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George Cooper Headcanons
[As a country/southerner, I had too.]
Very gentle and caring
He's a real charmer, but you don't fall for it
He is SOOOO down bad
Like the man has hearts in his eyes every time he sees you. He's so in love
He tries flirting with you multiple times, but it never lands
His brother embarrasses him. Not only because he's in the same grade as Cooper, but also because Sheldon told you Georgie had a crush on you
"Really? Wow... I couldn't tell."
"Are you being sarcastic? Because there's no way you couldn't tell, I mean it seemed pretty obvious, even to me."
"Shut up, Sheldon." Georgie warns, but Sheldon doesn't take him seriously
He's willing to do anything for you
Ask him to jump and he'll do it, no hesitation. Won't even ask how high, he'll just do it
If you're not in school, he'll ditch and go look for you
He doesn't know how to take care of a sick person, but he does try [For you]
He'll ask his mother [or meemaw] for advice, because you're not falling for his irresistible charm
He's a great listener
Any problem you're having, he's more than willing to listen to you
He's also a great shoulder to cry on
He'll hold you and whisper sweet nothings
"Shhh.. It's okay. Don't worry, sweetheart. It's okay."
You thought he was just some idiot [He is], but he's so much more
You hate when you do get a crush on him and deny it, because he's well... him. You don't want to have a crush on him
But, oh he's so sweet, especially to you. You can't help it.
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Sopping Wet
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poly!marauders x regulus black x remy (ratatouille) x stuart little x chicken little x gingy x winky x cat!snape x diego x buck x george cooper x dog!snape x macklemore x three blind mice
warnings: underage murder, heavy smut, bondage, murder, george cooper, threesomes, foursomes, probably fivesomes, degradation, furries, slavery, abuse, self-harm, men on men action, george cooper, loud noises, kink shaming probs, rat sucking, incest + more!
massive fun time!!
co-wrote with @mxilkyways
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It was a cool October night in the Hogwarts castle. Sirius, James, Lupin and Peter, who was currently in his animagus form, were cuddled underneath a blanket in front of the gryffindor fireplace. James was splayed in the middle of the couch, while Lupin had his head rested against James' broad shoulder. Sirius was lounged across his boyfriends laps, Remus' fingers running laps through his curly mess. Peter was perched on James' head.
"Jamie your shoulders are so tense, you've got to relax your muscles for the big game on saturday." Remus cooed, lifting his head from his shoulder. Remus moved his nimble fingers to the planes of James' back, eliciting a groan from the boy.
"I know a bit of cardio to get him loosened up" Sirius perked up from beneath the two.
It was late, so the common room was empty. Sirius smirked at his two boyfriends, clearly hinting as to what he was suggesting. In the silence that followed, electricity began to spark as Remus' quick hands pressed along James' chest, down to the hem of his shirt. James' breathing stopped.
Sirius sat up from his horizontal position and slowly moved to sit at James' side, resting his hand on his neck, applying pressure before reaching up through his thick curls to pick up Peter, who let out a tiny, but ever so cute squeak as he transferred him to the arm of the couch. Peter knew he could never participate, only watch.
As Remus moved to straddle James' lap, a groan from the portrait hole sounded, however it failed to capture the attention of the three boys who were too caught up in the heat of the moment. Slim, pale fingers grasped the edge of the portrait, prying it open, however the body suddenly stopped at the sight in front.
Remus was now kissing James' neck eagerly, feeling along his shoulders and arms as they relaxed. Sirius had one of Remus' hands in his grasp and was slowly leaving a trail of kisses up his arm, lifting his sleeve. After his momentary state of shock, Regulus swiftly made his way over to the couch, standing before them.
"Well well well, didn't think to invite me huh?" He said coyly, arms crossed.
"Reggie, what are you doing bro?" Sirius gasped, Remus hand slipping from his lustful grasp. The two other boys heard the mumble of words behind them, registering them to be Regulus however their minds were in too much of a haze to care. James cupped Sirius' chin and dragged his face so they locked eyes, "please Siri, i need you" he pleaded, moving his hand to his groin and exposing just how badly he needed him.
Sirius eyes rolled back, a failed attempt a hiding a moan tumbled from his lips which he had sucked between his teeth. He could no longer hold back. As his mouth moved to the nape of Lupin's neck, his eyes remained locked on Reggie. The scene caused a hot flush to run through the younger Black. Almost instinctively his own palm moved over the tent in his pants, mimicking the movement between the three marauders.
At the sight of him, Sirius grabbed ahold of Reggie's other hand and pulled him into the group, as they all quickly began to remove each other's layers of clothing. They were a mess of limbs on top of each other, as Regulus crawled back to the edge of the couch, where he sat, silently begging for his older brother to join him. Instead, Remus came to tend to him, as Sirius was busy exploring James' newly exposed muscles. Just as Remus towered over him, Reggie's breath was caught. Remus began eagerly exploring his body, travelling lower before his hand aggressively grasped the part of Regulus that was begging for attention. As he quickly tugged, Reggie cried out in pleasure, which then turned to a cry of embarrassment as Remy the rat emerged from his pubes, just as if he was underneath Linguini's hat. As Remus moved back, eyes wide in shock, the rat moved up to sit on Regulus' stomach.
"Did I cook or what?" Laughed Remy, flipping a wooden spoon in his tiny paw.
A small scream erupted from Lupin at the sudden visitor which caught the attention of both James and Sirius. At the sight of Remy, Sirius chuckled.
"Hell yeah you did lil bro!" Sirius dapped up Remy before enclosing his small body in his fist and placing his plush lips around the furry body, sucking on him with great vigour. Remy was reborn from Sirius' mouth with pop, now sopping wet. Sirius then moved toward him again and enveloped the front of the rat in a passionate lick, before throwing him against the wall with all the hate he could muster. Remy hit the wall with a wheeze that resembled a squeaky toy, before collapsing on the ground in a small, soppy heap on the floor.
"What in gods name did you do?!" Reggie cried.
"What? I was done with him. Tasted good though." Sirius muttered nonchalantly.
"Sirius that was kinda fudged up." James said, staring at the small lump with slight indifference along with the others.
At that moment the boys heard the vicious roar of an engine in the distance, before a miniature fluorescent green quadbike broke through the portrait door, leaving a gaping hole, similar to Reggie's that still yearned for a filling. It roared across the floor and did a few donuts before coming to a screaming halt near the soaking wet lump. As the motion slowed, the boys recognised the daring driver as Stuart Little. He hopped out and went to pick up his old friend, wordless. The domestic mouse hurled the unconscious cook in the back of his car, before the engine roared to life and he sped off, a little too fast.
On the road up ahead Chicken Little slowly trudged across the road, disappointed from his recent loss in baseball which resulted in a beating from his dad. Sirius and Regulus knew the feeling. As Stuart saw him, he couldn't hit the brakes in time, instead hitting the depressed chicken full force.
Chicken Little exploded into minced meat, his feathers and limbs spraying the walls with his remains.
His intestines had slid down both the rats throats, which spurred the unconscious one to life. They both immediately began to gag, which the boys on the couch liked. Remus quickly ran into action, using a spell to pull the intestines back up their throats. After that shock the rats could finally look at the scene.
Peter took this chance to finally run wild with his pack. Using Sirius’ head as a leaping pad, he launched off to catapult himself into the back of the quad bike.
“Sayonara bitches!”
Stuart Little panicked - he couldn't go back to prison, not after what he did to Snowbell - so instead, he sped off with Remy's unconscious body.
Now, as the crime scene lay abandoned, a singular foot of Chicken Littles rested by the portrait of the common room. Suddenly a big beefy hand reached down and grabbed the foot.
"Aye, free KFC. Who would leave this laying around?" The sexy southern accent cooed. "Winky! Carry this foot for me, you useless elf"
"Yes master Cooper" Winky cried.
The three marauders watched in shock at the events that just unfolded in front of them. Mr Cooper and Winky trudged past, paying them no mind. Sirius turned to gawk at Regulus and his 2 boyfriends, however instead of finding them in disbelief - he noticed they were still turned on.
Mr Cooper went and settled himself on one of the plush armchairs, as Winky assumed her position on the floor. After a moment of stunned silence, the legend spoke.
"You guys got any brisket?" He enquired, turning to the boys, paying no mind to the state of them.
"N-no, sir." Remus said, who was then distracted by James pawing at him, wishing to continue what they started.
"MOMMY!" James cried after his attempts at mumbling were unsucessful. He whined and whined for his mommy but his daddy Lupin told him he had to wait and could not touch himself or he would be very mad. A sigh escaped George.
"Give him what he wants, just shut that runt up, or i'll do it myself."
A beat passed.
"C- can you?" James nervously enquired.
"Course pal. Winky, hold my clothes."
The boys on the couch were shocked. Were they about to be pleasured by George Cooper himself? This night couldn't get any better.
Mr. Cooper undressed before them in a sultry manner, chucking his clothes at the tiny elf with full force, causing her to stumble into the fireplace. Instead of burning normally, slowly and crisply, she burnt like an animal dying in minecraft would- turned red and swiftly turned horizontal.
George payed no mind- he had special intentions for his boys.
He slowly made his way over, locking eyes with James, who returned a pleading gaze. George grabbed James' neck suddenly and began to choke him. James revelled in the sensation, as the other boys went to touch Mr. Cooper.
"Aye there skippers! Hold your horses." He scolded, eliciting embarrassed looks from the boys, except for James, who was enamoured by George's power.
James was the first to get the George Cooper treatment. He took them each in turn, bringing them to euphoric heights. As so much time had passed, the boys forgot all about the ratscapade, except for Remus, who reminded himself and was sure there was nothing but pleasure in store for the remainder of this evening. George let them all snuggle up around his manspread on the couch, as they gave Mr. Cooper some very special treatment.
Reggie sat on the far end of the group next to Sirius. As Reggie sat there, on cloud 9 after his experience with Mr. Cooper, he still yearned for his big bro.
"Daddy what about me?" Mega sub Reggie whispered to his dom older brother Siri.
Sirius turned to look at him, his gaze suddenly softening at his brother's vulnerable state.
