/n. “Doggy” she giggled as she raised her tiny chubby arm up.

It was indeed not a doggy but a grass snake. A two year old Georgia was holding up a snake as her grandma stood in the corner of the kitchen shaking and her father well… he was standing on top of the kitchen island… holding a rolling pin.

“Okay” Pietro helped Y/n stand, thanking him she held her hand out for Georgia to take and she led her to the far end of the garden.

“Here you go baby, put him on the grass and he’ll find his way home”

“Okay. Look mommy he going home”

“He sure is bubba”

“My friend” Georgia squealed as she watched the spider walk up the fence.

Yeah she was definitely Y/n’s daughter.

“Hey Y/n/n can I ask a huge mega favour from you and Bucky, please?”

“Sure Wands, what’s up?”

“Can you both look after the twins this weekend? Vis has a work trip and ever the gentlemen he has said I could come along…so…yes or double yes?”

“If I say yes do I only get one of them?”

“Which one would you prefer?”

“Billy.”

“Wow okay you answered that pretty quick”

“It was wasn’t it? But anyway of course we’ll take the twins for ever and ever an-“

“She’s not taking our kids forever Wan” Y/n laughs as Vis cuts her off in the background.

“I’m sorry wifey its only for this weekend, Vis is being mardy”

“Shoot. Bring them around when you want-hold on there’s a knock at the door.” Struggling to stand she waddles to the front door, opening she rolls her eyes.

“Really Wanda?”

“Oh hi didn’t expect to see you here, long time no see huh. Anyway here are your godsons, boys be good for Auntie and I’ll see you both on Sunday. Love you all”

Shaking her head at her best friend, she goes to tell the boys to come in when she glances down they’re not there but behind her.

“Where is Georgia?” Tommy asks as he looks around.

“Gone to see her grandma and granddad, they’ll be back soon don’t worry”

Though the twins were a year older Tommy and Georgia were best friends. Tommy was the loud one out of the twins, the one that liked to explore and play in the mud, the one that got all the attention. It was one of the reasons Georgia got on well with him as she was just the same. Billy was the quieter one, preferred to have his head in his comics, his latest fascination was with a group of super heroes that were called The Avengers. People had a tendency of overlooking Billy because of how quiet he always was but not Y/n, Billy made her cry once when he told her that she was his favourite. Whenever he wanted a new comic book she always happily took him to the comic book store that opened on Maple Drive, always happy to spend time with her favourite godson. Don’t judge her for having favourites.

“Can I play in her play room?”

“Okay but don’t break anything!” she shouts as he started running when she said ‘okay’ “What about you Billiam, what do you want to do?”

“My names Billy Auntie not Billiam” the five year old whined with a small shy smile on his lips.

“That’s what Billy’s short for monkey, didn’t you know?”

“No it isn’t”

“It is Bilbo I’d never lie to you. So what do you want to do?”

“Ca-can we look at the photos some more please?”

The last time the twins were around Tommy and Georgia was keeping Bucky busy by destroying things and Billy was curled up in Y/n’s side as they went through the many photo albums she had.

“Of course my sweet Billiam, but you’ll have to get them, bottom shelve remember?”

“I remember Auntie”

Sitting down on the couch she watches Billy pull out two of the photo albums from the top of the pile and brings them over, handing them to her he climbs on the couch next to her.

“Who’s that?” Billy asked when he saw a black and white photo of Y/n’s mama, proudly telling him who she was his face contorted in confusion “But grandma Maria is your mom and that’s not her” the boys were just months old when Maria passed away but grew up hearing stories about her, they started to call her grandma as well.

“Well sweetheart I’m adopted”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not really grandma Maria and granddad Howard’s daughter but they became my parents when they signed some papers”

“Where did your mom go?”

“She’s with grandma Maria and your grandparents”

“Oh. Look auntie its Georgia” he points at a picture, she laughed.

“That isn’t Georgia bub, its me” it was the only photo she had of herself when she was Georgia’s age, and even then she was sporting a black eye in the photograph.

“No it isn’t, its Georgia”

“It isn’t I swear I’m not lying to you”

“It looks like her and not you”

“She does look like me when I was younger doesn’t see?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty though”

Rude. Wait…what?

There was a bet going to see whether or not Tommy and Georgia would date when they got older, everyone thinks that they would as they are so similar to each other and always spend every chance they got with each other.

But Billy, the sly little fox might be the one who takes Georgia’s heart.

“Do you think she’s pretty bubba?”

“I do” his cheeks turn a shade of bright red “But she’s friends with Tommy not me”

“She’s your friend too Billy”

Just as he’s about to reply the front door opens and Georgia’s voice echoes throughout the house. “Honey I’m home” she giggles, it’s what Bucky always says when he returns home from work or meeting the guys.

“Hi Billy” she waves when she sees him “hi baby” she then says coming over to Y/n her hands going straight to her mommy’s belly.

“H-h-hi G-Geor-“

How on earth did she miss that? Billy always became a stuttering mess whenever Georgia was around...

“Georgia your back, come play” Tommy interrupts his twin, before Y/n can say anything Georgia runs over to Tommy and they both run out of the room.

“Hey pretty mama, hey kiddo” Bucky greets his wife and godson.

“Hi Uncle Bucky” Billy replies quietly, he slides the photo album off Y/n’s stomach closing it carefully before climbing off the couch and puts the photo album back.

The next day Y/n and Bucky treated the kids to a day out, the sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky as Bucky pushed Georgia and Tommy on the swings. Y/n sat with Billy on a bench, she had told him that he could play too but he opted to stay with her, feeling guilty at Billy’s glum expression she told got Bucky’s attention.

“Ducky, I’m nipping to the store do you want anything?”

“A bottle of water please Bun”

“Okay, I’m taking Billy with me. Come on Billy Bob, I’m kidnapping you”

“What that mean?”

“Never mind”

Holding his hand she walks across the road and up the street, he went to turn into the store that he knew sold water and frowned when Y/n told him ‘not just yet’. Further up the street was a new comic book store, she had seen it a few days back when she was driving to pick up Georgia from Howards, she made a mental note to make sure she took Billy there next time she had him.

The way Billy’s face lit up when he saw the sign warmed her heart, giving him a nod he let go of her hand and ran up to the window. “Look auntie look!”

In the store was large cardboard cut-out of the Avengers, Billy’s new favourite super heroes. “Want to take a photo with them?”

“Really?”

“Of course, and if you take a silly photo with me you can get two new comics, how does that sound?”

“YOU’RE THE BEST AUNTIE!”

“I know, I know. Come on then”

Letting him push open the door – with some help from her – he ran straight up to the super heroes, staring at them in awe. “Billy give me your super hero pose then” taking out her phone she took multiple photos of him standing next to each hero. The worker Ron came over and pushed them all together so Billy could have a group photo, Y/n asked Ron if he could take a photo of the pair of them he nodded happily.

“Right Bilbo silly faces now”

“Okay”

Billy stuck his tongue out and pulled out his ears whilst Y/n stuck out her tongue too and crossed her eyes.

“Thank you so much”

“No need to thank me Miss, it’s nice to see kids enjoy comics” and with that Ron walked back over to the checkout.

“Right Billiam since you did the silly photo with me, you can pick out two new comics”

“Thank you. Thank you”

Billy went straight to the Avengers section and picked out one before running all over the store to find his next comic. Hand in hand with his pick he came bouncing over to where Y/n was stood waiting as she sent all the photos in the group chat the group was in.

“I picked”

“Are you happy with your choices?”

“Yep”

“Okay sweet boy lets go and pay”

Standing behind a man who was being served Y/n noticed Billy’s eyes going to the second comic he had picked out to behind the counter and back again. “Bill what’s up?”

“T-they have new Avengers comic” pointing to behind the counter “bu-but I want this one” showing her New X-Men Volume 3: New Worlds comic he had picked.

“I thought you picked out an Avengers one?”

“Last one, that ones new”

“Oh, which one do you want more?”

“I don’t know…I get these” he stands on his tippy toes to place them on the counter as it was their turn to be served. Billy was always like that, he wouldn’t be screaming and having a tantrum if he wasn’t able to get all three not like Tommy, one time in a store with Wanda he threw himself on the ground because he wasn’t allowed to get two chocolate bars, Billy even told him that he could have his but that wasn’t good enough for Tommy. In the end he got his own way and got two chocolate bars, whilst Billy only got the one, then Tommy stole his.

Ron handed the plastic bag over to Billy who thanked him, he walked over to the Avengers cut out to say goodbye, just before putting her card in the machine she asked Ron for the new comic. She was going to surprise him. Paying and saying her thanks she walked over to Billy.

“Come on bubba”

“Thank you auntie Y/n”

“Don’t thank me just yet” Once out of the store Billy went to hold Y/n’s hand but something was in his way. “Oh what must that be?”

“I-I-It-AVENGERS!” his scream startled an old couple that was walking past.

“Am I the best or am I the best?”

“BEST AUNTIE EVER! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU”

“Bilbo sweetie calm down” she laughed at his reaction, the way he held the comic in his shaking hands “Hold my hand so we can get uncle Bucky his water and when we get back to mine you can read them”

Hand in hand they went to the store getting Bucky his drink, one for her and one for each of the kids, Billy talking enthusiastically about his new comics, she paid and they left. Looking over the road she saw Bucky standing by the bench her and Billy had previously occupied, tapping his watch his eyebrow flicked up, Billy had seen the gesture and held up his bag containing his prizes with a huge smile on his lips. Bucky laughed and shook his head fondly.

Looking both ways twice seeing no cars around before crossing, a loud screeching sound pierced her ears. It all happened in slow motion.

Turning her head to the right she saw a grey car speeding towards them, not thinking she pushed Billy in front making him tripping over and landing in the space between two parked cars. She had no time to move herself.

She heard Bucky yelling her name, the word laced with fear and panic

The impact was hard enough to send her tumbling over the roof of the speeding car. Landing on her back in the middle of the road her eyes desperately trying to find Billy, she breathed a breath of relief when she saw him with two elderly women, one of them on the phone the other keeping Billy’s face buried in her stomach.

“B-Bunny-baby keep those eyes open-Bunny don’t go to sleep-an ambulance is on its way-bab-baby no no keep your fucking eyes open Y/n! I mean it-Bun you c-can’t leave me”

Y/n could hear her Ducky pleading with her to stay awake and she tried, she really did but she was so tired.

So, so, so tired.

Her eyes burned as she opened them, her body ached everywhere, the memories of what happened came back in snippets. Taking Billy to the comic book store and going to get drinks for everyone, the grey car, said grey car hitting them. Billy bleeding. Billy was bleeding.

Shooting straight up she groaned in pain. Billy was bleeding. The blood on his little legs.

“Bun lay back down baby-Steve get the doctor-Bunny lie bac-“

“B-Bil-Billy” she croaked out.

“He’s fine baby, I promise just lay back down sweet girl”

“W-where’s Billy?”

“He’s just outside with Wanda and Vis. He’s okay I promise”

“He was r-ran over, blood Ducky, h-he was bleeding”

“Y/n, Billy wasn’t ran over baby. You was.”

Oh. As long as her godson was okay it was fi-

“T-the baby Bucky”

“He’s okay too Bunny, perfect honestly”

“He? Ducky…we ha-have a son?”

“We do Bun, he’s okay, Billy’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Please lie down baby”

They have a son. They decided not to know what the gender was as they didn’t with Georgia, hearing that they had a son and that he was okay, perfect as Bucky said made her listen to Bucky when he told her to lie down.

“Wh-where is he?”

“ma, dad and your dad is with him, he’s small Bun but doctors said that he’s perfectly healthy.”

“Georgia?”

“Outside with everyone. Don’t worry about anything okay? Just relax”

The doctor came in after Bucky had finished telling her to relax, he went over the extent of her injuries but she wasn’t real listening her mind on her baby boy that she hasn’t even met yet. She did hear the doctor tell her that she was very lucky to be alive, with her injuries, having to have an emergency C-section done in the back of the ambulance, the loss of blood, she was very lucky.

Hit and run.

She had missed the birth of her son because some idiot was speeding and he didn’t have the decency to stop just to check if she was okay. When the police had caught the driver he was unlicensed, drunk and high.

She missed the birth of her son because an idiot didn’t know right from wrong.

With her body throbbing despite the pain meds she drifted in and out of sleep, when Howard got word that she was awake he came barrelling through the door panting heavily. He held his daughter in his arms and cried, the thought of having to bury his daughter made his chest squeeze tightly. And it was a good job he was with George and Tony at the time he got that phone call as his legs collapsed underneath him.

She had fallen asleep in her dads arms and when she woke again he had gone back to see his only grandson. One by one everyone came into the room but under strict orders by the doctor that it could only be one at a time.

Bucky went to get Georgia who squealed at seeing her mommy for the first time in what felt like forever to the both of them. “Mommy, mommy”

“Hi baby, oh how I’ve missed you!” Georgia practically jumped out of Bucky’s arms and started to climb all over Y/n.

“Princess be careful” Bucky lightly scolded as he saw Y/n flinching at the four year old climbing over her.

“Mommy” is all she said. Taking her moms face in her tiny hands she placed kissed all over her mommys face. She’s seen Bucky do it plenty of times so of course she copies him.

“Did you miss me baby?”

“Miss you, miss you”

Georgia finally settles on Y/n’s chest and slowly falls asleep, Winnie came in an hour later so she could take Georgia home, not forgetting to give her sleeping daughter-in-law a kiss on her forehead.

When Wanda came in she burst into another fit of tears, she hadn’t stopped crying from the moment she had heard that her best friend had been ran over and not only that but she had saved her son.

“Y/n/n I-I will never be able to repay you f-for saving Billy” she stuttered, holding her best friends hand.

“D-don’t be silly Wands, he’s my godson”

“Billy wants to see his favourite auntie, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course I want to see him”

A few minutes after Wanda left the door came back open revealing her godson, he stumbled when he saw the bruises and cuts on his auntie. Bucky noticed and got up and knelt down in front of him.

“She’s okay buddy”

“R-really?”

“Yes bud, auntie Y/n is super strong-“

“Li-like an Avenger?”

“Exactly like an Avenger, do you want to come over?” Billy nodded but made no attempt to move forward “want me to pick you up bud?” nodding once again Bucky picked his godson up and placed him on his hip.

“There’s my Billiam, how are you baby?”

“I-I-I’m sorry a-auntie Y-Y/n-“

“Hey-hey none of that, it isn’t your fault sweetheart. You did nothing wrong.”

“I-I saw the baby auntie”

“You did? Is he cute?”

“No” Billy giggled causing Y/n and Bucky to join in.

“Have you read any of your comics?”

“N-no”

“Well climb in and read to me then monkey” Bucky gently places the five year old next to his wife and pulls the blanket over him and nips out of the room to grab the bag containing the comic, when Billy tells him which one he wanted Bucky took it out and handed it over to him.

Three pages in and Billy taps his uncle Bucky on his knee, pointing and quietly giggling at seeing his auntie Y/n asleep.

Two days after waking up for the first time after the accident the doctors gave Y/n permission to go down to where her baby was, Bucky helped her in to the wheelchair and started going the route he had become familiar with over the six days since the accident had happened, the one where he nearly lost his wife and baby.

“Are you ready Bunny?” he asked as he came to a stop outside the door.

“I’m ready Ducky”

The nurse opens the door and Y/n’s wheeled in, seeing her dad and parents-in-laws standing there with smiles on their faces.

And there he was. Their beautiful baby boy, small like Bucky said but looked so strong. His hair curly and the same shade of brown as Bucky’s. It was as if he sensed his parents he opened his eyes and turned to face them.