"I'm sorry my little boy, let me make it up to you." He said, smirking slightly as the sentence concluded.
As Sirius moved to straddle his brother's lap, a loud noise rung out from behind him.
"Meow."
They all froze.
"Meow meow. Meow meow meow."
"What the fuck." Remus said. As they all turned to him, they saw he was staring wide eyed at a spot on the floor, turning to it, they all gazed upon non other than Cat Snape.
“Professor Snape?” James asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. The four boys and George Cooper all moved to sit around cat Snape in a circle.
“Meow”
“Theres no way professor Snape is sat in front of us as a cat right now” Lupin gawked. How had this happened? Only earlier today had he seen Snape in potions and he was neither small nor furry. Nonetheless, Lupin had to admit to himself how kawaii the Slytherin house leader looked in his fursona. Before he could voice his thoughts, another broke the silence -
“I- I hate to say it but sensei Snape looks so cutesy, i just wanna stroke him” Regulus pouted. One by one the other boys all nodded in agreement.
“Well boys, you cant leave him waiting - give em a pet” George instructed. Sirius’ fingers glided over the soft black fur of Cat Snapes backside, the sensation posing a memorable contrast to that of Reggies coarse pubic hair. Sirius’ eyes met Regulus’ from across the circle - his lips torn between his teeth as he squirmed and palmed himself waiting to resume what had started with his brother.
Sirius had forgotten he was stroking Cat Snape until a noise rang through the tense and humid air which sounded like a pur? All the boys’ attention snapped down to the little creature, who seemed to have no different than an expression of hate on its face yet the soft kneading of its paws on the rugs below said otherwise.
“Load me up boys” the silence was broken by the heaving of Mr Cooper who waddled his way to the couch, promptly throwing his round and voluptuous belly onto the cushions.
Quickly understanding, Remus gently coddled Cat Snape and moved him to rest on Mr Coopers back. As soon as the professor made contact, George let out a pornographic moan. The sound had goosebumps arise on the marauders and Reggies skin, their palms becoming clammy and blood rushing downwards.
However, before they could react a loud bang came from a nearby window as it crashed open, smashing into shards against the brick wall. Through the darkness of the night, a predatory shadow emerged - highlighted by the glow of the moon.
The shadow slowly stalked towards the boys and Cat Snape, light from the fire capturing the long, sharp fangs cascading from its lips. Just as it seemed the boys were about to be jumped, a smaller shadow appeared on the back of the predator.
“Good Kitty Diego. Obey daddy Buck and let me handle this”
Sliding down the back of Diego, Buck landed onto a spring-pad which launched him up towards the chandelier hanging from the common room ceiling. His small nimble fingers grasped the metal, the momentum flipping his slim body around the light.
The room watched in awe as Buck, on his fifth flip sent his body towards Remus. With expertise, Buck grabbed onto the hard rod of Lupins peeny, completing another 2 flips before sticking a landing onto the plush rug. The boys watched in awe, dumbstruck.
“MAN that was some pretty dope moved little guy!” James said enthusiastically, reaching for Buck. Before he could grasp him George snatched Buck, causing him to wheeze like a squeaky toy and deflate as George bit down on his arm, ripping it off.
“Tastes just like chicken!” He moaned, nibbling for more.
At that moment Diego growled in a husky tone, prowling towards the group in a sultry manner, before arching his back in a stretch and laying down, paws crossed.
“Thank fuck that idiots dead.” He said, shutting his eyes peacefully as the boys came over to suggestively stroke him.
At that moment, another different window shattered. The noise caused the group to turn, and their eyes lay on a whimsical sight. Gingy stood proudly, with both hands on his hips overlooking the group. He had the three blind mice on individual leashes in front of him.
For a moment it looked like Gingy was leading them like dogs, however as the moon passed by the window it became clear to what was really happening. While the three blind mice where in fact on leashes, they were aggressively giving head to Gingy whose pornographic squeals filled the air.
“No, not the buttons. Not my gumdrop buttons!” he mewled as hot frosting shot from his gingerbread stick. Instinctively, Gingys hands tightened around the leash, causing the collars on his mice to tighten and choke them. Their small paws gripped at Gingys, crumbs cascading around them.
“Oh! The muffin Man!” Gingy sighed, his sweetened liquids coating the window sill and dripping down the walls. The marauders and George all watched in their grow hardened states. George almost immediately after, combusted. Hot grease shot from his hands, landing on his hairy chest. He thought he better save that for MeeMaws meatloaf later.
Sirius, Remus, James and Reggie had all gathered into a circle, their hands stroking anything they could grasp in their hazy states. Harmoniously, they finished in a heaping pile of white, their pants and moans coating the already damp and heated space. As they coated themselves in their ecstasy, the full moon cast through the shattered windows, catching young Remus’ eye. He began to transform, causing all of the boys to scramble backwards.
“What the Sigma. I am a fucking cat.”
Remus stretched out, his fair skin replaced with grey fur, his big nose stretching out into a slender snout. He howled, causing the castle walls to shake. Sirius immediately turned into his dog form, and at that moment another dog appeared out of thin air at his side. It was Dog Snape. He was a black Scottish Terrier, sporting the sexy face of Snape. He and Sirius made eye contact, before Dog Snape opened his trapper.
“Woof woof. Woof woof woof. Give me a bone.” He simply stated in a monotone manner. In that instant he was presented with several bones, from James, Reggie and George.
Sirius dismissed the thing, lunging at Remus full force. They entangled themselves in a brawl, with everyone watching. Dog Snape became referee, donned in a black and white striped shirt and whistle. Cat Snape then appeared in a red shirt hastily providing the dog sips of water.
James and Reggie took this prime opportunity to focus on each other, giving each other side eyes and smirks. James grabbed his wrist and pulled him against the wall, pinning Reggie’s wrists above his head, before licking his front. He then knelt before him, grabbing his knees and bonking his head on them as hard as possible. Gingy then attacked him, screaming “Look at me! Don’t do this to yourself! Please! Stop! For me!?” He said, eyes exploring James’. James’ face softened.
“Anything you say angel.” He replied. Regulus was completely forgotten. A bit similar to his home life.
As this unfolded, All the animals were still engaging in a fight. Sirius had called for time out, and the fighters were on either side of the boxing ring, the three blind mice stroking his fur, whilst Diego, who had lost all of his fur in the fireplace, was screaming shrilly at Remus.
“Get your fucking act together you useless half-breed, or i’ll cull each and every one of you bastards!”
George payed them all no kind as he savoured every morsel of raw, alive Buck’s body, using his leaf eye patch as a napkin.
Time out ended, and the brawl resumed. The fight was weak, with very poor effort. Mr.Cooper had to intervene. He grabbed Sirius by the scruff of his neck, straddling him and grabbing onto the handles. He cracked his whip to his side, then said in the most godlike tone possible, glaring daggers at Remus and Diego;
“Stop on them runts.”
As Sirius and George began to charge, suddenly an earth shattering boom silenced the room. The air became so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Then, from the centre of the common room, a section of the floor began to lower, rays of spotlights and laser beams seeping through the cracks.
After a minute of silence, the floor began to raise back up, the soft hum of a speaker flowing into the space.
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
As the platform raised to its full height again, it was now accompanied by the silhouette of a tall man.
“I'll wear your granddad's clothes. I look incredible. I'm in this big-ass coat. From that thrift shop down the road” The mystery figure lowly spoke, his voice mirrored through the speakers that had appeared around the boys.
Through the artificial fog, dark stage lights and coloured lasers, the man in the fur coat and deco stayed in gold jewellery could only be none other than-
“Macklemore.” Reggie said softly, forgetting all about himself being the runt of the litter in all aspects of his life. George hadn’t said it straight to his face, but as Sirius was giving him head earlier, he locked eyes with George who was beneath James, and silently mouthed ‘runt’.
The other boys looked at him, then back at the man who stepped through the fog.
“I am going to pop some tags. ‘ve only got twenty bucks in me pocket though is tha’ a’right?” He said to them through his microphone.
“Fart Bomb!” Macklemore laughed before ripping the biggest stinker. It may have been silent but boy was it deadly, all the boys, including dog snape, cat snape, Gingy, Diego, Gingy and the three blind mice all dropped to the floor in a heap of naked, sweaty bodies.
Macklemore cackled, he had finally achieved his life long mission. Scooping up the Snape variants, he whispered quietly.
“Gonna put you puppies in the incubator at Stark Industries.”
Chuckling darkly, he kicked Remus’ unconscious wolf form with all the hate in the world.
“Fucking half-breeds.” He muttered, before escaping sneakily though both the shattered windows, splitting himself in half to do so, then merging back together as the flew away into the sunrise.
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The next morning, the four boys awoke in their dormitory somehow, their beds pushed together as per usual. James woke first, snug tight in between Remus who was behind him, and Sirius who layed on his chest. Peter, who made his way back to the dorm after a wild night of rat frat parties, still in his rat form, was curled up on the pillow. James waited as the others came to, and they layed there in silence for a while, until James broke it.
"Last night was a movie huh guys?"
“Bazinga!”
Bazinga father was always watching.
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the three times you and georgie cooper were jealous of each other and the one time you acted on it
a/n: ahh first post!! i was actually watching young sheldon while writing this :) sad it's the last season but excited for georgie and mandy spin off!! anyway felt like there was a lack of georgie x readers so wrote this with my fav trope! enjoy!
i - the time when veronica duncan punched georgie in the face
"and then... she punched me in the face!" your best friend georgie recounted to you, as you sat on the front porch of his house, a can of beer in both your hands.
"she punched you in the face, in front of everyone?!" you chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
"yeah.." he replied.
"no way! what did you even do?!" you take a sip of your beer, looking at him. your best friend georgie was one of your favourite people in the whole world and very good looking, hey! you were allowed to say that!
"i kinda.. told her i loved her. in front of the whole church." georgie muttered, slightly flustered.
"you what?!" you spluttered, hardly believing a word he was saying.
georgie saw the look on your face.
"hey i'm not lying!" he says, chuckling.