His eyes blue as the ocean and as wide just like Georgia’s were.

“Oh Ducky he’s precious”

“He is indeed Bunny, our precious little boy”

“Have you two got a name for the little fella?” Winnie asks wondering what her grandson was to be called.

Y/n looked up at Bucky who smiled down at her, nodding. Though they didn’t know the gender that had already picked out names.

“Jamie Howard Anthony Barnes”

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therealcocoshady · 5 months ago

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I also had an idea kind of similar to the arranged marriage plot maybe someone sets them up on a blind date… he keeps saying no but the person playing Cupid is very persistent and he ends up feeling obligated to go (idk, just a thought)

Oh, I actually had an thought about something similar to this, a while ago - please don’t mind me, I literally wrote this thing in less than 30 minutes and didn’t proofread. I just wrote it so that you’d get the idea.

After years of frustration with women and trust issues, Marshall has made peace with the fact that he’s going to end up alone. Even his friends have stopped trying to set him up on dates. Sure, they’d like to see him thrive in a relationship, and they can see how lonely he is, sometimes, but they also know he’s complicated. So they leave him alone on the topic. So he dedicates to his work and his role as a father.

And ironically enough, his girls are the only people that could get him to go out of his comfort zone. One of them is still in college, studying psychology. She has to do an assignment for one of her classes and she is searching for volunteers for an experiment on dating and relationships. The design is pretty simple : people sign up, fill some forms and answer questions. Then, an algorithm pairs them up for maximum compatibility and they have to go on a date, during which they will have to answer the famous 36 questions designed to make them fall in love. His daughter is a bit behind on work and she has to find one more volunteer. She doesn’t even believe in this whole thing, she just wants to pass the class. So she begs Marshall, who refuses at first. Because A) he doesn’t date and B) even if he did, he wouldn’t take part in an experiment, much less one involving his daughter in his romantic life. But she’s really desperate and she assures him that the whole thing is anonymous and clinical. « Please, Dad, it’ll take twenty minutes of your time. And who knows if they’ll even pair you with anyone for the date. I just need to pass the class and graduate. You’re the one who always insisted on me getting higher education ! ». Of course, he caves in. Because he did sacrifice a lot for his babies to go to college, and he’ll be damned if his daughter fails the class because of him. Plus, the people in charge of the experiment will probably see his answers and figure he’s a lost cause. Even science wouldn’t find a good match for him, right ?

Except that it does. Weeks later, he receives an email, informing him that he’s been selected for the second step of the experiment and that they’ve found him a match with 95% compatibility. At first, he figures he won’t go. With his luck, they paired him with another fifty-something man who’s just as lonely. No way this could be a woman. Not with the stoic and sarcastic answers he typed in the form. The email doesn’t even specify who they paired him with. They just ask if he’d be available for a date in two weeks time. Basically, it’s having coffee with the other person, answering the 36 questions unrecorded and then filling another form to describe the experience and say if yes or no they feel attracted to the other person and would consider actually dating them. He figures that, even though it’s anonymous, his daughter’s team wouldn’t have the data if he bails and he’ll be damned if his precious daughter doesn’t get her degree because of him. Of course he’ll bite the bullet and go on that stupid coffee date. Even if he’s paired with a 53 year-old name George.

But as it turns out, his date is not 53 year-old George. It’s you. You and your charming smile. You who agreed to take part in the whole thing because your little sister, his daughter’s teammate, begged you at the last minute. God, these college students need to learn how to do things in time and not to involve their family in their cringy psych classes experiment. You don’t even want to do this whole thing but when a charming man shows up, you can’t help but smile and introduce yourself, extending a polite handshake to greet him. He doesn’t seem too at ease in that little café, which you find odd because it’s actually quite lovely. Also, you swear you’ve seen him somewhere, but it’s Detroit and he’s a brown-haired, bearded, middle-aged man in jeans and a hoodie. Pretty generic. You’re not exactly surprised to have been paired up with someone older than you. You’ve always been told you’re an old soul, so of course « science » (or whatever software they used to compile data) would figure out that your perfect match is almost twenty years older. Anyway, you’re not really here for a date. You’re here for your sister to finally graduate. And you’re not one to refuse free Chai latte.

So the two of you exchange a few pleasantries, introduce yourselves and get to these 36 questions. You tell each other who you could have dinner with if you could choose anyone in the world, whether or not you have a secret hunch about how you will die… as it turns out, the thing is cleverly designed. The questions are increasingly personal and both of you end up sharing personal details, things you most definitely wouldn’t think of sharing with a stranger you were more or less randomly paired up with. By the time you reach the last question, you are looking into each other’s eyes, giving your undivided attention, leaning in. When you arrived, you were strangers but by the end of the date, you feel like you really know each other. More than some people you’ve known your whole life. And by the time it ends, you’ve had the time to notice how charming the wrinkles around eyes are, and you don’t find it too unsettling that he blinks a bit faster than most people you know. As for him, he hasn’t failed to notice that little birthmark near your eye, and the way your mouth twitches when you’re trying to think of the adequate word to answer one of the questions. You don’t know each other’s favorite color or the name of your first pet, but both know when the other last cried in front of someone else and by themselves and why. 36 questions and a cup of coffee later, and you’re not really strangers. You actually had a pleasant time. Too bad you reached the end of the questionnaire and it’s time to go. Too bad he doesn’t offer to take your number and call you. Too bad you’re too demure to ask for his. You wouldn’t have minded actually going out with him. Maybe even discuss that movie he mentioned in passing and thinks you’d like.

The two of you share a hug goodbye and agree that it was fun. You wish him well for his daughter’s wedding he told you he’s busy planning and he wishes you luck for that job interview you said you were nervous about. When you go home and it’s time to answer that final set of questions, saying how you feel about the experiment, you actually give the whole thing a solid 8/10. And when you’re asked if you’d actually date the person you met for coffee, you tick « yes » faster than you’ve ticked any box. You do the same when it asks you if you’d consent to the other person being given your contact info.

Weeks later, Marshall is ecstatic when his daughter tells him she got a good grade for that psych class and that she’ll be graduating with honors. He’s proud as can be. She thanks him profusely for helping her. « I know it’s a stupid thing. But hey, there are a few people who reported they had a good time. Who knows ? Maybe I helped someone find love. ». She has absolutely no idea that he is one of the people who asked for the other person’s contact info as soon as they were given the possibility. She doesn’t know he’s been on four more dates with you. People have been so used to him being single that it didn’t even cross his daughter’s mind. Not even when he mentioned he missed the last Lions’ game, which never happens. But she definitely gets a hunch when he attends her graduation ceremony and sees him smile to that beautiful lady who’s attending her graduation ceremony and came to greet him. « Oh, that’s my sister speaking with your dad ! », her friend says. « I convinced her to do the experiment and she told me she met someone charming. Can you believe it ?! ».

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #Eminem blurb

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faye-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

ic master list :)

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divinelolita · 1 year ago

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heyy😘

i feel like you've done this before but its worth a shot😞

could you do jealousy headcannons with the whole band of tokio hotel🤞🏾(separately of course) with a little nsfw thrown in please(all of them topping idrc if they're dom top or sub top)

thank you smmm i love your writing like fr your keeping my writing alive😭 if u alr did this just straight up ignore it😌

JEALOUS BAND X GN READER

AGGHHH I LOVE U 👹! i’ve been so confused cuz normally I'd have so many ideas but I was absolutely stuck recently💀 sorry if it's not good I'm better at writing dom reader..

(contains some nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!!!)

BILL:

・He doesn't get jealous easily, but you make him crazy, bae.

・Y'all r probably at a club or something when it happens.

・If you flirted with someone/touched their arm or hand he would just look from afar, thinking about what he was gonna do with you.

・He'd get so caught up in his daydreaming that he feels himself grow hotter and more desperate for you.

・He eventually goes up to you and pulls you to the car

・While he's driving he holds your thigh in his hand, rubbing little circles into the side with his thumb.

・Remind you that you are his and his only 😍.

・When y'all get out of the car he can't keep his hands off you, roaming all over your body as he pulls you close.

・If y'all have sex he'd make you scream his name, again reminding you that you are his and he can pleasure you better than anyone 😋.

・It's getting a lil cringey and serious bro I'm not used to this-

"Good boy/girl. Doing so well."

"So pretty, so good for me.."

・Jealously ends soon after, he knows you love him as he does for you!

TOM:

・Unlike Bill, I feel like he'd get very jealous.

・Only watches you for a second before going up to you, holding a hand around your waist as he sees who your talking to.

・Makes sure to call you 'babe' and 'darling' so the person knows your taken 🤷🏻.

・You feel him occasionally grab your thigh, his hand trailing closer to your inner thigh-

・If you swat his hand away his grip only tightens.

・He eventually pulls you to the car, and baby he's going wild.

・Brings you into a fierce kiss, your lips nearly getting cut.

・Roams his hands up your shirt, fingers going down your sides and waist. 🤭

・Tbh he's so horny rn y'all def have car sex.

・If your into it he probably spanks you..

I'M CACKLING HELP LMFAO

・If you thought Bill was rough your in for something with Tom.

・Bitch has no mercy

・Probably overstimulates you too....

GEORG:

・Actually hides being jealous pretty well, but he can't always help it.

・He feels his stomach get knotted if he sees you talk/act in a flirty way with someone else.

・Tries to ignore it, reminding himself that you love him and you wouldn't do anything weird.

・If the other preon touches you, though, he's right beside you.

・He keeps a hand at the back of your neck, digging his fingers in it gently.

・Doesn't bother taking you to the car, y'all go to a bathroom.

・Throws you in the stall as he locks it behind him.

・Shushes you if you try to make excuses.

・Keeps his hand at the back of your neckbas he kisses you, his other hand having a firm grip on your thigh.

・His kisses trail down to your jaw, then neck, and all the way down...

・He edges you until your crying, man.

"You can take a little more, right.?"

・He shushes you if your too loud (due to being in the bathroom) but he can't help but grin whenever you moan out his name.

GUSTAV:

・Not the jealous type at all, nope.

・There's only so much a boy can take, though.

・Bites the inside of his cheek as he glares at you.

・Watches the way you act, if your with someone else he makesbsure to also watch their movements.

・If they get too close to you he feels like he got the air sucked outta him.

・Doesn't stop you from talking unless the other person gets a little too comfortable.

・Afterwards, in the car, he'd ask a few questions about this person.

・Raises an eyebrow at you if you lie or don't explain.

・If anything he's a soft dom 🤷🏻

・Holds your hands over your head while having sex.

・Leaves kisses and hickeys all over your neck and chest, nipping at the sensitive skin.

"You're so perfect... so sweet."

・Praises you like there's no tomorrow.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 10 months ago

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Crossed Lines || George Weasley

Title: Crossed Lines Pairing: Single Dad!George x Nanny!Reader Summary: Crossing the line between professional and personal is always a risk, and this time it’s one George is willing to take. A/N: I love dad!george and you can pry him from my cold dead hands. Feedback is always appreciated! <3

George Weasley never imagined his life would turn out this way.

As a man in his mid-20s, he was living the life most would be envious of. For starters he and his brother started their own company as teenagers, and now several years later they are still their own bosses. Not to mention he’s a single man, living in central London, free to do whatever and whoever he pleases. He gets to do what he loves, makes his own decisions and he makes enough money to do whatever he wants while also saving enough for his future.

That is until one fateful Tuesday morning, when he answered the door and found a car seat sitting on the welcome mat with the smallest baby girl he’d ever seen tucked inside. Whoever left her there was long gone, and when George brought her inside the note that fluttered to the floor revealed him as the father, with whoever wrote it stating that they weren’t cut out to be a Mother and the baby was George’s problem now.

Two weeks and one paternity test later, George took full custody of his daughter Remi.

Despite having no real hands-on experience with babies, and having no intentions of having children for at least a decade, the second George held that little girl he knew in his heart that he could never give her up. So in the blink of an eye George Weasley went from a single man to a single dad.

Thankfully his family is the best, and rallied around him as he settled into fatherhood. Fred took on more responsibility at work so George could have a more flexible schedule, and his Mum moved in to help him as he learned how to be a Dad. And of course his siblings were always more than eager to babysit when George needed a break.

But now that Remi is six months old, four months after she was dropped off at the front of his brownstone, it’s time for his life to resume. He misses work, and while he loves having his Mum around, he’s desperately in need of having his privacy back. Not to mention all the parenting books he’s consumed over the last few months all talk about how important it is for babies to have a routine, and it’s hard getting into one when George’s work schedule is in the air and Remi never knows if it’ll be her grandmother or her dad getting her up from her nap.

When discussing what childcare arrangements George wanted now that he’d be back at work full time and Molly would be back up North, both Fred and his Mother vetoed his idea to just have Remi at work with him all day. Day care seemed like the obvious solution, but even after touring the best rated facility in London George was hesitant. He hated the idea of dropping his daughter off at some strange building everyday, and wasn’t too keen on the idea of Remi not being the only child someone was looking after.

So George tasked his Mum with finding him the best Nanny in all of London.

While more expensive than daycare, George liked the idea that Remi would be at home where she’s most comfortable and she’d have her caretakers undivided attention. Not to mention he liked how easy it would be to stop by and get some time with his baby whenever he could sneak away from work.

He left all of the hiring decisions up to Molly, citing his inexperience with raising a child. Who better to pick the person that will be caring for his child than the woman who raised seven of her own kids?

And George didn’t regret trusting his mother for a second.

Well until he answers the door on his Nanny’s first day, only to find the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen standing on his doorstep.

She smiles up at him brightly, and George curses himself for not at least asking his Mum for a picture of his Nanny. All she had told him was that her name is Y/N and she has a degree in early childhood development. Truthfully, when George thought about having a Nanny, he always pictured an older woman who was looking for work now that her children have grown and flown the nest. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine someone like Y/N standing on his doorstep.

“Hi,” she greets awkwardly when George doesn’t say anything. “You must be George, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Snapping out of his daydreams, George gives her a nod. “Nice to meet you as well. Come on in.”

He steps aside so Y/N can walk through the door, and he has to suppress a shiver when their bodies brush. She can’t be much younger than him, and the subtle scent of strawberries wafting from her skin is driving him crazy. George shuts the door a little too hard, before motioning for her to follow him into the living room.

Remi is sitting on the floor supported by some kind of special pillow Fleur bought for him, drool running down her chin as she chews on a toy. George watches as Y/N gets a look at his daughter for the first time, and the smile that takes over her face is breathtaking.

“Oh my goodness,” Y/N coos as she approaches, crouching down in front of Remi. “And you must be Miss Remi,” she greets, her voice soft and cheery as she reaches out to stroke the baby’s cheek. “Your Granny has told me so much about you, Gorgeous. I’m Y/N and I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

George is a puddle as he watches this woman interact with his child. That little girl is his entire world, and watching people fall in love with her always fills him with pride. Remi giggles as Y/N strokes her tummy and a grin breaks out over George’s face.

“She likes you.”

“I like her too.”

Remi squeals with joy as George scoops her up in his arms and he presses a kiss to her wet cheek before he places her on his hip. “Let me show you around and get everything sorted before I have to head off to work.”

Y/N follows behind George as he gives a quick tour, taking note of where everything is. Which is harder than it should be, since she’s distracted by the adorable baby and the gorgeous man that’s holding her. Molly had shown Y/N dozens of pictures of Remi during the interview process and talked about her nonstop, but she had been pretty silent when it came to her son. All she said was that George was young and had become a father unexpectedly when Remi’s mother abandoned the two month old on his porch.