"what did you expect?!?! poor girl. you barely know her georgie!" you laugh teasingly, this boy really was something else. you had grown up alongside the boy and everything he did even to this day still surprised you.
"i know but i'm bummed by it.. i really like her y/n." he looks at you with wide eyes. he sounded... serious?
this stopped you laughing.
"you really like her huh?" you look at him, encouraging him to say more.
"yeah.. look" georgie sighs, taking a swig of his beer. "i've never felt this way about any girl before. ever."
oh. why did this feel like a massive kick in the stomach? your insides had gone all funny.
"oh.." you mutter, looking down. "didn't realise you were that serious."
"yeah.. i need to make it up to her, i care about her.. even if she don't about me" georgie sighs.
woah he really seemed to care about her. why did this aggravate you so much? veronica was a nice girl, pretty and kind.. even if she did (rightfully) punch him in the face. she was good to your best friend. so why didn't you feel supportive?
"don't worry georgie.." you reach out and comfortingly pat his arm "she's a nice girl, she'll forgive you."
he smiles and wraps his arm round you "thanks y/n, you're the best friend ever, ya know that?"
"yep.. what would you do without me." you chuckle, nervously.
friend. why did him referring to you as that make you feel queasy? that's what you were, right? best friends? this felt weird though.. different.
you suddenly felt sick.
"look i gotta get home.. got a lot of homework" you stand, trying to ignore the feelings you were currently having.
"going so soon l/n?" georgie grins.
"yeah sorry.." you chuckle "good luck with the veronica thing anyway.. i'll see you tomorrow."
"see ya" he smiles and waves you off.
you wave back and walk down the street to your house, thinking about what had just happened.
the sickness feeling, the disgust, the small bit of sadness you felt when georgie said he'd never felt that way before
then it sunk in. you were jealous. fuck!
ii - the time that guy from your spanish class asked you out
spanish was somehow both your favourite and least favourite class. i mean you hated the class - you were awful at it but you got to sit next to georgie in it.. so maybe it wasn't too bad.
today started like any other spanish lesson. you listened to the teacher drone on about grammar, you and georgie had a footsie war under the table etc. everything was normal. that was until the end of the lesson.
you were packing away your notebooks, listening to georgie babble on about football when adam, the boy who sat in front of you, approached you.
"hey y/n" adam smiled shyly at you,
"oh uh hey adam" you said friendly enough, but very confused on why he was speaking to you.
you weren't the only one confused. next to you, georgie had been interrupted by this exchange and had stopped talking, now listening, his eyebrow raised.
"uh i was wondering.. if you'd like to see the new ghostbusters movie with me tomorrow night.. its okay if not, i understand." adam chuckled nervously.
georgie frowned at this. who did this adam guy think he was, asking you out to the movies? he didn't even know you! who asks someone out that they don't even know.. this guy was a total weirdo. there was no way you were gonna say yes.
"um.. okay" you interrupted his train of thought. adam was quite handsome, and seemed nice. and although it was bad to admit, you needed a distraction from the unknown feelings you were having for your best friend.
your answer shocked georgie. why on earth did you say yes? did you feel bad for him or something.. or maybe you just wanted to see the new ghostbusters? he would've taken you if that was the case! not this idiot.
"oh good. i'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow then?" adam smiles at you, and god georgie wanted to punch him.
"yeah okay." you smile back, and watched as he waved at you then left class.
"well that was.." you turn to georgie, who is not looking at you but is looking straight ahead.
"let's go to lunch." georgie ignores you and starts walking off.
"oh okay" you mutter, then follow him.
georgie was mad. this guy didn't deserve you, he was definitely punching! you were beautiful and deserved someone way better. someone like.. him! but no you were best friends.. he couldn't ruin that. but the more he thought about it the more he realised he was jealous.
you were his, not that adams! that was the day georgie cooper realised he liked you, his best friend.
iii- the time georgie ditched you to hang out with jana boggs
every summer, you tagged along with the coopers (well more so georgie but you had long since been accepted as a member of the familt) to the carnival set up by pastor jeff and the church.
every year, you and georgie usually went off together and did your own thing but this year was different. georgie had been dating jana for a while now and of course it was only normal for him to not hang with you as much and you shouldn't get mad at him for wanting to spend time with her.. right?
"oh look.. jana's over there." georgie chuckles, awkwardly looking to where his girlfriend was stood.
"yep." you reply.
"and she looks.. pretty lonely" georgie states, again awkwardly.
"uh huh" you nod.
"maybe she needs someone to talk to?" he says.
"hey i get the hint, you go hang with her.. she's your girlfriend after all, i'll stay here with missy" you try and say encouragingly, but your voice wobbles slightly.
"really?!" george smiles.
"yeah!" you reply.
"you're the best" he gives you a tight hug. "i owe you one!"
"don't worry" you say, watching him walk off to jana " that's what friends are for" you mutter.
you look to the ground. it felt like it was time to finally accept that you liked georgie a lot. and not just as a friend.
"that was pretty sad to watch" missy speaks up, looking at you half sympathetically, half in enjoyment.
"well i'm glad my sad life gives you joy." you let out a weak laugh.
"look i've always liked you y/n, you're cool, and i've always thought you can do wayyy better than my dumb brother" she tries to comfort you.
"well thanks." you smile.
"and just so you know... i think georgie likes you back. he's just stupid.. and scared." missy smiles.
"i hope that's the case." you smile back.
as you watch georgie laugh along with jana, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
you really liked your best friend.
iv - the time where missy matchmakes.
"georgie.. please please please can you take me and marcus to the movies tonight" missy begged, standing in georgie's doorway.
"missy.. i'm supposed to be hanging with y/n tonight." georgie frowned, secretly he had hoped tonight would be the night he might finally confess to you.
"bring her with you! she loves me." missy smiles smugly.
"we'll see." georgie sighs.
four hours later, georgie, y/n and missy were in the car, going to pick marcus up. georgie didn't take much convincing after learning it would entail missy and her boyfriend being alone, and you were quick to accept to come with.
"so missy.. how serious are you and marcus?" you ask, turning round and smiling at her.
"we're kinda serious.. we've held hands a bunch and hugged. we haven't kissed.. but we've shared a straw" she replies, subtly bragging.
"oh wow pretty serious then." you chuckle. georgie smiles at you. he loved that you got on so well with his family, it was something he'd always liked about you.
there was silence for a while.
"can i ask you guys a personal question?" missy breaks the silence.
"umm sure" georgie responds as you nod.
"so you're both single..."
"thanks for the reminder" you smile playfully.
"and i know jana broke up with georgie because of you y/n.."
"how do you know that" georgie exclaims, confused.
"i know everything." missy deadpans. "and i also heard you on the phone to each other."
"anyway.." she continues "why don't you just date each other? it's very clear that you like each other, everyone can see it. it's simple." she says, proudly.
both your eyes widen. you were not expecting that. you start uncomfortably laughing and turn to look at georgie.
georgie was looking straight forward , avoiding eye contact.
"well.." you start "i don't think i'm georgie's type.."
"you kidding?" georgie exclaims. "not my type? of course you are! i compare every girl i ever meet to you!"
you sat shocked. what. the. hell.
"you do?" you look at him.
"of course i do. i like you a lot y/n." georgie blushes, avoiding eye contact.
your heart stopped. finally!!
"oh really? georgie i also like you a lot!" you smile, brightly.
"you do?" georgie grins.
"yeah of course i do! i have for ages.. i was jealous of jana.. and damn this was ages ago but i was jealous of veronica as well!" you chuckle.
"no way!! i was jealous of that adam guy! and pretty much any other guy who talked to you as well!" georgie replies, smirking.
you smile.
"i was just too nervous to say anything." you say.
"holy shit, me too!" georgie agrees.
you reach over and touch his shoulder. he smiles back. and at that moment although it sounded cheesy, it did really feel like a moment from a romcom.
"aww that was real cute guys." missy smiles.
"but don't you dare say any of that cheesy stuff when marcus is in the car!"
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In Charge
Cooper Family x Fem!Reader | Georgie Copper x Fem!Reader Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors and Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: “hi honey! i have no idea if your still taking requests but if you are, could you do a georgie cooper x fem!reader (where they are already dating), and that missy some how convinces everyone to pretend to be a family (like georgie’s the dad, y/n is the mum, sheldon and missy are the kids) and at the end when y/n stays over georgie tells them how great of a mum she would be and how he wants to start a family with her? just pure fluff? love your work so so much <333” Summary: The reader’s in charge and all she wants is Peace, which leads to an interesting conversation between her and Georgie. Warnings: None, really. I mean, there's fluff, but other than that... nothing really A/N: My ADHD is allowing me to write today, so that is what I shall do. This will be based before Georgie drops out of school and has a kid. And because it was an anonymous request, I couldn’t ask, but instead of playing house, I made it as the reader babysitting. That’s kind of like playing house right? I just didn’t know how to make it about them playing house without it basically being Y/N and Georgie babysitting. If you requested this and didn’t like it, I will rewrite it as them all playing house, just privately DM me, if you’d like to remain anonymous. Words: 2.4K
“Alright, everyone, I’m headed to the store,” Mary said as she exited her room. She made her way through the living room seeing Y/N and Georgie cuddled up on the couch, flipping through channels with no one else in sight.
Mary turned to Georgie and asked, “Where’s your father?”
Georgie’s eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he gave his mother a shrug of the shoulders. Y/N saw this and slapped Georgie’s shoulder with a hard glare. “Georgie, it’s disrespectful to ignore your mother,” the teenage girl said sternly.
“Ow!” Georgie exclaimed, looking away from the TV to observe his arm for a bruise. When he realized he was okay, he looked up, looking between his girlfriend and his mother. “I didn’t ignore her. I said that I didn’t know.”
Y/N glared and rolled her eyes at the boy before looking over at her boyfriend’s mother. “I don’t know where he went, but he was grumbling about having a hard day,” She said, answering Mary for Georgie. Mary thanked the girl before continuing into the kitchen with a scoff. She mumbled her husband’s name, annoyed, and called out, “Y/N’s in charge.” Georgie’s eyes instantly went wide in shock as he stared wide-eyed at the kitchen entrance, unable to actually see his mother from his current position. Y/N sat next to him with a smirk as they heard the sound of keys jingling and a door closing.