Her heart had broken for the little girl and her father, which made saying yes to Molly’s job offer a piece of cake. And as George points out all of his daughter’s favorite things Y/N is sure in her decision to take this job. It’s clear that George doesn’t know a lot about being a parent, but it’s even more clear that he’s trying his best and he loves his daughter with every fiber of his being.

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t admit how attractive that is. Seeing this man who so clearly used to live the bachelor life bend over backwards to give his daughter the life she deserves is a major turn on. It doesn’t hurt that he’s extremely good looking either.

But it’s really in her best interest to push those kinds of thoughts away considering the fact that George is her boss and he’s trusting her to care for his child. Remi is the only Weasley Y/N will allow herself to fall in love with.

“So as far as a routine goes, Remi doesn’t really have one,” George admits sheepishly as they make their way back into the living room. “When she gets cranky we put her down for a nap and when she cries we feed her. We tried, but with my work schedule always changing and my Mum and I switching on and off, nothing we tried ever really stuck.”

”That’s what I’m here for,” Y/N reassures him with a smile. “It’ll probably take a few days for Remi to settle in from the change and get used to me, but once things settle we’ll start putting a routine in. And I’ll write everything down so you can follow it on the weekends as well.”

“Ugh, you’re amazing,” George gushes, and he doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s cheeks flush. “Okay well I guess that’s everything. I should head out now.” He’s thankful that Y/N turns away, pretending to look at her phone so he can have a private moment with his daughter.

“I love you Rem-Dog,” George murmurs as he presses his lips to the top of his daughter’s head. “I gotta go to work now, but I’m gonna miss you so much. And you’re gonna have so much fun with Y/N. Okay, baby?”

George kisses his daughter one last time, pressing his nose to the crown of her head and taking a deep inhale of her sweet baby scent before he pulls away and hands Remi off to Y/N.

“Call if you need anything,” George says as he walks towards the door. “My cell and office number are on the fridge. I should be home by five but I’ll call and let you know if that changes.”

”Sounds good.” Y/N follows George out, picking up Remi’s hand and making her wave. “Say bye to Daddy, Remi. Say don’t worry about me, everything’s going to be okay.” Her voice has that same dreamy quality it did when she first greeted Remi, and it immediately puts George at ease.

Y/N stays on the porch while George climbs in his car, bouncing Remi as she makes the little girl wave. He keeps his eyes on them for as long as possible, sighing when they disappear out of view.

“Well your first full week back is almost over,” Fred starts as he enters George’s office. “How does it feel?”

”Fucking exhausting,” George groans, flipping Fred off when he laughs.

Truthfully he really has enjoyed being back in the office. Over the past few months he’s been pretty hands off with the business, only coming in for important meetings or for emergencies, and it’s nice to get back working on the actual fun parts of his job. But holy hell is George tired.

After being at work all day George heads home, and after a quick pass off Y/N also heads out, putting George on Dad duty for the rest of the night. Which he totally loves after being away from Remi all day, but by the time he gets her fed, bathed and settled in for the night he’s absolutely exhausted. It doesn’t help that she’s started some kind of sleep regression since he went back to work, so he’s up a few times to put Remi back down.

When discussing with his mom what he might want from a nanny, they had discussed whether the position should be a live in one. George had shut that down pretty quickly, adamant that he only wanted someone there when he couldn’t be and that he could handle everything else. But after only one week he’s already considering asking Y/N if she’d be willing to make that change.

And if part of that is motivated by his craving to spend more time with his nanny it isn’t anyone’s business.

The only time he gets to spend with Y/N is the few minutes before he leaves for work when he hands Remi off, and then the few minutes in the evening before they do it again when he gets home. But seeing the way she lights up when she talks about his daughter has George craving her presence every moment of the day.

It helps that Remi seems to be just as infatuated with Y/N as he is. When he got home from work last night, Y/N had gushed about how amazing Remi has been, and that she barely seemed to need an adjustment period. She explained that sometimes babies have difficulties getting used to their parents being away and having a stranger in the house, but from that very first day Remi took everything like a champ.

The photo George has on his phone of Remi fast asleep on Y/N’s chest from Monday afternoon is a testament to that. The little girl has formed a bond with her nanny right from the start, and George knows his daughter would be thrilled to have some more time with Y/N.

“And how’s the nanny? Still hot?” Fred asks as he plops down in a chair across from George’s desk.

”Ugh, fuck. I never should have told you that.”

”Don’t worry, dude. I’d never try and screw one of your employees,” Fred assures. “Especially one that you wanna fuck too.”

George throws a pen at Fred in an attempt to knock the stupid grin off of his face. “I don’t wanna fuck Y/N.”

”Oh right, you wanna kiss her and hold her and date her and make love to her,” Fred teases.

”You’re such a fucking prat.” George sighs, shuffling some papers on his desk. “Fuck this. It’s Friday and I’m tired and I wanna see my baby. I’m going home early.”

Fred stands up as George starts to collect his things. “Fine, go back home to your girls. I’ll see you later.”

He’s almost out the door when George registers what he’s said and he whips a pad of post it notes at his brother’s retreating back. “Fucking prick!” He shouts, trying to ignore the bright pink blush on his cheeks.

George’s decision to ask Y/N to move in is solidified the second he comes through the door.

Remi’s cries echo off the walls, and he barely has the door shut behind him before he’s barrelling down the hall towards his daughter. When he reaches the living room George stops in his tracks. Y/N is slowly swaying back and forth, quietly murmuring to Remi as she rubs her back soothingly. His daughter’s red face is pressed into her nanny’s neck and even from across the room George can see how wet her cheeks are.

“Is she okay?” George asks as he approaches, his voice frantic.

Y/N spins around so she’s facing him, an attempt at a grin crossing her face. “Teething,” is her simple reply, and George nods in understanding.

He vaguely remembers when Victorie, his niece, started teething since Bill often came to hang out with Fred and George when he needed a break. Not that George can blame a baby, if he had something sharp cutting through his gums and had no ability to verbalize the pain and ask for help he’d be screaming his head off too.

“Yeah, my Mum thought she might be close to cutting one in the front.” Y/N passes Remi to him when he holds his hands out, and he immediately cuddles her close to his chest. “It’s alright, love. Daddy’s here.”

Y/N can practically feel her heart melt as she watches George soothe his daughter, and she silently kicks herself when she realizes how attractive it is watching this big man hold a baby. Of course she’s read those books, the ones where the hot single dad and the nanny end up falling in love and becoming a family. But when she graduated from Uni and decided to go into private care over a day care or teaching she had promised herself she would always remain professional.

Except the moment George Weasley opened his front door that notion went right down the drain.

Watching this man be a parent makes her ovaries ache, and in a futile attempt to squander any feelings she may have for George, Y/N has tried to keep their interactions to a minimum. She keeps their hand-offs as brief as possible, showing up in the morning with only a few minutes to spare and exiting so quickly in the evening that George barely has his shoes off before she’s out the door.

The last thing she needs is to fall in love with the man who signs her paychecks.

It doesn’t help that Remi is probably the best child she’s ever looked after, and considering she started babysitting at 10 that’s a huge compliment. After only a week she already has formed an attachment to the little girl, and it pains her everytime she has to hand her back at the end of the day. Which usually ends up pissing her off, because how could the woman that gave birth to such a beautiful baby just give that all away?

Apart from today’s teething related meltdown Remi has been nothing but a ray of sunshine. She giggles at everything, and Y/N instantly fell in love with her gummy smile. She’s also learned that Remi is a baby that loves to cuddle, and she spends most of her afternoon laying on the couch, holding the infant close to her chest as she sleeps.

Sometimes she feels thankful for that horrid woman who gave all of this up, because Y/N is the one who gets to bask in the glow of little Remi. But sometimes those thoughts lead her down the bath of daydreaming what it would be like to be Remi’s Mum, and by extension George’s wife, and she has to shut them down quickly. Lusting after a life she can’t have is not helpful.

“I put some of her teethers in the freezer,” she explains as George starts to sway back and forth in his own attempt to soothe Remi. “The cold will help soothe and numb the pain, but if you have a hard time getting her to bed you can give her some children’s tylenol.”

Y/N can feel her heart breaking as Remi lets out another wail, hating the fact that she is about to leave when she’s still so upset. She steps closer to George, resting a hand on Remi’s back before she leans in to kiss her tear-stained cheek.

“Bye, Rem-Dog. I’m going to miss you so much, but you have your dad here with you, yeah? And I know you’re in pain but go easy on him, okay? I can feel the anxiety rolling off him,” she pauses to look at George, giving him a teasing wink before she refocuses her attention on the baby. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“You got this, George,” Y/N reassures, giving his arm a squeeze.

She turns to grab her things and head out when a hand closes around her wrist.

“Wait, Y/N,” George calls, tugging so she turns to look at him. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about, before you go. I was wondering if you’d consider becoming a live-in nanny?” He rushes the question out, clearly nervous.

“You want me to move in?” Y/N asks, her voice breathy. Immediately she clears her throat, shaking her head to bring her back to reality. This is George asking for more help with his baby, nothing more.

“I do yeah,” George confirms with a nod. “I'm in way over my head, and I could really use the extra help in the evenings. I can tell how attached Remi is to you already, and I know she’d love to have you around more.” He leaves out the fact that he’d love to have her around more too, figuring that would be anything but helpful to hear. “I’d pay you more, obviously, and you’ll still have the weekends off. If you’re stuck in a lease I can pay to get you out of it, anything you need.”

“I’ll do it,” Y/N agrees without even taking a second to think about it.

Is moving in with her hot boss and his incredible daughter probably a bad idea? Absolutely. But with the wide grin George is directing at her it’s easy for Y/N to push all of those negative thoughts to the back of her head.

Besides, living here with George and Remi is a good thing, she’ll probably learn all of George’s annoying habits and whatever feelings are starting to develop will fade just as quickly as they started.

At least Y/N hopes so.

Turns out her plan to use moving in with George as a way to diminish her feelings for him is a failure. An epic, fucking failure.

Because as it turns out, George has no annoying habits.

When he wakes up with Remi in the morning he’s quiet, taking extra care to whisper and tiptoe around as to not wake Y/N up before her alarm. When he makes his breakfast he always sets some aside for her as well, and there’s always a fresh pot of coffee waiting. He’s always sure to clean up after himself, to the point where sometimes Y/N forgets he even lives there. And despite the fact that she moved in to help him out more, George is always respectful of her time. When he gets home from work he takes over with Remi, giving Y/N some time for herself. When she takes over again, putting Remi to bed, George always cooks them dinner and they spend the rest of the evening talking and hanging out.

Everyday it feels less and less like she’s his employee helping him care for his daughter and more like they’re a couple caring for their baby together.

Which Y/N knows is a bad thing, and there’s constantly a voice in the back of her head telling her she needs to put up boundaries to keep both George and Remi at arms length. But the more time she spends around them the harder it is. She is quickly discovering that she isn’t just attracted to George’s looks and his dedication to being a father, but to his personality as well. He has a great sense of humor and such a kind heart, and Y/N finds herself missing his presence when he’s not around.

So again, her plan has been an epic failure.

It certainly doesn’t help that three weeks into her new live in position, Y/N rushes into the nursery one night to comfort a screaming Remi only to find her boss standing in the middle of the room shirtless as he rocks his daughter.

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as she steps in the room, alerting George to her presence. When he spins to face her it takes all of her willpower to keep her eyes focused on his face and not his naked torso. “I just wanted to check and make sure everything is okay.”

George swallows thickly, reminding himself that he’s got his crying child in his arms and now is not the time to be ogling his nanny. But fuck is it hard. Because Y/N is standing there in the tiniest pair of sleep shorts and the thinnest tank top George has ever seen, her hair still mussed from sleep.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he mumbles once he finds his composure. “I was hoping to get her back to sleep before she woke you, I’m sorry.”

Remi’s been cutting two new teeth this week, and it’s safe to say sleep has not been something happening here in the Weasley house. He and Y/N have been taking shifts during the night, but he could tell that the lack of sleep was starting to wear her down, so when Remi woke him tonight his sole mission was to soothe her back to sleep as quickly as possible.

“And is there a reason why the two of you are half naked?” Y/N teases, and even in the dim light George can see the blush tinting her cheeks.

George shrugs a shoulder, giving her a grin. “I read in a book that skin to skin contact is supposed to help comfort babies.” Truthfully he hadn’t even considered the possibility of Y/N coming to help him, so George hadn’t given it a second thought when he stripped Remi down to her diaper before he pulled his own shirt off. All he wanted to do was soothe his child, but seeing the way Y/N is having a hard time from looking at his bare chest George is thankful for his actions for a totally different reason.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Y/N responds playfully, and she doesn’t miss the way George’s eyes scan her body. It sends a shiver down her spine, and if there wasn’t a crying baby in his arms she certainly would be throwing herself at him.

Over the past few weeks Y/N has had an inkling that the feelings she has are not totally one sided, and the way George is looking at her now is confirmation. Clearly they are both trying to keep from crossing into unprofessional territory for Remi’s sake, but she’s not sure how much longer they’ll be able to resist this pull.

“Go back to bed,” George instructs, his voice low.

Y/N nods, her stomach fluttering at the command in his voice. Wanting him to be just as affected as she is, she approaches George, maintaining eye contact as she places one hand on his bare shoulder and the other on his abs. She smiles to herself as he tenses under her touch, leaning in to kiss Remi on the forehead.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

Just as quickly as she was there Y/N is retreating, looking back over her shoulder at George as she lingers in the doorway.

“Sweet dreams, George.”

As soon as she’s gone George tosses his head back and groans. “God damnit,” he mumbles. He looks down at Remi, who’s cries have finally started to quiet. “You two girls will be the death of me I swear.”

It’s the first sunny day they’ve had in weeks, so when he woke up this fine Saturday morning he decided a picnic in the park was the best way to spend it. Even though it’s technically her day off, after he’d packed up the food, Remi George had stopped by Y/N’s room to see if she wanted to join them. Much to his delight, a yes was coming out of her mouth before he’d really even finished asking.

And as he watches her push Remi in a swing, both of them giggling like crazy, George knows one thing for certain: he’s fallen for his nanny. It’s something he’s come to terms with in the two weeks it has been since that night in the nursery. After the way she touched and teased him George had an inkling that his feelings for Y/N were mutual, and their interactions these last few weeks have only confirmed it.

For starters, touching has become a normal part of their relationship. Now when they pass Remi back and forth it’s normal for their hands to brush, lingering just a few seconds too long. When they sit on the couch together in the evenings Y/N takes the spot right next to him, as opposed to sitting on the opposite end like she had previously. It seems like both of them take every opportunity to be close to the other.

Their conversations seem to have a flirty air to them now too, with both of them taking every opportunity to make the other blush. Not to mention the fact that Y/N is supposed to have the weekends off, and yet she somehow always ends up spending them with George and Remi.

Sometimes George even forgets that Y/N is his employee, because when the three of them are together it just feels like they’re a family. Much to George’s pleasure it seems that way to others as well, because on at least four different occasions when the three of them have been out together people have complimented them on how adorable their daughter is, and Y/N has been mistaken as his wife at least a handful of times. Even strangers know that they’re meant to be together.

And George is just waiting for the perfect moment to make it official.

He grins as Y/N starts to head towards him, holding his arms out for the baby.

“Dada, dada, dada!” Remi babbles as Y/N places her in his outstretched hands, and it makes his heart burst just like every other time she’s said it.

“Hi baby,” George coos, settling Remi down on his lap. He shivers when Y/N takes a seat next to him on the blanket, their sides pressed together tightly from how close she chooses to be. “Did you have fun on the swings?”

“Yes I did,” Y/N answers for Remi, her voice morphing into the delicate tone she always uses when talking to the baby. “Y/N is so much fun, Daddy. So much more fun than you,” she teases.

They both let out a laugh when Remi reaches for Y/N, seemingly confirming her words.

Instead of taking the baby Y/N leans into George’s side, holding out both her hands so Remi and grab on to her pointer fingers. George immediately wraps an arm around her waist, pressing Y/N even closer into his chest. It feels so natural that George has to resist his urge to lean in and kiss her on the forehead.

Y/N smiles as Remi tries to shove her fingers in her mouth, keeping her attention focused on the baby so she doesn’t get lost in George’s eyes. She can feel his gaze on her, and it’s taking everything in her not to return it.

She shouldn’t even be here right now. She’d had plans to get brunch with some of her Uni friends, but the second George stopped in the doorway of her room, a stupid smile on his face and his perfect baby in his arms as he invited her on a picnic she couldn’t say no. It’s definitely not normal, the amount of time she spends with George and Remi when she’s off the clock, but Y/N stopped caring about that weeks ago. In reality, George could never pay her another cent and she’d still be sitting right where she is.

Which should terrify Y/N, but it doesn’t.

“I can’t believe how big she’s getting,” George comments, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts.

She hums in agreement. “It’s crazy how fast they grow at this age. I swear some days she grows overnight.”

“She looks so much like her mom.”

Y/N freezes, just watching George stroke his fingers over the dark, wispy hair that covers Remi’s head. He’s never talked about her before, and Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about the woman who makes up the other half of Remi’s DNA.

“Maybe,” Y/N comments, grinning as Remi giggles. “But she has your eyes and your smile.” When all George does is hum in acknowledgement she continues. “What was she like? Remi’s mom?”

George shrugs as best he can with Y/N pressed against him. “I don’t know, really. Which sounds awful. We didn’t really spend too much time talking, if you get what I mean. I had totally forgotten about her until Remi showed up on my doorstep and the note from her fell out onto the ground.”

“I know I probably shouldn’t think ill of someone I don’t know,” Y/N says cautiously. “But it must take an awful person to just abandon their baby. Especially a baby like Remi. I mean, what if you weren’t home? Remi would have just been sitting out there on the porch for who knows how long.” She shudders in horror at the thought. “I just can’t ever imagine leaving her behind.”

The protective tone in her voice drives George crazy in the best way possible. He knows, obviously, that Y/N cares for his daughter, but hearing her be so angry at the woman who abandoned his daughter is something different.

“I know what you mean. Being a dad was something I never even considered. But the second I held that baby for the first time I knew I could never give her up.” George pauses, considering his next words carefully. “Sometimes I think about what life would be like, if Remi’s mom had come to me when she found out she was pregnant and we had the opportunity to be a family. But I don’t think I would have liked it that much.”

“Oh?” The soft tone of George’s voice is sending goosebumps all over her body. “Why is that?”

“Because then I never would have needed a nanny, and Remi and I wouldn’t have met you.”

His words take all of the air out of Y/N’s lungs, and her heart feels like it might beat out of her chest. Because she’s had those thoughts too, and as selfish as it is Y/N has always come to the same conclusion as George. Remi will never know her biological mother, and part of Y/N aches for that little girl. But a larger part of her is thankful that Remi will never know the pain of her mother’s abandonment, and she’s thankful that she gets to be the woman in her life.

“Thanks for coming with us,” George murmurs after a few moments of silence, causing Y/N to finally look up at him. He has the dopiest grin on his face and it makes her heart race.

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Y/N responds, and the conviction in her voice lets George know she’s being honest with him.

George reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear, and he grins at the hitch in her breath. “Remi likes spending so much time with you.”

“Just Remi?” she asks teasingly, digging her teeth into her bottom lip.

“No,” George murmurs honestly, reaching up to trace Y/N’s jaw with his thumb. “Not just Remi.”

Things finally come to a head a few days later, and they have to decide whether to end this arrangement all together or finally cross that line.

“Y/N? Remi?”

Y/N grins as George’s voice echoes through the house as the front door clicks shut behind him. “Living room!” she calls back.

As soon as George comes into view Remi starts babbling, her tiny fists reaching out towards George. “Dada, dada, dada!”

They’re sitting on the floor, with Y/N’s back against the sofa as Remi sits in her lap so they can read a book. But as George comes closer Y/N tosses the book aside, focusing on the man approaching her. Ever since the picnic in the park they’re subtle glances have become more obvious, and she doesn’t shy away from checking George out.

Because damn that man knows how to wear a suit.

“Hey Rem-Dog,” George greets, taking a seat on the floor across from Y/N. He opens his arms as Y/N lets Remi go, waiting for her to crawl closer before he swoops in. Picking Remi up under her armpits George hoists her in the air, blowing raspberries against her belly to make her laugh.

Y/N waits for George to return the giggling baby to his lap before she acknowledges him. “Hi. How was work?”

George shrugs, giving her a smile. “It was okay. Couldn’t wait to get home though.”

The intensity in his gaze makes Y/N blush, and she clears her throat as she looks away. “Well it’s a good thing you’re here now,” she manages to squeak out once she’s calmed down.

Things have felt so intense between them lately, but Y/N is waiting for George to make the first move. While she’s absolutely sure he feels the same way as she does, she doesn’t want to risk it by being the first one to make a move. Because on the off chance she goes for it and George rejects her, not only will Y/N be humiliated but she’ll lose Remi and that’s not something she’s willing to risk.

“Yeah, good thing.” George leans down to kiss the top of Remi’s head. “How was she today? Any problems?”

Y/N chuckles at the notion of Remi being anything but a perfect angel. “Nope, she was perfect, as per usual. She tried broccoli for the first time and went down for her nap easily. And every time I’d show her a picture of you she’d reach for it shouting Dada.”

That makes George’s heart melt. “That’s my smart girl,” he coos.

They both just watch for a minute as Remi squirms on George’s lap, one of her hands fisted in his dress pants while the other smacks his knee. No one says anything, but the silence between them isn’t awkward at all.

George suddenly takes a deep breath and just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something Remi cuts him off.

“Mama, mama!” she babbles for the first time, her little arms reaching out towards Y/N as she makes grabby hands. “Mama!”

Tears immediately spring to Y/N’s eyes, and she stands up, turning away from George so he can’t see how affected she is. “Oh. Um. I’ll be right back.”

George watches dumbfounded as Y/N disappears down the hall, presumably into his room. “Shit, shit shit,” he murmurs, standing up to follow after her. He places Remi in her playpen, kissing her quickly on the forehead. “Hang on, baby. Dada has to go check on Mama.”

Y/N’s door is closed when George reaches it, and he gives a tentative knock. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, George!” She calls, but George can hear her sniffling.

“No, you’re not.” He pauses, grabbing the doorknob. “I’m coming in.”

She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, furiously wiping away tears and George immediately takes two steps into the room before falling to his knees in front of her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she dismisses, shaking her head. “I don’t even know why I’m crying to be honest. It shouldn’t be a big deal, obviously I’m not Remi’s mom-”

“But you wanna be,” George murmurs, cutting her off.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, George,” Y/N apologizes. She wipes away the rest of the tears on her cheeks before she starts to push him away. “Let me just pack my stuff and I’ll be out of here, I’m sorry.”

George grabs Y/N’s wrists, keeping her hands pressed to his chest but keeping her from pushing him away. “What the hell do you have to be sorry for, Y/N?”

“I’m her nanny, George. I’m just supposed to be looking after her while you’re at work or whatever. I’m not supposed to be imagining a life where she’s my child and we’re a family. I crossed a line and you should fire me.”

“Fuck that,” George scoffs. “Look at me, Y/N.” He doesn’t continue until Y/N meets his gaze. “If anyone here crossed a line it was me. The second I saw you on my porch that morning I was fucked, I wanted you in every single way I could have you, Y/N. Hell, I asked you to move in under the guise that I needed more help with Remi when in reality I just wanted an excuse to be closer to you.”

George’s confession shocks her, and a humorless chuckle leaves her lips. “Really?”

“Really,” George confirms. “So if I should fire you for what you did, then you should quit for what I did. And if you really want to leave I will walk away right now. I’ll head back into the living room and sit with Remi while you pack and I’ll let you walk out the front door.”

“And if I don’t want to leave?” Y/N immediately asks.

“Then I’m going to kiss you, and once I've conveyed to you how much you truly mean to me, we’ll go back out to the living room to spend time with our daughter. Because Y/N, you stopped being just the nanny weeks ago. And I think you know that.” George gives her a pointed look. “The choice is yours.”

Her choice comes in the form of her hands fisting in George’s shirt seconds before she pulls him into a kiss. George’s arms immediately wrap around her waist, and he pulls Y/N off of the bed and into his lap, needing to get her as close as possible.

“Dada! Mama!”

Remi’s shout breaks their kiss, but George keeps their foreheads pressed together as they chuckle. “I guess we’ll have to wait until Remi goes to bed to cross other lines.”

Y/N shakes her head, playfully smacking George on the side of his head. He can be such an idiot. But at least he’s her idiot, and that’s all that really matters.

#George Weasley #George Weasley fic #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley fan fiction #George Weasley fanfic #gw #Harry Potter imagine #golden

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ginevrapng · 1 year ago

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Ahhh hi! I’m new here

This was sitting in my notes app waiting to be requested by someone who could do it justice ❤️

Laying in bed with Freddie or Georgie and being a muggle amazed at him doing magic which you just fount out he could do and having him relight the candles multiple times in a row with a flick of his wand “please do it again it’s so amazing”

"freddie please do it again it's so amazing." fred smirks and pulls you closer towards him so you're laying on his chest. today's the day he told you he's a wizard and as a muggle it's a lot to take in but it's so magical and wonderful all the same.

fred thought it was about time to tell you, you've been dating for months now and he loves you a lot but he's been a bit worried about your reaction. it's not like he could have brought you home to meet his family, even though he so desperately wanted to, he knew it wouldn't go well, his dad would have asked too many muggle related questions and you'd see all the magic around the house so he's finally told you, he wants you to be apart of everything. you've met george before and you get along well and he knows you'd get along really well with the rest of his family as well. finally you'll be able to visit his shop which he's told you so much about but has always told you some excuse to why you can't come visit. he can finally show you everything and he's so excited and so glad that you think it's amazing.

fred kisses the crown of your head before grabbing his wand on the side of the bed, "alright love." with a flick of his wand he wordlessly relights the candles on your shelf.

you bite your lip and turn to bury your head on his chest. "it's so cool," you mumble against his chest.

fred chuckles, "i'm glad you think so sweetheart."

"can you show me more stuff tomorrow," you lift your head up to look at him and ask.

"it would be my absolute pleasure." his voice then lowers like he's telling you a secret that only you can hear, "i'm so glad you think it's amazing, i was kind of worried that you would react bad, i love you."

you reach up to him and place a kiss on his cheek, "i love you too fred."

after a couple minutes later of hearing each other's breathing fred interrupts the silence, "we have a product at the shop called a patented daydream charm, i've been told it's 'extraordinary magic' but i think i much prefer your compliments and how you think it's amazing."

"i can't wait until you show me everything freddie," you reply earnestly and intertwine your hands together.

i love this idea and i really hope i did it the justice you wanted. i love domestic fred so much

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader fluff #fred weasley #hp x reader #hp x reader fluff #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader fluff #hp fluff #weasley fluff #golden era x reader fluff #golden era x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x muggle reader #hp x muggle reader #fred weasley fic #♡ fred #♡ mine / writing #♡ lana's letters

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foreverisntenough · 9 months ago

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

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Chapter 22 - ‘You’re Mine’

You felt Trent’s lips press against the back of your neck then slowly peeling off your skin. He peppered a few kisses before he became fully awake remembering last night and immediately stopping. The halt made you feel sick, was he never going to kiss you again? He let go of your body and pulled himself out of bed. He didn’t acknowledge you; he just walked directly to the ensuite to shower. You heard the water turn on and you rolled over on your back. You stared at the ceiling in a daze, paralyzed by the thought of losing your perfect, beautiful, loving Trent because of Chase… fucking Chase! You’d kill him if you ever got a chance. You were still lost in your raging thoughts and aching heart when the water shut off again, the silence made you jump. You turned back over on your side, grabbing his pillow, saddened being so close to his scent, closing your eyes, attempting to hide from him, scared. Trent walked into the room. He moved so quietly about that you peaked with one eye to see where he was. God, was he sexy. His golden skin sparkled in the light covered in water droplets. He adjusted the towel around his waist exposing himself briefly and your heart nearly stopped beating. His muscles flexed and moved beautifully. You shut your eyes tighter trying not to imagine what it’d be like losing this man.

He left the room in his towel making way to the kitchen. George was up and at the table on his phone having a coffee.

“Morning…” Trent grunted out combing through the refrigerator for something. He wanted to act like nothing had happened last night. Forgetting it was George, he wasn’t expecting any inquiry.

“Erm… what the fuck happened, mate?” George asked, standing up coming over to where Trent was.

“Nah, not doing this George.” Trent moaned.

“Trent… you fucked some kid up in a club last night for her. Hell, you told me you wanted to have a family with her, get her pregnant… we’re gonna talk about this.” George wasn’t going to let this go. All his reminders stung.

“Bro, shhh.” Trent gave him a disapproving look for mentioning the idea of pregnancy in the house with so many people but he answered George’s initial question eventually. “I don’t fucking know” he groaned rubbing his hands over his face. “Mate, fuck that kid. He deserved that, Y/N or not, he deserved to get hit. You don’t talk about people like that.” Trent began to ramble.

“… and he was?” George probed, raising an eyebrow wanting to hear from Trent who it was. Obviously there was a big discussion amongst everyone after you and Trent left so George already knew and probably got more out of Lauren than you had told Trent but he didn’t want the gossip he wanted Trent’s thoughts.

“Some cunt she knew from uni. I don’t know but god, the shit he was saying about her was so fucked up.” Trent looked out the big window of the villa at the water. George could see that he was sad, broken that someone spoke about you like that. Desperate for Chase to take it all back for your sake.

“Are you mad at her or him?..” George paused, looking at Trent waiting to see if he would look back at him. “Or both… I guess maybe.”

“I…I… I’m not mad at her. She didn’t do anything. Honestly I’m not sure girls I’ve been with in the past would speak too greatly about me but this was just brutal. He talked like she was absolutely nothing, it was sick. I’m fucking livid for her I think.” He muttered out. His gaze finally shifted to George, looking at him for some sort of help or relief.

“You’re not mad at her?” George asked. Not because he thought Trent should be but because he wanted Trent to be certain about his stance.

“I’m not.” Trent confirmed as he sighed, hands back over his face. “I’m really not.” He said in desperation turning away. “I love her, I’m always going to love her. Like I couldn’t not if I tried.” He muttered out, getting quieter like he was admitting this more to himself than George.

“Yeah, course, mate.” George cooed just trying to let him know he wasn’t alone.

“Fuck… She’s everything to me. That lad was so fucking out of line. She doesn’t deserve that, she deserves so much better than that. She deserves someone who takes care of her.” Trent began to rant getting worked up thinking about how much he hated Chase.

“Bro, you do that though. You take care of her. She knows that, she appreciates it. Don’t get rattled by this prick. She’s with you. I know you're upset and that’s valid, mate, but make sure she knows you love her. Remind her that you’re the one that takes care of her. If you’re not thrilled about the interaction you have to consider that she probably must be absolutely distraught over it.” George rambled back to him. Even though he knew his friend had every reason to need some space, he also knew you. He knew this would be weighing on you and Trent had a tendency to distance himself, disconnect if something went wrong.