As soon as the door closed, Sheldon stormed out of his room, looking as if he was about to blow his top. “Mom!” He loudly called out, not receiving an answer.
Georgie paid no mind to the boy, instead bringing him back to the television as if nothing happened. Y/N looked over at the boy with caring eyes and said, “She just left. What’s up, bud.”
“Do you know when she’ll be back?” Sheldon asked frantically.
“No, I don’t. I’m sorry. Is it something I can help with?”
Sheldon hesitated, not knowing if he trusted Y/N enough to help him. He wasn’t used to going to people outside of his family for help. He huffed, “Missy took my Flash action figure, and she won’t give it back.”
Y/N stood from her spot on the couch. Georgie gave her a quick look and then turned back to the TV. “I’m sure Missy wasn’t trying to intentionally upset you, Sheldon,” The girl reassured him in a soft voice.
Sheldon gave Y/N a blank stare. “Have you met my sister?”
She chuckled and said, “Come on. Let’s see for ourselves.”
She followed Sheldon to his shared room, leaving Georgie alone on the couch. As they entered, the two spotted Missy sitting on her bed playing with a Barbie doll and Sheldon’s Flash action figure.”
“See!” Sheldon exclaimed, pointing directly at his twin.
Y/N let out a small “mhm” as she moved to sit on Missy’s bed, next to her. “Hi, Missy.”
“Hi,” She responded, continuing to play with the doll and action figure. (I know there are people who would ridicule me if I put the action figure in the “dolls” category, so I’ll leave it at that.)
“Whatcha doing?”
“Playing.”
Y/N heard a frustrated groan behind her and quietly sighed.
“Missy?” Y/N spoke a bit more sternly than before.
“Hmm.” Missy looked up at the older girl.
“Did you take Sheldon’s to-”
“Action figure,” Sheldon cut the girl off to correct her.
“Did you take your brother’s Action Figure without asking?” Y/N asked. The younger girl gave the teenager an apologetic frown as she slowly placed the dolls on the bed. Sheldon swooped in behind the girl and snatched his Flash action figure from off of his twin’s bed.
“It’s not very nice to take people’s things without asking. What if Sheldon did it to you?”
“I’d punch him in the face,” Missy Responded.
Y/N scolded Missy, causing her to shy away. “Apologise to your brother.”
“But-”
“I said apologise.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“That doesn’t sound like an apology to me,” Y/N said, still scolding the child in front of her. She heard a snicker behind her and slowly turned to face Sheldon. Sheldon jumped. His smile was replaced with a look of fright. “Something funny?” Y/N asked the boy. She was now scolding him, but it was the frightening position the girl was in that really scared him. Her body was facing his sister, whilst her head faced him. He felt as if he were staring into the eyes of an owl that looked like his brother’s girlfriend.
He quickly shook his head. “No. No problem.”
“I don’t think laughing at someone who is trying to apologize is really respectful. I think you both should apologize to each other,” She ordered. The room went silent for a second before the two suddenly began to speak, simultaneously.
“I’m sorry for taking your stupid doll without asking.”
“I’m sorry for laughing at your terrible excuse for an apology.”
Y/N looked between the two in utter shock. How can they both be this bad at apologizing? She shrugged it off as she stood up from her sitting position. “Well, it wasn’t the best, but we’ll get there. For now, I don’t want to hear any more about this Flash doll-”
“Action figure.”
“Whatever! I don’t want to hear about it anymore, okay? The two nodded and the girl took that as her cue to go. She went back into the living room to see Georgie still watching TV. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.
As she approached her spot on the couch, Georgie looked up, finally noticing her. “Hey, you’re back,” Georgie said with a smile. “I kept your seat warm for you.” He patted the spot where she sat, earlier.
Y/N looked down at the couch cushion in disgust. “Literally or figuratively, because I told you last time that that was gro-”
“Relax. It was figurative. Geez, you do one thing as a joke, and suddenly you’re labeled for life.”
Y/N laughed at her boyfriend's dramatics as she joined him on the couch. Georgie looked over at the girl, admiring everything about her. In his mind, he saw Y/N as the prettiest girl in the universe. No one compared to the girl when it came to looks, smarts, and her nurturing personality.
He wrapped his arm around the girl and pulled her into his chest. “You know, I think you would make an amazing mother one day,” Georgie said, catching Y/N off guard. She lifted her head off of her boyfriend’s chest so that she could look at him.
“Wow! Where did that come from?”
“I’ve seen you with my family, and despite how messed up it is, you manage to wedge yourself into everyone’s heart one way or another. Not to mention the fact that I heard how you handled Sheldon and Missy, just now. That’s something I’ve only seen my mother do and succeed. But in my opinion, you did it best,” Georgie said. Y/N’s heart was racing as watched and listened to Georgie speak about her. Tears brimmed her eyes as she gave the boy a loving smile before giving him a quick kiss.
“Awe, Georgie. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”
“Well, it’s true.”
“If it’s any consolation, I think you’ll be an amazing father.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Y/N chuckled. The two pulled each other in super close for a tight hug. Y/N’s head, once again rested on Georgie’s chest. She closed her eyes as she took in the aroma of her boyfriend’s cologne. Georgie placed a kiss on top of her head, wishing that this moment would never end.
When they pulled out of the hug, Y/N moved slightly away from the boy, so that she could get a better look at him. She wore a mischievous smirk as she asked, “When you thought of me as a mother, what did you envision?”
She chuckled as she watched Georgie think for a second. “I saw you… as my wife. And in your arms, we have a son, who you can never put down because he loves his momma so much that if you try to put him down, he screams. And don’t get me started on the sleeping situation.” Y/N laughed, making Georgie smile. She motioned for Georgie to continue. “Okay, well we also have 4 other kids.”
Y/N’s eyes went wide in astonishment. “5 kids? You think of us having 5 kids?”
“And a dog. Anyways there’s little Joanne, but she goes by “Jo”. She’s a tomboy and a daddy’s girl at the same time. Then there is Tommy. He’s a year older than Jo, and he’s tough. If you mess with his siblings you are in a world of hurt.”
Y/N nodded her head, saying a small “okay,” as she continued to listen. “The oldest two are Fawn and Sam. Their completely different, but the two are always together, which sometimes leads to fighting. That’s where you, the mamma bear come in. You know all your kids, and you know how to easily tame them.”
“I like it,” Y/N chuckled. “Now I don’t know if I can handle 5 kids, but I love your idea of what our family would look like in about 20-30 years.”
“Hold on. You want to wait until we're in our 30’s and 40’s to have kids?”
“Sorta. I mean having all those kids is gonna take time. And how will we support them if we aren’t stable? You can take care of kids all day, but who is gonna provide? Kids are expensive, Georgie. You gotta feed them, clothe them, put them through school, take them to the doctor. You need money for all of those things.”
“And I can do that,” Georgie added. “I’m gonna be the moneymaker. I’ll have a job that pays well, and move us into a nice, big house.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“I don’t want to be a housewife. I want to have my own job. And why do you get to be the main source of income?”
“First off, I didn’t say you had to be a housewife. You can have a job, but I want to be the one who gives you everything you want. I want to take care of you and to do that, I work hard, maybe even owning my own company.”
“Businessman. I can somewhat see it.”
“Well, I will be. That’s how we can afford everything because my business is booming,” Georgie assured the girl. Her smile remained on her face, getting wider and wider as they went deeper into their hypothetical future together.
The two continue to talk for a few more minutes as the sound of feet walking across the floor gets closer and closer to them. The sound eventually stops behind Y/N. Georgie looks up and glares at the person who interrupted their moment together. “What now, Sheldon?” Georgie asked with a touch of irritation.
“I’m hungry,” Sheldon spoke. Y/N turned to look at the boy.
Georgie responded to Sheldon, “You’re smart, don’t you know how to make you a sandwich?” Y/N kicked Georgie’s leg, receiving a small “ow” from the older boy.
“Sheldon, your mom went to the store. I’m sure she’ll be back soon and she will start on dinner.”
“But I’m hungry now.”
“Sheldon, if you eat now, then you are gonna spoil your appetite. And you know more than anyone that it takes longer than an hour or two to digest your food, so why don’t you go back in your room, and wait.”
“Okay,” Sheldon sighed as he made his way back to his room.
“See! You just tamed a wild Sheldon, that’s almost impossible.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Georgie’s comment.
“Y/N!” Missy called out walking into the living room. Y/N watched the younger girl walk in with an arm full of dolls. “Y/N, will you play with me? I’m bored, and I have no one to play with.”
“Sure,” Y/N agreed, giving Missy a beaming smile. She moved off the couch. “What? Nooo! Where are you going?” Georgie asked, frowning up at his girlfriend as she moved farther and farther away from him. Missy quickly grabbed Y/N’s hand with her free hand and started pulling her toward her room. Y/N looked back at Georgie and whispered “Sorry,” whilst laughing at Georgie’s expression.
Georgie eventually left the couch and went to his room. He was jealous of the fact that Missy and Sheldon had basically hogged up all their time together. He aggressively flopped on his bed and opened up the magazine he was reading before Y/N came over.
His door was open, in case Y/N got bored of playing dolls with Missy and wanted to join him. So when Mary walked into the house and dropped her keys in the key bowl, Georgie heard it. Y/N must have heard also, because as soon as he heard his mother grunt, probably from bringing in groceries, Y/N rushed out of the room and graciously helped the woman.
Georgie stood from his bed and curiously entered the kitchen. He watched Mary and Y/N laugh as they walked back into the house with the groceries. “I must admit Y/N since Georgie has started seeing you, he’s been different.” Y/N looked up at the woman with a frown. “No! Not in a bad way. He’s kinder and a bit more respectful. And look at this house! Usually, I come home and there is something that needs cleaning up, and today, it’s just as I left it.”
“Well, thank you, Mrs. Cooper. We did have some issues, but it was quickly resolved and the peace was restored.”
“Oh, you don’t have to think of me. You did an excellent job. I hope one day I get to call you my daughter-in-law.”