“I take such good care of her” Trent hushly said scratching the back of his neck, the feeling reminding him of your nails drawing shapes when you held him.

“Don’t close off because of this.” George warned. Trent only hummed and quietly left the room without another word.

The sound of approaching footsteps awoke you from a light sleep. Your eyes fluttered open. You barely looked like yourself. Your eyes bloodshot, your lips swollen, your cheeks flush. Trent’s heart broke standing above you. He bent down and stroked over your hair.

“I think we’re going to the beach today, do you want to shower?” He asked so softly, he felt like his voice would somehow bruise you. You blinked a few times to clear your vision before looking at him. You could only bare those big brown eyes for a moment before you had to look away. You stared out the window and shook your head yes. You tried to move your body but it wouldn’t budge. The realization that in the past two days you had drank an ungodly amount, had fallen, thrown up, flown, it was just too much on your body. Trent could see you were trying but failing. “Alright, c’mon then. Let’s shower, yeah?” He whispered gently picking you up like you weighed nothing. You could barely wrap yourself around him. You felt too weak. The warmth of his skin against yours had your mind blurring. You couldn’t think straight. You rested your heavy pounding head on his shoulder as he walked with you to the bathroom. “Okay?” He asked putting you down in the bathtub. He helped you out of his shirt and pulled your panties off. Normally the action would’ve had Trent’s mind racing but he was too focused on being careful with you. He turned the water on, it felt warm as it filled the tub. He washed your hair slowly like he could make some sort of mistake. As he washed out the last product the warmth of the water running over you mixed with an incredible amount of guilt falling with it you felt a shiver run up your spine. You felt horrible. Your eyes flashed up to look at him. He looked stoic, focused, calm but concerned. He loved you so much his heart was breaking that your relationship had gone from you two giggling about babies in England to you not even speaking in Greece. You started to cry. You couldn’t stop the tears, they just kept coming.

“T…” you whined practically silent it was so quiet.

“Oh c’mon…” he cooed softly. “No more please, I don’t like when you cry, you know that.” He paused for a moment, his hand stroking from the back of your head down your spine. Caressing the small of your back, swiping his thumb over it. Your knees pressed against your chest more. Your arms wrapped around your legs holding them tighter as you wept thinking this would be the demise of your relationship. You were looking straight ahead when you felt his lips press against the top of your head. “I’m not mad at you..” Trent spoke hushed into your hair. His voice raised goosebumps on your skin. “Let’s get you dry.” He softly said, picking you up. He wrapped a plush towel around you. He engulfed you wrapping around you from behind, his arms crossing over your chest as you stood in front of him. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear as you looked into the mirror watching his movements behind you. He had told you to stop but you couldn’t, the tears started to fall again hearing him say that, you thought he never would again. “Forever. Hmm?” He hummed, pressing another kiss behind your ear. He heard you sniffle though and his eyes flashed up to lock with yours in the mirror fast. You mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.” He placed another kiss behind your ear. “I know, I know.” He closed his eyes regretting ever leaving the bed with you yesterday afternoon.

Trent left the room for you to get ready for the beach. He wanted to give you space that you definitely didn’t want. He made his way to the living room where all the boys were watching something on TV, hungover. Lauren sat on the floor on her phone. Trent went over and nicked her phone off her from behind.

“Heyyy.” She whined, cocking her head back to see who snatched her phone. Trent gave her a cheeky grin.

“Will you help her get ready for the beach?” Trent asked quietly so none of the boys would hear but his presence alone caused them to shift focus.

“Yeah, yeah, your room?” Lauren hushly responded. Trent nodded and she pulled at his arm to help her up. Once she was standing she hurried down the corridor to find you. She knocked on the door lightly as she opened it.

“Hii…” she said quiet not wanting to startle you. “You okay?” She asked without seeing you as she walked into the en-suite. “Oh….” She just about gasped.

“Laur...” You squeezed your eyes tight. You were sat on the counter using a gua sha to try to reduce the swelling of your face.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” She rapidly spewed out trying to comfort you. “You’re fine” she cooed, wrapping her arms around you, tucking her head onto your shoulder. She held you for a while in a comfortable silence before she spoke again.“It’s not your best look but you’re still very beautiful.” She giggled. No matter your state she was always going to tease, it was Lauren after all and it brought a sense of normality to the room, stopping more tears from flowing.

“I hate you.” You whined, continuing the motions over your face.

“At least you showered…” she said tucking your hair behind your ear. She played with the ends of your wet hair sillily. The feeling of her dropping pieces, cold against your skin.

“I didn’t, he did it for me essentially.” You explained, turning around a little bit towards her.

“That was sweet of him” she said with a little pout.

“It’s just Trent being Trent.” You said unphased, your worries starting to brew again almost forgetting he had told you he loved you. “Can you pick out my outfit for today? I can’t be asked.” You asked her, watching the jade glide over your oiled cheek again.

“Me? To pick out your clothes… absolutely!” She jumped up. Lauren ran to the other room rifling through your stuff. You and Lauren just had different vibes when it came to fashion. You were maybe a bit more of the ‘fashion fashion’ side and she was more of the ‘how can my body look the best’ side. Both approaches worked for you respectively but she was thrilled at the idea of dressing you in what she wanted to see you in.

“Don’t make a mess please!” You tried to yell knowing she’d rip your carefully organized packing to shreds. You came into the bedroom and she sat on the bed with a devious smile. “What?” You asked suspiciously, walking further towards her. You gave in quite quickly, not strong enough to bicker with her about your outfit. She had you in an impossibly skimpy Zimmerman bikini. It was the smallest amount of material you could wear without being naked. “This is ridiculous.” You quietly laughed looking in the mirror at your body on display.

“Honestly… it’s so fucking good!” She squealed. “Plus, you own it, not me!” She held her hands up in innocence.

“Okay, okay, anything else?” You said looking fed up with her but not resisting.

“Yessss…” she dragged out before throwing an intentionally sheer dress at you. It was a summer knit that sparkled in the sun, the fabric woven with sequins. She had laid out all your accessories on the bed like you do when styling photo shoots. It made you smile that she knew you liked things a certain way. Chloe sandals, a big Marni raffia tote and a fun pair of Loewe sunglasses. To give credit where it’s due, it was a good fit, even you approved.

“It’s good” you spoke with little passion behind the words but you meant it. You stared into the mirror assessing the entire look but mostly just what Trent would think of it. Lauren knew what you were thinking she could tell by the glaze cast over your eyes.

“He loves you. Really, Y/N, he loves you so much.” She sincerely said. You just stared at her back through the mirror, no response, no gesture. Your heart warmed at her words but you couldn’t react.

“Hey… we’re gonna get going soon, can I take your bag?” Trent cooed standing in the doorway. His eyes glued to you. He took in every bit. His breath hitched a little as you leaned over to pick up your bag, your tits practically spilling out.

“Yeah, thank you.” You were so quiet, you didn’t look up at him.

“Okay…” he took it from you. Your hands briefly brushing over each others. He stared at your face for a moment waiting to see if you’d look up at him but you didn’t. He disappointedly turned and walked out the door without another word.

“Why are you being like that?” Lauren asked, cutting the awkward tension.

“Well he’s mad at me, what am I supposed to do?” You bit back a little annoyed she wasn’t more sympathetic towards your side of things.

“Did he tell you that? He doesn’t seem it.” She pushed back with an unamused tone.

“No…” you paused. “He told me the opposite but…”

“But what? Let’s go.” She said standing up. “Can’t you just let him love you the way he wants to? Stop thinking he doesn’t. He was practically drooling in the doorway, I think you’ll be fine.” She rolled her eyes, smacking your ass as she walked by you.

“He wasn’t….” You softly rebutted and she just gave you a glare.

The whole group made it down to the beach. It was a private club that had beautiful cushioned beach furniture in sectioned off areas set aside just for you. It had wait staff to serve every whim, you really couldn’t ask for more as the sun reflected off the blue water. As you got settled in the area Trent placed your tote on one of the chairs and then placed himself on another pretty far away from you. You were still relatively close but for you two the distance was bizarre. You furrowed your brow but quickly wiped it away and pushed down your disappointment. You looked up and saw Jude sprawled out on an entire couch letting out a dramatic sigh.

“It’s just so difficult.” Jude continued.

“What?” Jobe asked naively. He was cute genuinely thinking Jude had something of value to say. You put your head back down to put your phone in your bag knowing he was just being annoying.

“Being me… it’s tough, mate.” He said stretching his arms over his head that conveniently put his abs on full display.

“Oh my goddddd” Lauren groaned. “You are the absolute worst” rolling her eyes at his antics. Jude burst out laughing, all the boys loudly following. Jobe cocked his eyebrows at his brother though a little confused that it was all just a bit.

You huffed at your seating arrangement but seeing as a previous affair of yours looked your boyfriend dead in the eye and said you were a whore last night, you kept your distance. You didn’t know how to act. You tried to pull your knit dress over your head subtly but struggled. You bent over to slide it entirely over your head wiggling a little. You thought if you put your arms above your head more standing straight up in this silly little bikini your tits would pop out. You stood back up when you heard a slight puff of air from someone clearly watching you. You turned around and a cheeky Trent was laying on a lounger, leaning up a little more propped by his elbows, staring at you. You shyly smirked at him behind your sunglasses.

“Come sit.” He gestured you over with his head, his hands trying to readjust his dick now in his swimsuit after seeing you bent over. You stood frozen for a moment shocked but moved quickly hoping he wouldn't change his mind. “C’mere.” He tugged at your body as you sat on the edge of his chair. “Gonna get comfortable or just sit like we don’t know each other?.” He said laughing a little. The big smile on his face igniting something inside of you you almost forgot existed. Jude looked at Lauren who was watching you and Trent carefully. She felt his stare so she turned towards him.

“It’s a good bikini… I thought it would help!” She giggled.

“Effective plan, I guess” he shrugged seeing you get comfortable on Trent’s chair before attempting to wink at Lauren again. She just shook her head with a silly grin plastered on her face.

You laid next to Trent. You placed your head on his bare chest, your hand pressed next to it and draped your leg over him. He hummed at the contact. His arm wrapped around you pulling your body flush to his. His opposite arm began rubbing your thigh atop of him. You shut your eyes content with the moment being back in his arms. You nuzzled into him further, your hand on his chest drifting up to play with a bit of his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp simultaneously.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair again. You felt your heart explode. Feeling his hands on your skin while hearing that just about ruptured it. You picked up your head and rested your chin now on him looking up at his face. He squeezed your ass, hand coming to slip beneath the little material on it. He licked over his top lip slow and then his bottom. You felt your cheeks go warm. He pulled at the bikini, letting it snap back against your skin. “What is this?”

“A bathing suit.” You cooed, a little lost in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said rubbing his hand over your ass.

“Why not?” You cheekily asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Nah, nah, nah, you don’t get to play this game with me… I know you, baby.” The pet name pinged against your ear like it did the first time you met. Your heart skipped a beat hearing it roll off his tongue again.

“What!” You yelped as he pulled you abruptly to lay completely on top of him. Both his hands now kneading your ass intently.

“You haven’t even said you loved me today and you want me to let you tease me!?” He joked lost in his giggless a big smile across his face.

“I love you, T.” You sensually whispered bringing your face into his neck. Your body pressed into his, your tits gliding over him as you moved up to reach. You pressed soft wet kisses all over pulling a groan from him.

“Babyyy. Don’t do this to me.” He complained as you could feel him hardening beneath you.

“What?” You teased your words muffled into his skin as you continued to litter his neck with kisses

“Nah, enough.” He cooed, moving away from you and pressing a fat kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled at the affection and his lack of will power under you. You felt tired, lulled by the warm sun and your pretty boy beneath you, the smell of suncream and the sound of friends laughing. You were dozing in and out when a waiter came over.

“Mr. Alexander-Arnold, can we get you anything.” He politely asked, standing aside the lounger.

“Baby, you want anything?” Trent cooed pressing kisses onto your hair. You just shook your head no on his chest. “Okay…” he laughed at your sleepiness. “Erm.. no, we’re alright right now, thank you.” Trent confirmed to the waiter you didn’t need anything.

You had fallen asleep on top of Trent as the afternoon went on. He denied all the boys' requests to come play cards or go in the water. He just wanted you to be with him, safe. You started to wake up though when you heard a woman's voice.

“Erm… Hi… I’m just getting off work here and I wanted to come over and see if you wanted to take a shot with me.” She giggled. Trent lowered his sunglasses and looked at her confused. “It's silly, but you clearly look really bored with her so thought it would be fun. Liven up your day with me ” The girl stood there with a tray and two shots of a mystery liquor. Even if Trent was single he wouldn’t have accepted it and he certainly wouldn’t with you laying on top of him.

“Oh wow… I’m sorry but I’m alright. Thank you though.” He said emotionless with a blank stare. You didn’t care to look at the girl, you didn’t care to give him the benefit of the doubt, you jumped immediately to the conclusion that Trent was entertaining the women, your ears began ringing unable to hear anything after ‘oh wow.’ You were furious waiting for the her to leave so you could get the fuck off him. She left and you pushed your hand down on his chest to lift yourself up. The suddenness of your movement had Trent in shock but he grabbed your wrist before you could get enough strength to pull yourself off.

“Let go...” you harshly whispered. His grip only tightened on you.

“No. Where you going?” He spoke at a normal volume with a serious look taking over his face.

“Are you fucking serious?” You broke out his hold getting off him. Trent wasn’t going to physically overpower you and fight on the beach so he let you get off without resistance and just followed you calmly. “Aye, c’mere, what the fuck is going on?” He asked, utterly confused.

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What’s going on is your mad at me still, I fucking get it but you don’t need to rub flirting with some girl while I. LAY. ON. TOP. OF. YOU. in my face.” You emphasized each word. Your perception of the situation was insane. Trent’s mouth gaped in shock. “You think I don’t deal with women throwing themselves at you enough?” Thank god no one was nearby hearing this delusion but you were exhausted and hungover, anything made sense.

“I said no to the shots? What are you on about?” Trent was baffled. He took a step towards you cautiously. You took a step away just as quickly.

“You didn’t exactly defend me though, did you?” You barked at him, annoyed that he let the girl call you boring as if you weren’t on top of him, your boyfriend, his hands on you, his girlfriend.

“Didn’t defend you? Are you fucking mad?” Trent was speaking at the same volume as you now. He punched a man out last night defending you. What were you talking about? He gripped onto both of your arms. “I can’t protect you how I want to. I’m sorry, I wish I could but I can’t. You are my whole world…” he sighed frustrated. Trent started to feel annoyance course through his veins though. Angry that you just said that. “I don’t let anything happen to you, do I? I can’t exactly do what I did last night now to a waitress on the beach who called you boring. She isn’t an old boyfriend calling you a whore? No?” He was pissed at this accusation. His eyes had a fire behind them you weren’t used to. His hands tightened around your arms, for a moment you got scared. You furrowed your brow confused at his rationale, shaking your head coming back to your rage.

“I get it… I do. You fucking entertained that girl to get back at me. I’m sorry about last night! I’m sorry, okay? But you’re not the most fucking reassuring person. You dealt with it once, someone talking about me. I deal with that shit every fucking day about you. Random women saying they slept with you while you were away. How the fuck do you think I feel T?” You voice quivered. “How am I supposed to think you love me, when you’re constantly linked with everyone but me and you don’t say a thing.” You whimpered. Your insecurities about the secrecy of your relationship were bubbling over. You shook your head again trying to regain your confidence. You pulled his hands off you and you started to walk away.