“Awe. Stop Mrs. Copper. You’re gonna make me cry,” She said, fanning her bright red face. Georgie saw the tears lining her eyes from where he stood.
The front door opened, revealing George walking into the house in his work clothes. He saw Georgie standing in the kitchen watching his mother and girlfriend interact. “What are you doing?” He asked his son as he approached.
“Mom and Y/N are… bonding? I don’t actually know what’s happening,” Georgie said with a shrug of his shoulders.
George chuckled and clapped his hand against his son’s back. “From me to you, good luck. You’re gonna need it.” And with that, George was gone, leaving a confused Georgie alone with his thoughts.
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rip george cooper you would’ve loved brisket five
#five hargreeves#five hargreeves x reader#tua season 4#tua s4#george cooper#young sheldon#brisket five#cbs#aiden gallagher#sheldon cooper
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Datin teen Sheldon head canons
i'll try my hardest guys
Dating Teen Sheldon Hcs
if science wasn't your best subject, he would definitely try to help you on it. but you're not the brightest person in the world so he gets angry quite often
taking care of CeeCee when Georgie and Mandy are in public!!
you'll be setting her down for a nap and Sheldon would just be standing in the doorway like "are you done yet 🧍♀️"
then when the two of you are watching star trek together (after various comments from you telling him you don't want to watch it) she starts crying and he gets super pissed
you try to help him pick out cute outfits but he refuses
you tell him to start wearing different shirts other than flannels all the time and he's like "i'm not taking any of YOUR opinions" and gave you the nastiest look ever
with that, arguments happen kinda often. he'll be way too focused on his studies in college and doesn't give you as much attention as you want
so you'll storm out of the room and hangout with Missy or something
but he doesn't realize you're gone until 2 hours later
and him being the stubborn ass he is won't apologize. he'll be like "why do i have to apologize for focusing on my studies" bc he just doesn't get it
and, knowing Sheldon, he doesn't show emotions a lot. that's also a pretty big argument starter
you go out of your way to show how much you love him and he's just like "ok thanks"
but at the end of the day, the two of you get over it.
#young sheldon x reader#sheldon cooper x reader#young sheldon#missy cooper#georgie cooper#george cooper#mary cooper#meemaw#mandy mcallister
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It's About Time
Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??
1 - Matching Marks
2 - Possible Futures
3 - Memaw's Car
4 - New Feelings and a Videotape
5 - The Birthday Surprise
6 - Will He Ever Realize?
7 - Love Letter
8 - The Jealousy Plan
9 - Jealousy Plan in Motion
10 - Switching Coopers
11 - Changing the Game
12 - Late Night Confession
13 - Good / bad decisions
14 - The First Date
15 - Moving to the next Level
16 - The Day My Life Changed
17 - We’ll be Bonnie and Clyde
18 - Cooper Baby Video
19 - My New Family
20 - Man of the House
21 - Lot Can Happen in 10 Years
22 - Blast from my Past
23 - The Big City Girl
???
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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I have found a thirst edit of me.
#young sheldon rp#tbbt#mary cooper#george cooper#veronica duncan#young sheldon x reader#young sheldon spoilers#the big bang theory#young sheldon fanart#leonard hofstadter#sheldon cooper
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who I write for
who I write for, and what I write for them.
Luke castellen - show (smut,fluff, and angst)
Charlie Bushnell (smut, fluff, angst)
Walker scobell (fluff,angst)
Georgie Cooper (smut,fluff,angst)
All of the sturniolos (smut,fluff,angst)
Both Weasley twins (smut, fluff)
Ryan Reynolds/his characters (smut,fluff)
Renee rapp/Regina George (smut,fluff,angst)
That's all, but if anymore come along I'll be sure to let all of y'all know!
Requests are open.
AND I NEED MORE MOOTS
RIP GEORGE COOPER 😔🕊️
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Who all I write for.
Percy Jackson show
Luke castellan
Percy Jackson
Annabeth chase
Percy Jackson books
Percy Jackson
Annabeth chase
Connor and Travis Stoll
Rachel Elizabeth dare
Irl celebrities
Walker scobell
Charlie bushnell
Dior Goodjohn
Pedro pascal
Bella Ramsey
Renee rapp
Avantika vandantapu
Gus halper
Ryan Reynolds’s
The last of us
Ellie Williams
Joel Miller
Tommy miller
Young Sheldon
Paige
Sheldon cooper
Georgie cooper
Mean girls 2024
Regina George
Karen shetty
Janis I Mike
Ride the cyclone
Mischa
Ricky Potts
Ocean
Noel (male reader only)
RULES WILL BE OUT SOON
#luke castellan smut#walker scobell x reader#luke castellan x reader#charli bushnel smut#grover underwood x reader#ryan reynolds smut#charlie bushnell smut#regina george x reader#walker scobel smut#luke castellan pjo#georgie cooper#young sheldon#sheldon cooper#renee rapp x reader#renee rapp x you#renee rapp#avantika#avantika vandanapu#karen shetty#regina george
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Welcome to my blog!
My name is Juliet.
I'm a mega swiftie.
I'm bisexual.
I'm addicted to horror and physiological films.
Yeah, that's really it.
Requests- Open!
⋆Masterlist⋆
People and characters I write for:
-Jack Champion (Main obsession currently:)
Ethan Landry
-Georg Listing
-Rory Culkin
Clyde
Scott Bartlett
Gabriel
Jack Thurlow
Charlie Walker
Danny Cooper
-Bill Kaulitz
-Tom Kaulitz
Things I will not write-
-Rape/Non-con Sex
-Weird kinks
Things I will not tolerate on my page-
-Homophobia
-Racisim
-Transphobia
#jack champion x reader#charlie walker#rory culkin#jack thurlow#electrick children#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#georg listing#tom kaulitz#danny cooper#ethan landry#welcome to my blog#jack champion#scott bartlett#gabriel
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Before I Knew You - Part Eleven
Bill Weasley x Reader
Masterlist, Part One
Summary: You’ve spent years training under Madam Pomfrey in the hopes that you would join the Healers at St. Mungo’s at graduation. But in the aftermath of the death of Albus Dumbledore, you chose to join the Order instead. When you’re forced into hiding, you find yourself alone with Bill Weasley and his new wolfish tendencies.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+, typical canon warnings, smut, age gap, oral sex (fem recieving), delayed orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, cum eating (kinda?), allusions to knotting, angst. Minors DNI.
A/N: This would not have been written without you, Lovely 💛
There was a lot of arguing. The younger siblings demanded answers. Their parents tried to give none. Bill countered that they should know. That it was in everyone’s best interest to be prepared in case they too were interrogated. Fred suggested moving you. He flinched at the growling disagreement from Bill. Molly tried to argue he may be right, but George said Yaxley could be hoping for that. Fear causes people to make mistakes, he argued.
“What exactly did he ask?” The table fell silent, looking towards you. But you were only looking at Arthur.
“Much the same as his father had asked at the wedding. Why you’d been there, where you’d been before, where you went after. He asked that if I heard anything about or from you, to tell him. Only him. And if I saw you," he looked at Bill who nodded for him to continue, "to tell you that he has someplace safe.”
The table erupted again with words like delusion and trap thrown around.
"He's going to the twins next." The commotion died once more, all eyes on you.
"How do you know?"
"Because I know Cillian." No. That wasn't right. The Cillian you knew wasn't a murderer. "At least, I know he was jealous of them back in school. Thought one of them had a thing for me." You'd nearly forgotten that. You looked between Fred and George. "He'll be more aggressive with you because of it."
Fred winked. "Don't worry 'bout us, love—
—we can handle him," George finished.
Bill's fist slammed on the table, making Ginny flinch. "This isn't a fucking joke!"
"But they need to act like it is," you countered. You kept your eyes on the twins. They needed to be prepared. They needed to know. "You've got to be as combative with him as he will be with you. Make it clear you have no intention to cooperate with him. If you act any differently it'll look suspicious to him."
Molly tapped her wand against the table, all the dishes lifting from the table. They flew to the kitchen, scraping themselves into the trash before settling into the sink. She followed them, waving her wand. Water and soap filled the sink. You’d forgotten magic could be used for something as mundane as dishes.
“That’s good to know,” George said, trying to ignore the uncertainty that had settled over the table with Molly’s abrupt end to dinner. Half the plates still had food.
“What if he brings his father?” Ginny asked.
“He won’t. Cillian has to be going behind his back trying to find me. Corbin wants me dead.”
Plates clattered in the kitchen. The Weasleys shared looks with each other.
Molly stood clutching the counter, staring out the window. "We should have all gone into hiding when we had a chance." Arthur came to her side and she allowed herself to be brought into his arms, burying her face in his chest. It hurt to see.
Ginny’s final day had been ruined. At least she’d be safe from Cillian’s questioning at Hogwarts. It would be too risky for him to go there. Even with Fred and George he’d have to be careful. Eyes would be everywhere in Diagon Alley with someone reporting back to someone who could report back to his father of his activities. That was if he wasn’t already being followed.
They left shortly after. Molly’s hug was a bit tighter than comfortable when she promised everything would be alright. Fred said he’d stop by again soon. Ginny said nothing, but squeezed your hand with watery eyes. You didn’t go outside to see them off, but as you looked at the clean kitchen you wish you had. There was nothing there to keep your hands busy. Magic had cleaned the dishes and put them in their place. It had wiped the counters. Swept the floors. Even the chairs had been pushed in.
One pop. Then another. And then the door, steps, a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier."
"Ginny got to enjoy most of her day. I wouldn't have been much fun if you'd told me before.” His hand fell off as you shrugged. “Besides, it’s better that they all know. So they’re prepared.”
“You really think he’s gonna go after them?”
“Cillian was jealous a lot.” Another thing you’d nearly forgotten. “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t try to track down every guy that’s ever spoken to me.” Not the women though. He didn’t think Cho had counted. You turned and rested your head against his chest, his embrace welcome. The tension eased in your body.
“It’ll be okay,” he promises, “they’ll be okay.”
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Bill left early the next morning to see Ginny off, reluctantly leaving you in bed with a kiss and a promise to not to be gone long. You stayed in bed for a bit, but sleep never returned.
The sun rose higher in the sky as you worked out in the garden. Molly had brought the wolfsbane stored in the Burrow’s shed, miscellaneous potion ingredients that had been collected from various Order members, and any seeds she could spare the day before. Professor Sprout’s lectures echoed through your mind as you planted new seeds and replanted old plants into neat lines. You’d have to figure out how to build a greenhouse for some of the more difficult plants. There was plenty of sand to make glass.
When all that could be done in the small garden was done, it was still a quarter till ten. How you missed the hours it would take on the farm.
Your hair was your next task. That would take time. Washing, brushing, using your favorite hair potion Ginny had been thoughtful enough to bring. You considered styling it without the aid of magic to pass the time, but decided against it.
As your hair righted itself, your thoughts drifted back to the wolfsbane. Maybe if you could get in contact with Charlie, he could get some dragon blood. And maybe Hagrid could get some Occamy eggs. The rest would be easy enough to get your hands on. Then you could finally get a real attempt at the Wolfsbane Potion for Remus.
Until then, you had other things you needed to start working on. Potions and salves to make now that you had the ingredients.
That was how Bill found you a while later. Bent over a cauldron on the stove, hair covered to protect it from the steam of the Murtlap Essence. “Mum made treacle tart,” he said, sliding a pastry box on the counter. “And brownies.” Another box. “And some biscuits.” A third box. “She bakes a lot when she’s worried. I don’t think she slept at all.”
Your shoulders deflated. She’d have been worried anyway, with Ginny off to Hogwarts, but with the threat of Cillian hanging over her sons it must be so much worse.
“She wanted to know if she can drop by a couple times a week while I’m at work.”
“Why?”
“She wants to make sure you're doing alright. Thinks you have to be lonely here. She won’t say it, but she’s gonna be lonely too now that Ginny’s gone.” His arm slid around your waist. “I told Fred and George they should come by sometimes too.”
Your gaze snapped to his face, surprised. “Why?”
“Because you need a life outside of me. And I know my family isn’t really that, but I’ll see if I can get the other Order members to come by. Get them checked up and all that.”
“Do you really think that’s the greatest idea? You could barely stand having Kingsley here. Thought you were gonna tear Fred’s head off yesterday.”
“I’ll still get you to myself at night, right?”
“Yeah but,” you tried to explain, “are you sure you’re up for that? If it could make your symptoms worse, especially with the full moon coming, then mayb—“
His kiss cut you off.
“Like I said,” he breathed against your lips, “I’ll have you to myself at night. That’s enough.”
“But everything with Cillian, is it really safe?”
“It’s safer, I think, than you being here alone all the time. And we’ll come up with a plan in case something goes wrong. Practice some defensive spells, figure out a place to go.”
You kissed him softly. “Thank you.”
“Oh don’t thank me,” he said, his teasing tone setting in, “it’s about time you started pulling your weight. Can’t have you lounge on the beach all day in some provocative little swimsuit, can we?”
You scoffed. “It was not provocative!”
“Have to disagree with you there, love.” His nose brushed against your cheek. “Everything you wear is provocative.”
“Guess I’ll stop wearing anything then.”
His groan had you smiling. “Please tell me you’re nearly done,” he begged.
“It’s gotta simmer for another couple hours,” he groaned again, “but it’ll be fine on its own fo—OH! Bill!”
It seemed he was determined to make it a habit of throwing you over his shoulder. Only this time he bypassed the couch and kicked the door to the bedroom open. You bounced against the mattress, giggling as you removed the hair covering. He was eager, giddy even, as he pulled off his clothes. He crawled up the bed, smiling into a messy kiss before helping to remove your own.
His lips trailed down your neck. Teeth and tongue teased your collarbone. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth found your breasts. A soft moan slipped out. He alternated between them, nipping and licking until you were squirming. When you asked him to stop teasing, he nuzzled into your neck and laughed. "I've got the patience today, love."
It clicked what he meant a moment before he slid down. Your groan turned high and breathless as his tongue glided between your folds. "Oh fuck," you gasped, hips jumping. His hand held you in place. You whimpered. This wasn't fair. His tongue traced a lazy pattern that had your legs shaking. You wanted to grab him and pull him closer. But he was unmoving. The pleasure was agonizing. He would go faster then slower. Fast, then slow. You felt the edge creeping closer and then he'd pull back and nip at the softness of your thighs.
He was merciless. He was enjoying himself. His groans were sinful, his hands greedy as the touched every part of you but the place you needed them most, his pace never slowing.
"Please," you begged, voice cracking.
Bill chuckled. "Please, what, love?" he asked, the vibrations shooting up your spine.
"Please stop teasing me. Please, let me cum. Please."
"So desperate for me, eh?" His fingers pushed into you. Rubbing and searching until they curled against a spot that had you seeing white. He hummed in delight, letting his tongue flick over your clit. The knot in your stomach snapped, his name falling from your lips over and over.
He didn't stop or slow as the high faded.
"Bill," you cried. It was too much. You pushed at his head, trying to get away from the touch. You were too sensitive. His arm wrapped around your thigh and pulled you closer.
"One more, love."
"No, no, I can't. Bill, I can't."
"One more, love. Just one more," he promised. His hand was relentless. Fingers working that same spot. Your muscles tensed. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. Your vision blurred. The pleasure too intense, body locked and trembling. It was euphoric. When the spasming finally subsided you gulped down air.
Bill crawled back up, smiling proudly. "Beautiful," he said. The taste of you clung to his lips as he kissed you again. Your arms looped around his neck. You wanted more. Needed more. You pulled him closer. He settled between your legs. The head of his cock teased your entrance, making you jolt. Still sensitive. You whimpered into his mouth.
"Too much?" he asked, concerned.
Your legs wrapped around his and encouraged his hips forward. "Not enough."
His nose bumped against yours. "Godric, I love you."
He slid inside, inch by inch. Slowly. Your bodies pressed flush together. A gasp escaped when his hips finally met yours. His head fell to the crook of your neck, and he stilled for a moment, taking deep breaths. Then his hips pulled back and he began a slow pace. It was gentle. His lips caressing every part of your skin they could reach. Your hands trailed down his back. The pleasure built slowly until your climax hit again.
He kissed your jaw. "More?" he whispered.
"More."
The pace picked up. Slow became steady. You whimpered as he continued to fill you.
"So perfect," he groaned.
His hips stuttered and picked up speed. You could feel another orgasm approaching. You dug your nails into his skin, holding on tight. His breathing grew heavy, his kisses messy and wet. His hips slammed against yours and you tumbled over the edge crying his name. He followed, burying his face in your neck as his hips slowed and came to a stop.
Bill collapsed beside you and pulled you close. "Think you could go for five?" he panted. You swatted his chest. He laughed and kissed your hair. You didn't want to move. Your eyes were drooping in exhaustion when you realized you had to.
"The dittany," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him. You went to stand, but your legs wobbled.
"I'll get it," Bill laughed, guiding you back down. He left with a kiss, not bothering to slip anything on. He's not gone long and he didn't come back empty handed. He was gentle with the warm washcloth as he wiped up his spend that had seeped out of you. But you were still sensitive. And vocal. A wicked gleam in his eyes warned you it wasn't over.
"What are you—" your words cut off in a sharp cry as his tongue dragged across your cunt again.
"Cleaning up my mess" he said before diving back in. He was thorough, tongue sliding inside you and swirling around. You were exhausted and sure you couldn't give him what he wanted, but he wasn't deterred.
He licked and nipped and sucked. His name fell from your lips.
"Please," you sobbed.
He pulled back, wiping his chin. "Please what?"
"I can't. Please."
He hummed, considering, and dove back in. You gripped the sheets, withering under him. He was relentless. It was overwhelming. Every muscle tensed, the knot in your stomach coiling tight. You cried out. It was blissful torture. Your toes curled. Your legs shook. The orgasm hit like a tidal wave. You whimpered as his tongue eased you down.
When he was satisfied, he pulled back. "Six?"
"Don't you fucking dare." There was no ire in your tone.
"Need me to grab you anything?" he offered with a sly grin. "Since you can't walk?"
"Shut up." You threw a pillow at him. He laughed, dodging the assault.
"Be back in a minute."
He was true to his word, returning with two glasses of water, the box of treacle tart, and a fork. He handed you a glass and climbed in bed next to you. He left another kiss against your forehead. It felt normal. As if you'd been together for years. As if you were together. He offered you the first bite of the tart. A part of you ached.
—
Molly came the next morning after Bill had left for work. She was so different from your mother, yet so much the same. They both had to keep busy when things were stressful. Something to do to keep their mind clear. Your father wasn’t like that. He liked to sit and think and plan.
She left not long after Bill returned home. You worried she’d noticed the way Bill nearly greeted you with a kiss. But she said nothing about it. You’re not sure if that made you feel better or worse.
—
Tonks popped in for only an hour the day after. Her conversation stayed far from werewolves or the upcoming full moon. It’s only as she was preparing to leave she asked, “Think we’ll see Bill anytime soon?”
“I don’t think so.”
She didn’t comment more on it. She knew. You felt a prickle of annoyance after her departure. She knew and said nothing. Not before, not when Bill was struggling, not now. Next time you’d ask for—no, demand answers. It was only fair. For Bill’s health.
—
You’re alone the two days leading up to the full moon. Bill was insatiable. You woke up the morning of with Bill’s rushed pleas in your ear.
“Need you, love. Please.”
It’s different. Less controlled. Like he’d been starved and presented a buffet. He’s desperate. “Cum for me, please. Need to, fuck love, need to feel you squeeze me, please, please, please.” You complied happily.
—
You paced the living room. He was supposed to be home an hour before. You didn’t question him when he finally appeared. With the way he kissed you, it couldn’t have been anyone else.
He was rough. His hands bruising, possessive.
You don't remember making it to the bed or removing your clothes, but your there under him. His mouth is on your skin, biting and sucking. There would be bruises tomorrow. He buried himself inside you without resistance. The sound you let out was embarrassing. It only encouraged him. He fucked into you harder, his hand sliding between your bodies.