“You think I was going to stand there while someone treated you like that? You expected me to let that go? I punched the kid in the face” his confession shocked you.

“Wha…what?” You spat out completely surprised. Your brow furrowed more. You had no idea he hit Chase. It didn’t come up, no one had time to tell you. Your mind was racing. What did that mean? Why did he do it? What did he think now? Trent had a slight edge of more composure than you at this point so he took the reins. He grabbed at your wrist and dragged you quickly into a bathroom in a Cabana that was sat far back behind where you all were sitting on the beach. The door slamming closed behind you.

“What the fuck!” You yelped. His hands pushed your hips towards the sink counter. The cold marble protruded into your back.

“What do I not give to you? All the flights to be with me, the house, the holidays… god dammit, Y/N you’ve got a fucking car around your neck.” Referring to the Van Cleef he gave you when he asked to be his girlfriend. He was trying to make a point that you were about to completely misread.

“It isn’t about the money! Jesus… is that what I am? Like I’m someone you think you pay to be with? That I use you for that? You think that little of me? You can have it all back! I don’t fucking care give it to the next random girl begging for you!” You winced hearing the words leave your mouth. You didn’t mean it like that, like he used money to have people. You felt emotion pooling behind your eyes. You let out a defeated breath. “It’s not about the fucking money.”

“It is, though! I worked so fucking hard for this shit and I give all of it to you. Obviously that’s not what I think of you but I fucking work hard for you, for us, for this. Not for some random girl, you. Only you.” He wanted to shake you. He wanted to get you to understand it wasn’t about the price but the sentiment that he was willing to do anything to make you happy, to have you happy by his side. You could see a little bit of a glaze coming over his eyes. You knew he wouldn’t cry but he clearly was emotional yelling at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to that girl but she’s not worth my breath. I always reassure you, I always take care of you, don’t I? Not just with this…” His fingers hooked under the necklace cause your breath to hitch. You were closer to him now. His face looked so broken that you thought he felt that way. You couldn’t look at him anymore though because you thought you’d cry when he snapped at you again. His hand came and grabbed your cheeks pushing them together with one hand. “What’s not enough? It’s my entire life and I give it all to you.” You squeezed your eyes tight trying harder not to cry. “Don’t fucking cry right now…” he threatened a little bit dropping his hands from your face. It wasn’t fair if he had to take care of you right now and he knew he’d cave if you started crying. He was upset, he wanted to be upset, he deserved to be upset.

“T…” you blubbered holding back the tears.

“You think I’m entertaining random woman when I fucking have you? Jesus Christ when you’re mine. You’re mine!” He yelled. His eyes burned over your skin. Your back pressed further against the sink. “We’ve been talking about starting a fucking family together and you’re telling me that… that I don’t love you enough?” He thought the tears actually might start to run down his face. You saw the tears build on his lash line but his lips came crashing into yours first.

“What are you…” you tried to speak but he cut you off pulling his lips away for a moment to speak.

“Shut up…” he said harshly, pressing his lips back against yours desperately. “This bikini is fucking ridiculous” he barked in between kisses untying the top of your swim suit. You gasped at your sudden exposure then couldn’t help but moan when his hands came to caress your tits.

“T…” you whined leaning back further, pushing your chest out for him to play with you more while he followed your mouth back, passionately kissing you.

“I fucking love you what don’t you understand about that” he grunted moving his kisses to your jaw, over it, working down your neck towards your collarbone dillegently. He sucked on a sensitive spot, bitting a little with his teeth pulling at your skin. You hissed at the pain and then melted into pleasure as he continued sucking over the spot soothing it with his tongue. He placed a few more harsh bites on you leaving behind marks as your eyes rolled back in pleasure feeling his perfect lips. Trent moved over your body in what felt like slow motion as he reached your tits. He sucked on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue. You could barely think straight. All you could hear was heavy breathing, moans, and the sound of his lips on your skin.

“Fuck, I do… I do understand- ah. I promise baby.” Your hands finally making way to eagerly pull at his swimsuit. He pulled away momentarily to help you take his shorts off. He pulled the other string of your top harshly simultaneously. You ran your hands slowly dragging your nails over his chest, down his abs, and atop his v-line. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Get this off.” He moaned. You watched the bikini drop to the floor. His hands dragged your bottoms off too. His lips started kissing yours passionately again when your hand wrapped around his cock and began moving up and down his shaft with some of your spit. He sucked in a short breath when your thumb pressed atop the slit, rubbing it combining the precum he had leaked with your saliva. “Tell me you’re mine.” He harshly commanded you pulling away from the kiss, his lips quickly working down your body again. You barely had time before he was at your core.

“I… I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasped as his fingers parted your folds and his tongue followed in their wake. He moved swiftly and aggressively. He hummed and the vibrations made the knot in your stomach tighten almost immediately. Soft moans came out while he worked his tongue around your clit as he sucked it. “Oh my fucking god, T, feels s..so good.” You just about yelled when two of his fingers slid effortlessly into you. He didn’t waste any time rapidly drilling in and out of you with them. You could hear your slickness.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, yeah?” He cooed before his mouth returned to your pussy. He was deeply and messily eating you out, inhaling loudly through his nose.

“Only you. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shi-shit I’m gonna cum. I can’t, ah, I can’t.” You cried squeezing your eyes shut when you felt white hot pleasure course through you. Your legs twitching in pleasure.

“Just like that, baby. Only for me.” He spoke into you as he continued lapping up your slick arousal that was starting to drip down his chin

"T" You whined, your hands grabbing for him, pulling him up to you, overstimulation starting to come over you as he continued his movements. You were begging for him to fuck you. “Want you to fuck me”

He stood up, his big dark brown eyes looking into yours made your heart skip a beat. He smelled like summer, he looked beautifully golden, his perfect lips curled into a conniving smile before he spoke.

“Yeah? My baby wants me to fuck her?” His smile grew. “Tell me you know I love you, you know I give you everything, you know I want…” he paused looking down between you for a moment. . “I want a baby with you.” He flicked his eyes up at you. He could see your face soften at the comment. You gently closed your eyes for a moment. His words started out so crass but they ended so sweet. He came closer to you sliding his hands around your body. Your chest still heaving from your orgasm.

“I… I…” you stuttered, starting to get nervous. His thumb stroked over your skin calming you. It was like the world paused for a moment for you to catch up. “I want a baby with you too.” You softly panted. You could feel the warmness between your bodies just centimeters apart. “Please.” The grip he had on your waist suddenly became so rough and sensual.

“Turn around.” He whispered. You listened and turned around. He pressed his body against yours behind you. You looked in the mirror at your naked body being caressed by his big hands while he placed kisses along your back, your shoulder, and then up your neck coming to your ear. “Wanna be a good girl and bend over for me.?” The cheek behind the smile on this boy's face was insane. Like every moment in his life, he truly looked beautiful as his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. You felt your heart almost stop.

“I love you.” You whispered pushing your ass back on him leaning over onto the sink counter. You hummed feeling his hard cock against you..

“You want a baby with me? Huh?” He cooed. Your eyes looking up at him through the mirror as he looked down at you pumping his cock slowly with his hand. Dragging his tip leaking precum over your soaked pussy. Feeling him press his cock against your clit had you immediately whining.

“Uh huh…please” you moaned involuntarily closing your eyes as he buried himself all the way down to the hilt.

“Such a good girl f’me” you practically came from the pressure and his words alone. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight f’me.” He grunted, spreading your ass cheeks with both hands. He thrusted into you again as you clenched around him tightly. It was so fucking hot to hear him talk like this. Every time it managed to make you dizzy.

“Please, T, I’m yours. All yours please, make me all yours.” You were babbling as he pounded you from behind. He smoothly slipped his fingers in your mouth, stopping your words. You sucked on his fingers desperately dragging your tongue around them, split pooling in the corners of your mouth. He moaned at the sensation. He popped them out quick though and his wet hand racked down the front of you dipping to come play with your clit. You gasped and let out a filthy moan as he started to draw tight circles around it.

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to pay attention to you and not someone else. Wanted my fingers to play with your clit while I fuck you with my cock.” His thrusts were relentless now. Both of you were completely in your own world lost in pleasure climbing higher and higher together. Your moans growing more desperate. He grabbed your ass hard as wet slapping sounds filled the room. You whined practically drooling onto the counter. “Taking me so well, such a good girl.” That’s when he hit a spot that made you lose control of your body.

“Fffuck T. I’m cumming. Ffuck. I love you… I love the way you fuck me. Shit!” You moaned loudly. Another high crashing over you. You were a trembling mess pressing your hips back into him. Trent groaned, throwing his head back, digging his hands into the soft skin of your ass more. Your walls pulsated around him. You were dripping down your shaking legs.

“I know baby, I know. I know exactly what you need. Do I take good care of you? Tell me.. fuck.. tell me ba-baby.” He stuttered listening to you cum moaning as he slammed into harder. You dropped your head onto the cold marble overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you do, babyyy” you chanted, getting over stimulated again but you felt so good you didn’t want it to ever end. “Ah... fuck! You feel so fucking good.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You felt impossibly amazing.

“Gimme one more baby. I know you can. Cum with me, yeah? Cum with me, gonna fill up this pretty pussy.” You could only shake your head. Cacophonies of “oh my g-godddd” repeated. He thrusted three more times into you knocking all the air out of your lungs. He spilled into you. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuckk baby.” He grunted as you both felt him pulsing and spurting inside of you. Both of your releases oozing out of you. You both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths. He pulled your body off the sink counter up to him. He wrapped his arms around you so tightly. Your sweaty skin sticking together. The temperature in the atmosphere of the room was so humid. Your eyes stayed closed for a little, you were completely saturated with bliss. You could barely breathe but you had never felt better in your life.

“You okay, baby?” He whispered into your neck. He rested his head down on your shoulder, yours thrown back onto him. You could feel his chest rise and fall behind you. You took another deep breath before smiling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck” you moaned out silently. He laughed as his arms wrapped a little tighter around you rubbing your warm skin. “I love you, baby” you giggled, turning around against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your head before he pulled your chin up with his fingers. His eyes gazed into yours. You felt your hearts beat in sync.

“I want you forever.” His lips ghosted over yours. “I’m so in love with you. Don’t fucking ever think I’m not.” He turned you back around still wrapped in his arms and you both looked into the mirror at you tucked there. You smiled again as your flush cheeks warmed more. You rolled your head back leaning against him exposing more of your neck to him. “Fuck… you’re so beautiful, baby.” You started laughing finally coming back to reality. Seeing you naked in the mirror with the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen behind you was ridiculous. You couldn’t have possibly felt more in love with him in that moment when he bit your neck playfully ruining your moment.

“T! Owww!” You yelped. Squirming in his arms giggling. The big smile you loved splashed across his face. He laughed hearing you.

“Nahh, that didn’t hurt. C’mon” Pressing a smiley kiss over the spot he bit. “You know…” he dragged, pausing, kissing at your jaw.

“Yesss?” You smiled waiting for him, rubbing your hands over his arms. You snuggled your head back into him more. He laughed a little.

“I…” he got the first word out and started laughing, shaking his head.

“What silly boy?! Hmm?” You teased giggling. One of your hands let go of his arm and came up to caress his cheek behind you.

“I… I was saying… I can’t wait to make you a mummy, pretty girl.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek before nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck shyly feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“What you being shy for!” You joked in his accent mocking what he usually says to you.

“I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. C’mon.” He groaned, throwing his head feigning annoyance at you teasing him. “You're such a pain, baby… honestly.” Joking. He placed another kiss on your cheek before letting go of your body. He bent down and picked up your bikini. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but put this silly thing back on, yeah?” He cooed, giving you the little material.

“Thank you for taking care of me” you gave him a soft smile your eyes filled with appreciation as you slipped back on the bottoms and top before you asked him to tie the back for you.

“I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine, beautiful. All mine.” He whispered in your ear. You hummed

“Thank you for working so hard for us, giving me everything and more, being so selfless, being so kind, being so perfect… I love you, Trent… this is forever for me.” You placed kisses repeatedly on his lips.

“I know. Me too. Gonna give you absolutely everything, baby… forever.” He kissed your lips with a smile. “C’mon” he pulled you in front of him and pushed you towards the door. When you grabbed at the handle he pressed his body to your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Everything forever huh?” You cooed teasing with a little giggle, tilting your head back at him. You opened the door and walked out into the blinding sunlight, Trent still attached to your body.

“Yeah, anything you want, pretty girl.” You walked across the hot sand with him continuing to whisper nonsense in your ear. You got back to the area and all the boys were in the water, Lauren laying on her stomach on a chair with her head turned to the side away from you two returning watching them.

“We’re okay?” You cooed looking up at Trent.

“We were never not, always love you… no matter what. You're mine right, baby?” He spoke looking into your eyes, his hands caressing your hips. You looked down watching his big hands move over you when you noticed the bruising on one across his knuckles and little cuts on each.

“Your hand okay, T?” Your hand came and brushed over his. “Does it hurt?”

“Ehh it’ll be fine” he made a face and shook his head trying to show that it didn’t bother him. You pouted looking back at him, making him laugh.

“If it does start, I can take care of you sometime.” You giggled as a sly smile came across your face

“Oh yeah? Might take you up on that.” He giggled a little as his lips got closer to you. His hands came around to hold your ass. He placed a perfect kiss on your lips that almost had you moaning again.

“I love you” you whispered. He echoed you before you told Trent to go in the water with the boys. You never wanted them to think you made him stay away or not hang out so you had an agenda to make sure on trips like this he wasn’t too glued to you. You watched the beautiful boy run in the sun towards a bunch of … almost… as pretty boys in the water. It was such a perfect sight.

“Erm, ew, you're like sticky” Lauren whined as you laid on top of her back. She cocked her head to the side to peer over her sunglasses to look at you. “Why are you sweaty right now?” She started laughing. You could feel her body shake from the sound beneath you.

“Well…” you started to giggle.

“Where were you…” Lauren raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun to make out your facial expression. “Ew! Get off me!” She burst out laughing as did you.

“Stop! You’re so dramatic, Lauren!” Wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“Ew! I mean I love T, I do really, but not enough to have you laying on me after he just fucked you, Y/N!!!!!” She yelled as her free hand reached up to slap at your side playfully on top of her.

“What would get on you? Relax!” you giggled happily turning your head to see the boys starting to get out of the water walking towards you two.

“I’m glad you’re laughing, wasn’t the case this morning.” She cooed pausing. “I’m assuming you two are okay if you… you know… just now.”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Fuck Chase but yeah, T and I are fine.” You softly smiled looking at him half bent over laughing about something with Jude

“Nope, not ever saying that name again. He is the new Voldemort. If he wasn’t before, he sure as hell is dead to me now. Don’t fuck with my friends. I’m glad T lit him up.” She spoke annoyed about Chase.

“Oh yeah... I had no idea that happened, I just found out from him. What the fuck went on? Do you know?” You asked intrigued to get her side of the story. She babbled away recalling last night's events. She didn’t really have many actual facts about their conversation. Obviously she wasn’t there when that happened so she relayed what she had heard from Jude now including her opinions and interpretations on the exchange.

“Honestlyyyy…” Marcel’s friend groaned as the boys got closer to where you were laying with Lauren. He shook his head trying not to look at you two on top of each other in an attempt to keep his mind from running wild.