It's verging on painful. "Bill," you moaned, clawing at his shoulders. You don't want him to stop. His fingers circled your clit.
"Need you to cum," he groaned. His lips found yours again. His fingers worked faster. "I can't" he cut himself off with a growl, "can't hold back. Fuck, please cum." Your back arched and nails dug into his skin. He cursed. You cried, clenching around him. His hips slammed against yours once more, and then he stilled.
But something was wrong.
There was more pressure than there should be. You can't focus on it. Your eyes were too heavy. "Bill?" It came out groggy. His weight crashed into you. You were barely able to adjust him to allow yourself to breathe before you slipped into unconsciousness.
Author's Note: He said "I love you" and our girl assumed he meant in the friendly "Wow, you're so awesome and cool!" kinda way and not in the "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." kinda way. He's definitely having his own internal freakout about her nonresponse to it.
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The Eye of the Hurricane [19] - Couples Therapy
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️
Summary: A therapy session can be enlightening.
Word Count: 2300
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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It wasn’t like you thought taking Bucky to couple’s therapy for your technically fake marriage was going to be easy, but you didn’t think it would be this difficult.
Bucky bounced his leg beside you on the sofa while you both sat in the waiting room, his eyes darting around the room as if he expected someone to attack him at any moment.
“What happens if she asks me questions?” he asked you gruffly and you pulled your brows together.
“You’ll be fine.”
Bucky huffed out and turned to you.
“How about instead of doing this, I just pay you money to walk out of here?”
“Not gonna happen, Bucky.”
“I’ll put the weekend house under your name, you like it there.”
“The weekend house will be mine once we get a divorce anyway,” you reminded him. “It’s on the prenup.”
Bucky licked his lips. “Do you want another house?”
“Stop trying to bribe me,” you told him as he eyed the door to the therapist’s office before fixing the gun in his waistband and you gasped.
“Why did you bring a gun to the therapy?!” you hissed and he narrowed his eyes.
“We don’t know what expects us in there!” he whispered back, making your jaw drop.
“Do you seriously think—Bucky, look me in the eye and tell me you think our therapist is going to try to shoot us in couple’s therapy—”
“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes?” the therapist’s voice reached you as the door opened and you both turned to her before you smiled at her sweetly.
“Hi!”
“You can come in,” she said, stepping aside and you let out a breath, then stood up, holding Bucky by the arm to signal him to stand as well. Bucky heaved a sigh as if he was being tortured but followed you into the room dutifully and you both sat down on the couch, the therapist taking her seat soon after.
“Dr. Raynor,” you said and she smiled back at you.
“Mrs. Barnes.”
“Y/N is fine,” you said and motioned at Bucky. “And this is Bucky.”
Bucky gave her a curt nod quietly and you cleared your throat, shifting your weight.
“My therapist Dr. Cooper recommended you,” you told her. “She speaks very highly of you.”
“Dr. Cooper is a very respected colleague of mine,” she told you. “The feeling is mutual. So what brings you here?”
“Well, we’ve just got married,” you said. “And I’ve been in therapy since I was a child, basically. Bucky on the other hand has a more distant stance towards it so I figured it could help us both if we did it together.”
Dr. Raynor nodded and turned to Bucky.
“And what about you Bucky?” she asked. “What brings you here?”
Bucky raised his brows before pointing at you with his thumb. “She did.”
You crossed your arms, leaning back in the couch and Dr. Raynor hummed.
“You don’t think you should be here?”
“Honestly doc, I have no idea why I’m here,” he said. “I’m fine, our marriage is fine, so...”
“It hasn’t been a month since we got married,” you added. “Just putting it out there. But I think it’ll help Bucky if we build this—habit.”
She turned to Bucky. “And how about you?” she asked. “How do you feel about therapy, Bucky?”
“My dad would always say whatever your problems are, they should stay between your two ears instead of anyone else’s,” Bucky replied, bouncing his leg again. “Hate to agree with the guy, but he has a point.”
“George isn’t exactly the epitome of good mental health, Buck.”
Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Either way.”
“Fathers may have different viewpoints especially when it comes to mental health,” Dr. Raynor said. “Given their generation.”
Bucky clicked his tongue. “Well, he and my mother have never been to therapy and they’re fine.”
“Your father had like one thousand mistresses,” you pointed out, making Dr. Raynor raise her brows and Bucky made a face.
“Allegedly.”
“It’s not allegedly, Becca literally told me she once—”
“Bucky, how would you describe your parents’ marriage?” she asked and Bucky heaved a sigh.
“They’re fine.”
“Would you say you look up to their marriage?” she asked. “Or that you want to have a similar one?”
You scoffed. “Good luck with that.”
“You wouldn’t want to have that?” she asked and you shook your head.
“Bucky can’t disrespect me like that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
You pulled your brows together, then shrugged your shoulders.
“Both,” you said without looking at him. “We have a deal, so I believe he will hold up his end of the deal.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the proud smile curling Bucky’s lips and Dr. Raynor nodded.
“Anything else you feel like you took after your father, besides your opinion on therapy?”
“Why are we talking about my father?” Bucky asked back while you tried to hold back the retort. “I thought this was couples therapy.”
“We can talk about anything you feel like we need to talk about,” Dr. Raynor said. “But most of the time, our parents’ relationship is the blueprint of our own relationships even if we don’t realize it.”
“That’s not what’s happening here,” Bucky said, motioning at you. “It’s different.”
“How?”
“What she said,” Bucky said curtly, nodding in your direction and you heaved a sigh. “He’s good with my mom, and he’s great with my sister, no need to talk about him.”
“But not with you?” Dr. Raynor asked and Bucky dragged his tongue over his teeth.
“He’s fine.”
“Bucky,” said and he shot you a look.
“What?”
“He’s fine with you? Really?”
“Y/N, not everyone needs a father, okay?” he insisted. “Some of us need a boss while growing up in this business.”
“I don’t think you needed a boss instead of a father when you were a kid, actually,” you insisted, making Dr. Raynor tilt her head.
“Would you mind explaining that?” she asked. “That boss comment?”
Bucky drummed his fingertips on his knee.
“It’s a part of…” he stopped himself and cleared his throat. “My father knew what I was capable of, so he pushed me until I saw it. Until I proved myself. That’s not a terrible thing, it worked out after all.”
You licked your lips.
“Really?” you asked. “So you’d be totally okay with following his footsteps?”
That made him stop for a moment and he scoffed.
“Fine, I wouldn’t do the cage fight because that shit’s medieval but it was because he knew I could handle it,” he defended him. “He’s great with Becca, and I don’t need him to be good with me. We don’t have that kind of relationship.”
Your stomach did a painful flip. “I forgot about that.”
“Cage fight?” Dr. Raynor asked and you both turned to her, Bucky crossing his arms over his chest. You nibbled on your lip.
“Um,” you said. “Our fathers are... CEOs and we both have family companies. There’s this tradition that—the family company has a boss and an heir and when you’re the heir, you need to show that you can handle the job.”
She frowned slightly.
“And the job can get pretty physical,” you said as Bucky let out a bitter chuckle beside you. “And one of the requirements is…when an heir is picked after years of training and everything, once the boss decides it’s time for them to prove themselves, they put you in a cage with other um—” you thought for a moment. “Some professional fighters that happen to be in the business as well, working under the family. Bodyguards, if you will.”
Not bodyguards.
They would put the heir in a cage with the best fighters working for the boss.
“But usually the bosses ask the heir to prove themselves right before they pass the crown, so to speak,” you said and stole a look at him. “Not George though.”
“I was ready to prove myself.”
“At sixteen?” you asked him. “No one fucking asks that of the heir at sixteen, Buck. My father didn’t even put Ian through that yet.”
“I was already his heir, he wanted to make sure,” Bucky said. “I beat everyone up in that cage, didn’t I?”
“Your nose was broken,” you counted with your fingers. “Three of your ribs, you could barely see through one eye for like two weeks because of how swollen it was—”
“But I proved myself,” he pointed out, making you clench your jaw and Dr. Raynor sat up straighter, trying to shake off the shock. “I’m glad I did it, I’d do it again.”
“You see?” you asked. “And then he asks me why we need therapy.”
“I don’t need therapy,” Bucky shot back. “I don’t even know why I’m here, I'm perfectly fine.”
Dr. Raynor licked her lips, then grabbed the notebook by her side while Bucky pursed his lips, slipping a little on the couch.
“Great,” he said. “She has a notebook and everything. Charm, how soon can we leave?”
*
Well, no one had gotten shot during your first couples therapy session, so as far as you were concerned, it was a success. Bucky had to drop by his office for half an hour to check on something, and after that you figured you could go to lunch together to discuss the next step in your plan so you tagged along.
Becca was already there in his office when you two walked in and Bucky tilted his head.
“What are you doing here?”
“Mom sent me,” she told him before coming to kiss your cheek. “Hey!”
“Hi there,” you said, kissing her cheek back. “We’re going to grab lunch after this, do you want to come?”
“Sure, I could eat,” she said, flinging herself on the couch. “Steve is here too, by the way.”
Bucky frowned. “Did you two come together?”
“Nope, I ran into him by the entrance,” she said while you took your spot next to her and Bucky walked to his laptop to switch it on.
“Mom sent you?” Bucky asked and rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, dad asked her to?”
Becca raised her hands while you gritted your teeth at the mention of George.
“You can’t shoot the messenger, there’s truce now.”
“Then why does it feel like I’m going to get shot by the messenger?” Bucky asked back, making her grin.
“You know how mom is,” she reminded him. “She wants all of us to get along. I take it you’re not willing to have another dinner anytime soon?”
“Fuck no—”
“Hey,” Steve said, knocking on the door and waved at you before turning to Bucky. “You’re busy?”
“Not at all,” Bucky said. “Did we have a meeting today? Did I forget?”
“Nah, I was just around,” Steve said. “Figured I could give you the news myself. Clint is flying to Chicago.”
Bucky pulled his brows together. “What?”