“They do it on purpose. Have to.” Toby said in the same tone rubbing his hands over his head. Your ass was perfectly round, barely covered on display, your tits pressed to Lauren’s back squished defining the word side boob, your skin looking incredibly smooth, moisturized with suncream reflecting in the sun.

“Yeah… they’re fit” Jobe said

“Jobe..” Jude said disapprovingly but then couldn’t hold in a loud laugh.

“Nah mate, you can’t look at my girl like that.” Trent laughed, covering Jobe's eyes dramatically. Wrapping his arms around him aggressively, toppling his body over with his. The boys all came back and laid dramatically on their chairs, towels, being loud, laughing, throwing things, the usual chaos that ensues when they congregate in any area. It wasn’t lost on you though that someone… had not gone back to their seat yet. You furrowed your brow a little confused and wet to peel yourself off Lauren but before you could you were plucked off her. Trent had grabbed you by your waist picking you abruptly. Your back pressed to his chest as your legs tried to kick loose.

“Sand! Sand! Sand!” You yelped “Ah ick! You’re wet and sandy! T, nooooo!” You yelled muddied in giggles.

“C’mon! You’re coming with me, yeah?” He said aloud, carrying you still. He eventually put you down and you turned around and slapped both your hands against his chest.

“That was… I’m all sandy now…” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, baby.” He said incredibly insincere with a big cheeky smile on his face. He wasn’t sorry at all. He enjoyed the whole thing from start to finish. You weren’t actually upset but you didn’t love that your whole back was now wet and sandy thanks to him. “I’ll make it up to you.” You just rolled your eyes with a smile as you tried to reach behind you to brush some of the sand off.

“Are we actually going somewhere?” You cooed standing close to him now using your towel to clean yourself up.

“Yeah, I need you to take care of me, you promised you would.” He said with a sly grin recalling your suggestive comment earlier. You just nodded and started to gather your stuff. Trent came over and laced his hand with yours. You didn’t bother with your dress again so you looked up at him ready to go just in your skimpy bikini. “You’re staying just like that f’me” Trent cooed pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Mmkay. Have plans?” You asked with a big smile. He just winked at you and your heart skipped a beat. Even after dating for so long he still flirted with you and made you giddy. It was the best feeling.

“We’re gonna head back for a little, not sure if we’ll come back down… erm text us or something when you decide dinner.” Trent said to the group swinging your hand in his back and forth, taking your bag out of your other hand for him to carry.

“So they’re all good now I guess..” Marcel said, shaking his head watching you and Trent start to walk back up the beach.

“They fucked before Trent met you in the water so I’d say so.” Lauren cooed not looking at the boys, smiling following your path.

“Well that’s nice. Glad to now know that lovely bit of information, Lauren. Happy he could make the time for us” George chuckled sarcastically. “Not a shot they’re coming back before dinner” rolling his eyes.

“Alright, cool. Have fun! Be safe!” Jude yelled out for you to hear, laughing at his own remark.

“They’re definitely all good.” Toby joined in with a mischievous grin on his face. The boys were all very well aware of what you two were going back for.

“That’s nice.” Jobe said genuinely, blissfully in ignorance.

You nuzzled into Trent giggling while he whispered in your ear all the ‘plans’ he had for you two when you got home.

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softboo · 9 months ago

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love me, ever so gently - part III

pairing: austin x reader

summary: you recently moved to a new apartment, making some new eccentric friends along the way. but what you didn't expect was falling in love with a stranger. a stranger you somehow couldn't stop thinking about

words: 2.3k

warning: depictions of alcohol, dark themes of domestic abuse in relationships, *minors please don't interact*

author's note: hii here's part III of the story!! this one was a lot of fun to make omg and it wasn't even supposed to go this way at all... it kinda just happened lmfaoo. i'm already writing the next part heh. but yeah, it truly means the world to me that you guys read these stories. like it really warms my heart, so thank you. hope you enjoy <3

previous part // next part

part III

"he's being abused cassie," you wanted to be straightforward on the topic, especially with how delicate the issue was. you thought she would say something, but she paused. like the weight of your words were slowly sinking in. the realization and the possibility landing right in front of her.

you were just afraid she wouldn't see it.

and she didn't.

"sweetie, what makes you say that? he seems fine."

for the past few weeks, austin started attending more events. the cooking class being one of his favorites. you no longer sat with him anymore, feeling awkward every time you spoke to each other. the silence became so deafening that you soon changed partners. but a part of you always seemed to wonder how he was doing. if he had any new bruises. if he was still healing from past injuries. if his pain was still there.

and if he was genuinely okay.

from someone who knew nothing, like the rest of your friends, he seemed to be doing amazing. and he was pretty good at keeping that front up.

maybe he found a way to put his guard up even more after you.

you all were spending dinner in the kitchen; evelyn taking her proper position as cook, insisting on making everything by scratch. it took a long time to convince her that george was there to help and when she did accept, he never left her side. making sure she had every ingredient ready.

he genuinely looked like he was a cook working for the head chef, but you and cassandra both knew he was mainly doing it for the food.

"i promise you cassie, he's not okay."

"if he wasn't okay dear, then why is he coming here to spend dinner with us?"

your eyes widened at the news, which made cassandra smile.

"you invited him?" panic started to rise up to your throat, "but why?"

"george invited him because his girlfriend is out of town for two weeks. he's going to be alone and no one deserves to be alone at a time like this."

you gritted your teeth, the thought of seeing him again after so long and now he was spending dinner with your friends made you feel slightly uncomfortable by the idea. not because you didn't want to see him, but moreso because your heart was so desperate to talk to him again.

"cassie, his girlfriend is the problem. he's probably so excited that she's gone, which is why he's attending more events."

"my love, listen to me." she took your hands from across the table, eyeing you with such intent and comfort that she let out a sigh.

"you know why i don't believe you?"

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing where she was going with this.

"because i know how you feel about him," she waited for your reaction, but all you did was blink at her. "let's say this is true, the girlfriend is an abuser, then what?"

"then we help him right?"

"sure dear, but you need to ask yourself if you're doing that because you care about him or because you like him."

you bit your lip. why did there have to be a difference? you can care about someone right?

"and if it's the latter, you need to wait and see if he'll reach out to you. because again, he is taken."

that last part stung because it was true. some little part of your heart thought that maybe, just maybe, if he left his girlfriend, you could come in and be everything he deserved.

but it wasn't that easy. and he wasn't single.

"elvis my boy!! elvis is in the building!!" george exclaimed as austin arrived, wearing a black suit blazer. his blonde hair was styled in a way that looked messy, but accentuated his curls. and his eyes had oceans again, overflowing with life.

but what got you was his smile. he looked genuinely happy, embracing george into a tight hug. something george wasn't used to since he was always the one initiating, but he was all for it.

and for the first time, you doubted yourself and your theory. maybe cassandra was right.

maybe he really was okay.

austin went around to evelyn, who soon grew fond of him as her little cooking mentee. austin learning dinner dishes to desserts from all the classes he attended.

"the food smells lovely evelyn," his lower tone enveloped your heart and you hated how much he really did affect you. evelyn thanked him for his kind compliment.

"austin come and sit, the table is already made." cassandra offered the chair next to you and you panicked once more.

"hi again," his voice was smooth as he maneuvered his way around you to sit at the chair on your left. something about his tone and the way he held himself now felt like he was a stranger to you. like the guy you met before wasn't him at all.

or maybe a part of you saw him as broken and thought that you could be the one to fix him.

but your heart still stuck to that possibility. that this was all a front somehow. but you had no real reason to follow that thought. all you had was that pull on your heart.

"i like your suit," you gave him a weak smile as he thanked you kindly, pressing against the little wrinkled areas and loosening his jacket and tie.

"i just came back from dropping my girlfriend off at the airport so... i'm all yours for two weeks." he exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. your heart fluttered when he said that, but you knew it wasn't what he really meant.

evelyn and george placed the food on the table, a beautiful dinner feast for all of you. cassandra followed suit with the rest of the desserts as george popped up from his chair, running to get something.

"we forgot the wine!" he screamed from the hallway, hobbling back with two bottles. he eagerly poured an outrageous amount of wine in everyone's glass, left standing to offer a toast.

"to our new friend elvis," his toothy grin wide and proud as everyone raised their glass too. austin getting flustered as he tried to turn down the compliment, but evelyn insisted.

"and to my first cooking mentee, who i am so proud of," evelyn added, squeezing austin's cheeks. he laughed and you weren't sure why that sound hurt you.

you were the last to raise your glass as everyone cheered.

something about him being a part of the group should be celebrated, but you didn't know why it felt so painful. why him being a part of your life was hurting you.

or why him being happy killed you.

maybe because you wanted to be a part of that in his life, but knowing you couldn't be.

by the time you were done flooding yourself with all your conflicting thoughts, the dinner ended and all that was left was the chocolate cake in the center of the table. and you, picking at the icing with your fork.

you didn't remember anyone saying goodbye though, which made you feel even worse. you weren't exactly sure how much wine you drank either, considering your glass was empty. but you could've sworn it was full just a few minutes ago.

and then you saw him, coming back to your table. his blazer long gone and just his white dress shirt underneath. he looked disheveled but in a good way. something that showed he had a good time with his friends, which he did. he just wasn't sure if he remembered all of it.

"you want to bring the cake upstairs?" his voice felt like a blanket around you.

you looked at him with such confusion because... why would a kitchen have an upstairs?

"upstairs? why am i going upstairs?"

"because you need to go to bed."

"but i don't want to go to your apartment."

and his cheeks flushed red at your firm decision, feeling suddenly embarrassed for what you assumed. he did offer his arms for you to hold onto though, but you were hesitant to take it.

"i'm taking you back to your bed."

you sat there quietly, like you were debating whether or not to trust him. but you couldn't feel your legs so you had no other choice. and he smiled at you as you sat there and contemplated.

it wasn't long until he made the first move, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you up while the other hand made sure you draped your arm around his shoulder. it felt like you were floating off the ground, either you were so far gone now or he was a lot taller than you thought.

when you reached the elevator, he struggled with keeping you upright, multiple failed attempts along the way of you falling forward, which made him almost lose his balance. it was like trying to walk without knowing where to go and not feeling the ground beneath you.

austin finally made it to your door as he tried to fumble through your bag for your key, while you nodded off for a split second. he kept one hand on your head, placing you as close to his chest as possible so you wouldn't fall over again, which made you blush immensely. your arms limply fell around his neck and he didn't mind at all, not even reacting to the way you fit right into the crook of his neck. your face surrounded by the smell of his cologne and little wavy pieces of his hair. you wished you could stay here forever.

"you smell really nice austin..." your words slurring with wine in your breathe. "can i have your cologne?"

"of course you can."

he couldn't help but laugh, which felt like a sympathy in your ears.

he finally found your key, opening the door for you. he slowly let you move first as he followed suit, trying to hold on to the sliver of soberness he had left in him.

it wasn't until you saw your living room that you excitedly left the comfort of his arms and screamed at your furniture.

"oh my gosh... YOU HAVE THE SAME APARTMENT AS ME!!" you squealed, turning back around to pull him into a hug, almost knocking him back outside. he held you for a moment, convincing himself that this was the alcohol talking.

this was just the wine.

"we're in your apartment love," he remarked and you let go all of a sudden and he felt the emptiness with it.

"oh."

your voice sounded so heartbroken that he almost felt bad for smiling at you.

"then why are you in my apartment?"

"because i need to make sure you get to bed okay." the alcohol still wavering a bit in his balance as he tried to maneuver you towards what he assumed was your bedroom. and he assumed correctly.

"i can do it on my own." you protested, finding your bed covers. you felt the softness of your blanket before you collapsed onto the bed, letting out a long awaited sigh. your eyes closed as you tried to ignore him. him and your overly excited heart.

"do you want to change first?"

you perked your head up and suddenly felt the room spinning. you were adament in saying yes, but you couldn't move your legs again.

"go away. i can do it by myself." you whined, slowly getting up and then collapsing on the floor, giggling.

austin just looked at you, holding in a laugh. you tried to push him out of your room and it actually worked, but only because he fell over outside.

"and you stay outside until i'm done." you ordered, your voice stern but slurred.

getting dressed drunk was probably one of the most difficult tasks you had to do at this very moment. and you haven't drank like this since college so you were mixing which part of your shirt was meant for your arm and your head.

by the time you finally had yourself dressed, you opened the door to see austin lying on the ground. his eyes closed, sound asleep.

"austin..." you whispered, crouching over him. the alcohol making you see double for a moment before using the floor to ground you. "austin, you can't sleep here."

he fluttered his eyes open as he gazed back at you. oceans engulfing you in endless waves. his hair all messy now as he just looked at you with such intrigue. it was so inviting.

he was so inviting.

you could've done anything, but you couldn't. you knew you couldn't.

but he was just laying there, gazing up at you like he's never seen you before. like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

you wanted to caress his cheek, play with his hair, tell him he could stay.

but you couldn't.

it broke your heart that you couldn't have him. that he was with someone else.

you mustered enough courage, enough strength for the both of you, and whispered ever so softly to him.

"thank you for taking care of me..." your words blending into each other, feeling as if you were so far away from him.

and without thinking, you let your hand fall on his cheek, moving the little strands of hair that fell onto his face. like it was something natural that you've done for years.

and he closed his eyes to your touch.

you started to tear up, pulling everything you had left in you just to smile at him. that somehow he needed reassurance for your heartbreak.

"your girlfriend is so unbelievably lucky to have you austin," your voice breaking at the end, wanting to so desperately do something. do anything.

but all you did was collapse on the floor next to him, your body feeling limp from all the alcohol. he hardly moved from where he was, your words sinking slowly into his chest.

the weight of everything settling into him.

and for the first time, you were the reason why his oceans went dry.

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shadowbriar · 2 years ago

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George Fabian Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♡ Overtime: Inspired by Overtime by Seafret. George gathers the courage to confess to the Gryffindor Head Girl who always seemed to have a handful heart.

♤♡ Never Walk Away Again: Inspired by Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5. She knew that she’s playing with fire from the beginning, but his demeanour has poured nothing but gasoline and now she’s the only one burning in flame as he watches on the side.

♡ Mother Knows Best: The Weasley family dinner might not just be another gathering this time as Molly Weasley invited his long lost lover. Set after the Great War. Fred is very much alive.

♡♛Pretend Boyfriend: “Well, since you don't have anyone you want to go with and that I need someone to shield me from these boys, would you please be my pretend boyfriend?” George deals with his feelings as he falls deeper for her in their fake relationship.

♤♡ Soul Bound: The old grimoire was wide open for her to read. Truth be told, she never thought she would ever need to open the grimoire. But desperate time calls for desperate measures and that’s certainly what she is right now.

♤♡♛Delicate [Requested]: Insecurity and misunderstanding led the boy to ask the wrong girl for the Yule Ball.

♤ Starcrossed: George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader George comes to the realisation that sometimes, somethings are destined to end.

♤♡ One Day [Request]: Being the centre of attention all of their lives has made the two crave for privacy and tranquillity more than anything, but would solitude be a good enough reason to keep their relationship secret?

♤♡ Loved and Lost You [Requested]: Fake dating gone wrong when she realises that her silly idea to help the Hufflepuff boy costs her his bestfriend.

♤♡ Nothing’s Gonna Hut You Baby: The war took something from everyone and it certainly took a big part away from George Weasley.

♤ Vitalum Vitalis: Balancing the scales of life and death is never close to the word safe, but what else could she do when he’s losing his other half?

Series

♤ Reignite: One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again.

♤ Ember: This story is part II of Reignite. He crawls back to the past, trying to salvage whatever is left of them. But one could only try so much before their heart yields and cave in defeat.

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finniestoncrane · 4 months ago

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KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.5k it was inevitable that this would consume me the moment it was brought up, so please enjoy some subby boomer being teased. he has to stay very still, or the little bell on his bellend will earn him a punishment u-u💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: genital piercing, teasing, punishment, humiliation, grinding, stripping, praise kink

"It looks very cute, Dig. If it wasn't going to make so much noise, I'd suggest you keep it on at all times."

"I would like you to know that I am holding back the urge to make a joke about a bellend right now."

You smiled at him, supressing your laughter, not wanting to encourage him.

George removed his hands from his cock, satisfied that the small bell he'd attached to the piercing on the underside of his tip was secure enough. With a flourish of his hands, he showed it off, grinning wide at you. The idea was yours, and he still wasn't quite sure of the intentions behind the decoration. But anything that involved you and his cock was worth the risk of the unknown.

Patiently, like the surprisingly well-behaved boy he was deep down, George waited for your instructions. There had to be a catch to this, something sinister in your plans, and although there was a little bit of nerves fluttering in his stomach, it was mostly excitement that had him on edge.

"Now... I know how desperate you are, and I am fully willing to let you do anything you want to me..."

In the pause, you noticed George was nodding feverishly, eyes wide open and tongue almost hanging out of his mouth like an excited dog as you spoke.

"... but you need to do something for me first. A challenge, if you will."

"Anything for you, love."

He winked and clicked his tongue, the sleazy smile widening across his face making your stomach coil up, arousal spreading through your body and warming you to the core.

"I want you to show some restraint."

"Re...straint?"

You laughed as he pretended not to recognise the word, but it wasn't far off from the true extent of his knowledge of the concept. Digger was a rampant fucker, feral, wild, like an untamed animal. When he wanted to rut, he would. It was rare to not have him grinding or humping against you out of lustful need, so the idea of him actively showing some self-control was appealing to you. A tease. A true show of his desires.

"Restraint, yes. If you can keep that little bell as quiet as possible then-"

He interrupted you, wiggling his hips so his semi-erect cock shifted from side to side, the bell tingling as he moved.

"Yeah... if you can keep that silent, then you'll get a reward. But you have to keep it very, very quiet."

"Piece of cake, love!"

He moved himself towards the sofa, settling down and spreading his arms along the back of it, watching you with a smug grin. But the longer you stared back, the more your smile contorted into something cruel, he realised he must have been missing something. Surely, it couldn't be as easy as that. Staying completely still would keep the bell from ringing, yeah, but there had to be-

His thoughts were halted, all reasonable logic and capabilities of lateral thinking gone as he watched you begin undressing. He wasn't worried about the bell now, or the challenge. he'd forgotten all about them, to be honest. It was almost immediate, the moment more of your skin was exposed, he forgot who he was, where he was, and what he was supposed to be doing.

But then, as you stepped out of your pants and lifted your shirt up, standing only in your bra and panties, he felt a stirring. A jolt from his abdomen to his crotch, the shaft of his cock swelling, veins pulsing, and then the tip twitching.

Then the little ring.

"Tut, tut, tut. Oh dear, George. That was quick. You've failed already. That's five minutes less of your reward."

His lip quivered, pouting out in disappointment. He didn't even know what the reward was, but he was heartbroken to learn that he was going to get less of whatever was coming to him.

"And it means that I get to punish you."

"I just felt my heart drop out of my arsehole, babe."

You'd produced a little riding crop. Nothing too big and scary, enough to leave a little welt on his skin where you decided to strike him. George could tolerate a substantial amount of pain. It was the embarrassment of whimpering that got to him, arousing and shameful. Which meant it would be even more difficult to keep the bell quiet, if every time you whipped him, his cock got stiffer.

The first strike against his thigh made him bite down hard on his lip, a pained but sultry whimper catching in his throat. Impressively, he managed to keep still. So you stepped it up a little bit, sitting down next to him on the couch and forgiving him the slight jingle as your weight moved him. Your fingers danced over his chest, tracing over the tattooed wings of the dove in the center, your head leaning in to rest against him, hearing his heart beating slightly faster than normal.

The affectionate kiss you placed against his skin was instinctual, not a part of your efforts to have him hot and bothered, but it had the same effect all the same. His heartbeat quickened, the gentle affection, the way your lips grazed over his nipple as you stretched them out to plant the peck on him, even that had him straining to keep his little decoration silent.

It wasn't enough though, clearly. He was managing to keep himself under control. And you couldn't have that.

There was a gentle tinkling as you stood up again, moving yourself in front of the sofa, George's eyes trained on you as you moved. His attention was only broken away as he followed the riding crop fall to the ground as you tossed it from you, requiring both hands for the next step.

You removed your bra, surprised by the silence when your top half was completely exposed. In fact, you would have to admit it was a little disappointing that seeing your tits hadn't aroused any kind of reaction from him. He was clearly trying his hardest now, but you knew you could get to him.

Sliding out of your panties, you turned around quickly before he could get a good look at you. But, in a move you could only describe as cruel, you bent over to retrieve the crop you had thrown to the ground, legs pressed tight together, your cunt visible between them, on display for him.

Still, there was very little noise. You could hear him choking on caught breath, however. And when you turned, body fully naked and facing him, you could see the veins in his neck protruding slightly with exertion.

"How much effort is it taking you to stop that monster from twitching, huh?"

The bell jingled, a tell tale sign that you were getting to him. The compliment was too good. Stroking his ego, a little bit of flattery to add to the painful teasing.

"Stand up so I can see you. I want to get a better look at it."

As he moved, the bell rang, continuing even after he was standing still, his completely erect cock bouncing and settling.

"That doesn't count, by the way!"

His attitude needed to be corrected, so you brought the crop down against his shaft, not too hard, but enough to sting, the accompanying tinkling sound so sweet in your ears.

"This is so fuckin embarrassing, babe. You couldn't have picked a bell with a manlier ring? I feel like a little lap dog."

"Aw, you are like a little puppy with a bell on his collar. A cute little tinkle for a cute little boy, huh?"

He was blushing, cheeks red from the embarrassment, but you could see that he was enjoying it. Precum had begun to seep from his head, a drip of it travelling down and collecting on the metal of his piercing and the curve of the bell.

"That'll dampen the sound, can't have that."

You reached down, running a finger over the surface of the bell, letting it drag slowly up across his tip before you brought it to your lips and licked it clean. George shuddered slightly, cringing when the bell rang once more. It pulled at your softer feelings for him, your sympathy for how desperate he was outweighing how badly you wanted to see him suffer.

"You're doing surprisingly well, George. And I am sorry for being such a tease, but it's just so cute to see you so flustered."

As you ran your fingers through his hair, you could hear a faint tinkling, realising that just praise along, sweet words for only him, were enough to turn him on. So you decided to let him off the hook.

"Ok, I'm going to end up with tinnitus at this rate, you've been a good enough boy."

The bell rang again, silenced by your palm as you took his length in your fist and tugged slightly, leading him through to the bedroom.

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

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Little Kipps (part two)

The date.

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Warnings: swearing, implied self-dislike

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Lockwood was shitting himself.

Not literally, of course, but he might as well be.

Today he was going on a date, with Y/n Kipps, and he had no idea what to do. She was so effortlessly gorgeous and wonderful and everything else, and he was... well, him. He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to get her to agree to a date with him, and he had no idea why she was interested in him, but he wasn't going to let her go now that he had a chance.

A knock on his bedroom door startled him, and he heard Lucy's voice from the other side. "Lockwood? You alright? She'll be here in a minute."

"Yeah, I'm alright," he replied, feeling anything but. He shrugged on his jacket and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

"You sure? 'Cause you look like shit," Lucy said, eyebrows raised. George appeared, minus his trousers, and promptly agreed with her.

"You sure you wanna go in that? You wear a suit every day, Lockwood."

"It's this or hoodies and comfy trousers, so yes, I'm sure."

"Nope. Come on," Lucy grabbed his arm, dragging him back into his room, then asked where he kept his clothes that weren't suits. Pointing to the chest of drawers, Lockwood sighed.

"She's going to turn up and I won't be dressed, Luce." He yelped as she chucked some clothes his way, barely registering them in time before they hit his face.

"Put these on, then come downstairs. If she turns up, I'll say you're taking a huge shit."

"No, please don't do that," he said, panic lacing his tone. "I'm begging you, Lucy, don't do that."

"Alright, but get changing, Lockwood. I'm giving you five minutes to be ready before I send George in." With that, she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Lockwood stood in the middle of his room with his arms full of clothes.

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Y/n was running late, and it was all because she couldn't figure out what to wear. Normally she didn't have a problem with it, but for some reason today had been difficult for deciding which clothes would look best. She'd lied to her brother, of course, saying she was meeting up with some friends (conveniently not mentioning who the friends were), and he'd left her alone after that. She was grateful; it meant he didn't have to escort her to Portland Row, where he would definitely figure out that something was up.

She'd settled on jeans and a nice top, jacket slung over to protect her from the chill, and now she was pushing out of the taxi, handing over the money hurriedly as she checked her watch. Accepting the change, she thanked the driver and closed the door, running up the front steps of number 35. Immediately the door swung open, revealing a widely grinning Lucy Carlyle.

"Hi! Try not to look too closely at George, and Lockwood's just changing!"

"Why shouldn't I look too closely at George?"

"It's before 11 so he doesn't have trousers on," she chirped, opening the door further to invite Y/n in. "I told him to hide in his room so he didn't scar you for life, but I think he's making tea, so be careful."

"Who's scarring people for life?" George said, making Y/n avert her eyes quickly. He really wasn't wearing trousers, and his top was far too short for him to be wearing normal sized boxers either. "Oh, me. I keep telling you, Lucy, it's much more freeing like this. I sleep so much better. Hi Y/n."

"Hi, Georgie. How are you?" She was still studying the walls, trying desperately not to look at the boy in front of her.

"I'm good, thanks, you?" How was he able to hold a conversation like this?

"Yeah, yep. All good. Oh, did you have time to read my research before your case the other night?" George nodded, pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, it really helped us, actually. Especially that bit about the murder, although how you found that I would love to know, because I was sure there was something dodgy about that owner back in 1860 but I couldn't find anything. Tell me all your secrets, Y/n."

"Nope. I like having my secrets, then I know you'll still talk to me," she joked.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know I'd still talk to you even if you weren't useful!"

"I know," she replied, glad that the research she'd done had helped the agents, and that she had friends she could rely on here.

George smiled, waving goodbye, then made his way upstairs, and Y/n turned around when he got high enough up that she could see under his shirt. That image would be burned into her brain for a long time.

Another door opened then, up on the mini landing, and Y/n's breath caught when she saw Lockwood step out, black jeans and white top paired with a comfy looking hoody, bright pink socks poking out from the bottom of his trousers. "Oh, you're here!" His cheeks went almost the same colour as his socks as he came down the stairs, hands stuffed into his hoody pockets, and Y/n didn't think anything could be more adorable. "I'll just put my shoes on and then we can go," he smiled, and Y/n found herself smiling back. Lucy had slipped away at some point between George going upstairs and Lockwood coming down, and now it was just Y/n and Lockwood standing in the hallway together. He put on his long coat, then pulled open the front door, allowing Y/n to step through first. They headed down the steps and out the gate, and both were silent, stealing glances at the other every now and then.

"Where are we going?"

"Cafe I found a few years ago. There's a little bookshop in the corner too," Lockwood replied. They didn't talk for a few more minutes, and Y/n was wondering if there was something wrong with her and whether he actually wanted to go out with her.

Lockwood was having the same thoughts about himself, thinking that he was the one that was undateable, letting his arms swing gently by his sides while he thought. He gasped slightly when he felt his hand brush up against Y/n's, and took a leap. Reaching over slightly, he intertwined their fingers, relishing in the warmth he felt when she tightened her hold on him.

"Is this okay?" he asked quietly, looking over at her, a slight blush coming up his neck.

"Yeah, this is okay. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me, 'cause you weren't talking," she said, and Lockwood was taken aback.

"Something wrong with you? But you're... you're you! You're beautiful, and funny, and kind, and amazing, and beautiful- wait, I said that already, didn't I?" At her nod he continued. "Well, it's true, so I might as well say it twice. How could you ever think that there was something wrong with you? I thought I was the problem!"

"What?" She stared at him, shocked by the admission, then laughed, pausing on the pavement to clutch her sides as she did so. "We're ridiculous, aren't we? Can we agree that we're both wonderful and all the rest of it and actually talk?" She got shy at the end, unsure how he would react, so he clutched her hand tighter and nodded, smiling widely.

"Absolutely. And I do genuinely really like you, Y/n."

"I really like you too, Lockwood."

"Anthony." His mind hadn't caught up to his mouth by the time his first name had been spoken, and it took him a moment to register that he'd just invited her to call him by his first name.

"What?"

"Anthony. I'd rather... I'd rather you called me Anthony, not Lockwood. Everybody calls me Lockwood because I prefer that, but I want you to use Anthony." He'd gone bright red at the confession, but at Y/n's wide smile he felt more at ease.

"Okay, sure."

They had reached the cafe now, and he once again held the door open for her, following behind. Ordering their drinks and food at the counter, Lockwood told Y/n to find a table for the two of them, promising to bring their order over when it was ready.

"I can carry everything, I promise! That's what the trays are for!"

"Fine, but you let me know if you need help, alright?" He nodded, having no intention of actually doing that.

A few minutes later, he navigated his way to the back of the room, where predictably Y/n had picked a table close to the bookshelves and was browsing the titles. He placed the tray down, careful not to spill anything, smiling at the concentration on her face.

"Oh, hi!" She turned around on hearing his approach, and instantly was smiling at the sight of him, making his heart beat faster.

They spent the next two hours in the little cafe, talking about their childhoods and life as agents (George had been right, she was freelance), discussing jobs of all kinds and also their favourite things, such as books, music, plays, and the like. Lockwood was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he was sure that Y/n was too.

By the time they came to leave (which only happened because they were being kicked out), Y/n was wondering how she could convince Lockwood Anthony to continue their date, but before she could open her mouth to ask, he was talking.

"I've really enjoyed spending time with you, and if you like I could put the kettle on at home? Unless you're bored of tea because we just spent a couple of hours drinking multiple cups, in which case I can pop round Arif's to get something else if you want? Or-"

"Anthony, stop talking! Tea would be lovely, thank you," Y/n interrupted, laughing slightly at his rambling and pink ears.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll put the tea on- wait, no, I'll put the kettle on," he flushed even more red at the tiny mistake, pushing open the iron gate at the front of his house. Y/n hadn't even noticed that they were back at his place, having had too much fun talking to him on the way back and being wrapped up in his presence. She giggled, blushing herself when he stared at her, a soft smile on his face.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "You're just really pretty." Y/n blushed again.

"Oh. You're really pretty too, Anthony."

"Do I get a second date?"

"Absolutely. I'll let you have a third too if you like."

"How about a relationship?" Y/n beamed.

"I think I can accept that."

"Can I kiss you?" The question shocked her, but she nodded anyway, smile somehow growing wider on her face as she moved closer to him on the front step (not that there was much distance between them in the first place). He looked as nervous as she felt, leaning in and bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers. She had to push up on her toes a little to not be straining her neck, and his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady as he kissed her slowly and softly, exploring her lips with his. They kept going for a few minutes, pulling away every few seconds to get some air before diving back in, but when a voice loudly exclaimed "What the fuck?!" they quickly leapt apart, lips puffy and cheeks red.

"Shit," the couple swore under their breaths.

Quill Kipps was fuming.

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