Steve shot him a grin. “My reaction exactly,” he said and came to sit on the other sofa. “How was therapy?”
“Ask Y/N,” Bucky said, clicking on something on his laptop. “She was the one who dragged me there.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “He brought a gun to therapy.”
Becca’s eyes widened. “Did you shoot the therapist, Bucky?!”
“No!” Bucky exclaimed. “Jesus, you two have zero trust in me.”
“How was it, really?” Steve asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.
“He’ll find it easier in the following weeks.”
Bucky frowned at you.
“Following weeks?” he asked. “We’re going there again?”
“Bucky, therapy is not like getting vaccinated,” Becca pointed out. “You can’t just have one session and expect it to fix your shit.”
“I don’t have the time—”
“I already talked to your assistant for the next month, try me,” you said sweetly and Bucky let out a groan, then turned to Steve.
“What is it about Clint and Chicago?”
“Well, he seems to believe that he can convince Rhett.”
Becca’s head whipped up and she blinked a couple of times while you tried to keep a straight face, and subtly pressed your index finger on your lips, giving her a slight grin. She let out a breath, then turned to Steve while Bucky scoffed.
“Yeah, that’s impossible.”
“What’s that about Chicago?” Becca asked and Steve heaved a sigh.
“Chicago’s prince became the new king recently,” he explained. “I thought it was hard to talk to his father, I spoke way too soon.”
“Yeah, he’s a dickhead,” Bucky pointed out while you bit inside your cheek to keep your laughter in. Becca sat up straighter.
“Why?”
“He doesn’t trust anyone who’s not from Chicago,” Steve said. “Refuses to do business with anyone else.”
“But doesn’t he kind of have to do it?” Becca asked. “Even we do business with other cities.”
“Chicago is different, Bec,” Bucky said. “They have their own rules, and as of now, they don’t actually need other cities.”
“Word on the street they might have to do it soon though,” Steve said. “Every boss in New York is trying to convince him, but as Bucky said, he’s a dickhead so…”
“That’s pointless, I’m telling you,” Bucky said as he typed at his laptop, then slammed the lid shut. “Okay, I’m done. Lunch?”
“I have a meeting with Sam,” Steve said as he stood up from the couch and he and Bucky walked to the door while Becca clicked her tongue, turning to look at you with a huge grin on her face.
“So,” she said and you hummed.
“Yes?”
“I take it he doesn’t know?”
“Nope.”
“None of them do?”
You shook your head, still smiling and Becca let out a laugh, then threw her arm over your shoulder.
“Nice plan,” she said and you giggled.
“Thank you,” you said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s go, you know how hungry therapy makes me.”
Chapter 20
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girl from the train station
"WAIT!" sheldon's voice called at the train that had just driven off. oh he was so screwed. his mom would be so mad; this had definitely put him off breaking rules for life.
he sighed and looked round to see if there was anyone he could ask for help. then he realised he was in germany, of course there wouldn't be many people that could help him! his german was good, but it could only take him so far.
"hey, are you okay?" your voice interrupted him from his thoughts. he looked up to see you, standing in front of him, a sympathetic smile on your face.
"hallo-." sheldon begins in german but you cut him off.
"i speak english, i'm here visiting family." you chuckle. sheldon finds himself smiling slightly as well, but quickly stops.
"oh well.. i'm definitely not okay, i just missed my train in a foreign country and my mom's going to kill me because she thinks i'm at the library." sheldon says, in a panicked tone.
"calm down," you say comfortingly, "i think my mom can help you get home."
"really? that would be wonderful." sheldon breathes out a sigh of relief.
"yeah.. i'm y/n. by the way. nice to meet you." you hold out your hand for him to shake.
"sheldon." he looks at your outstretched hand, and reluctantly shakes it.
you give him a confused look.
"sorry i don't really like physical contact, no offence but i don't know what germs you have." he states, matter-of-factly.
surprisingly, you laugh. "fair enough."
sheldon smiles slightly back. you seemed a nice enough girl, he felt like he could trust you.
"right, you're in luck, we just dropped my dad and brother off here, so we'll be able to take you back to your mom." you say, and lead him to where he had just bought that damn strudel that made him miss his train in the first place.
"mom" you approach a woman that looked like an older version of you, "sheldon missed his train home and has no way of getting back!"
"now now honey calm down." your mom says then turns to look at sheldon, "do you know where you're staying?"
sheldon nods and tells her where he's staying.
"oh, that's right around the corner from my parents, that'll be easy then, you can come with us if you'd like." your mom smiles at him.
"i.. would like that." sheldon nods.
"great!" you cheer. sheldon looks at you. although you weren't his type of person (then again, who was?), he found you endearing.
"let's go then!" you say, and the three of you walk to your mom's car.
"would you like to sit up front sheldon? i'm feeling generous." you smile at him.
"no thank you, it's statistically safer in the back." he says, but then sees your face drop a little. "thank you though." he adds, and smiles at you.
"that's fine, i'll keep you company." you take a seat beside sheldon in the back.
your mom starts the car, and then you were on your way back to sheldon's hotel.
"so where are you from sheldon?" you ask, wanting to find some things out about him.
"medford, texas. what about you?" he nods.
"nice, i'm from (insert place here)." you respond.
"how come you're in germany anyway, sounds like a long way from home?" you chuckle.
"i'm here at grad school." sheldon responds.
"grad school?! wow you must be a genius." your eyes widen.
sheldon sees your reaction and chuckles.
"i am, i started college at 11." he subtly brags.
"11?? woah!" unlike many other kids his age, you seemed impressed and in awe of him. he liked that.
"yeah." sheldon says.
"i wish i was as smart as you." you look at him.
"it's just a natural gift." he responds. "i'm sure you're good at other things that i'm not. for example sports."
you giggle. "maybe i am. then."
for the rest of the car journey, you and sheldon talked about yourselves. sheldon learnt you came to germany quite a lot because your grandparents lived here, you had an older brother who annoyed the living hell out of you (he could relate) and you were a swimmer. he found himself quite enjoying talking to you, and was quite sorry when he arrived back to his hotel.
"here we are, it's been a pleasure driving you home sheldon." your mom speaks up from the front.
"thank you so much for driving me." he smiles politely.
"mom, please can i walk sheldon in!" you beg.
"alright, but don't be too long." she smiles fondly at you.
"come on." you say to sheldon who thanks your mom again and you walk up to his shared room.
you reach to a stop outside of his door and sigh.
"well.. it was nice meeting you sheldon." you smile sadly at him.
"and you. i had a great time talking to you in the car." he smiles back.
"yeah uhh.. maybe i could give you my number, in case you'd want to talk again..? you can tell me more about your string theory." you feel your face heat up and look down.
sheldon's eyes widen "uhh yeah okay." he surprises himself.
"here." you take hold of his hand and write your number on it, using a pen from you pocket.
"i'll call you." he nods. "well goodbye y/n.."
"bye sheldon." you reply and before he can stop you, you place a quick kiss on his cheek and walk off.
sheldon brought his hand to his cheek, open-mouthed. first, he lied to his mom, then he snuck out, and now he had just been kissed by a girl!
maybe today hadn't been so bad after all.
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By Your Side
Georgie Cooper x grieving! best friend! Reader
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Requested by Anonymous: "hii:) so my idea is that reader is kinda sad cause she lost someone that she loves (u can choose) and Georgie is just there comforting her"
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Angst,one bad word, slight fluff
A/N: I'm kinda basing this off of Season 6 Georgie, but there is no Mandy and no baby.
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It's always good to have someone close by at all times. Someone who you know will love and care for you. That someone who knows what to say, even if you didn't ask. Because someday, something really terrible is going to happen, and that's when you'll need your someone.
For Y/N, that day was August 12, 1994. Y/N was 19 when she woke up from her sleep to answer the phone. Her parents owned a small rotary phone that kept its place on the kitchen wall. It was surprising that the girl could hear it from her room.
She sat up in her bed with a loud groan. One at a time, she carefully moved her legs to hang off her bed. When her feet touched the floor, she stood up and began to make her way to the constant ringing coming from the kitchen.
When she reached the phone, she leaned back, stretching her back, and released another loud groan. She pulled the device from off the wall and placed it to her ear. "Hello," she groggily said into the phone.
"Hello, is this Y/M/N or Y/D/N speaking?" the person said from the other side of the phone.
She looked around suspiciously before speaking again. "No, this is their daughter, Y/N. Is there something I can help you with?" Y/N responded back to the person.
"I'm sorry, but your grandmother, Patty, died in her sleep a couple of hours ago," The person said.
At first, Y/N thought it was a prank, but who jokes about someone's grandmother dying. Her body froze as the thought of never seeing my grandmother ran through her mind. Her hands began to shake, threatening to let go of the phone. She began to sob lightly. "Thank you," she said with broken words.
The person sadly said, "I'm sorry for your loss. And I want you to know that you and your family are in our prayers." And with that, they ended the call.
Everyone in the house and probably the neighboring houses heard the teenage girl's sobs become heavy tears as I fell to the floor with a loud scream. The phone slammed against the wall right before Y/N's parents came running in.
"Honey, what's wrong?" her father said as he walked up to the wailing girl to comfort her. "Nana's dead," she said through choked sobs. Her mother gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. If Y/N had looked up, she would have seen the same hurt on her face, on her mother's face.
Y/N's father began to rub both of their backs as he calmly said, "Oh." He didn't know what to say to that. He thought that maybe, someone had broken into the house, but this was a completely different situation.
Now he knew his wife's mother was old, and it was a matter of time before she died, but Y/M/N's mother was almost like Y/N's best friend. They talked about boys together. They crocheted together. Patty could be seen at every school play and concert. Patty was Y/N's #1 supporter... well, besides Georgie Cooper.
Before anyone else could open their mouths to say something else, Y/N stood from her spot on the floor and ran out of the room. "Where are you going, honey?" Her father asked, her mother still in tears.
"Out," she called back, grabbing her jacket from the coat rack, and rushing out of the house.
Y/N didn't have anything on her when she left her house. No wallet. No form of ID. But none was needed because she was just going up the street to the Cooper's. The Coopers were always like my second family. They treated me to meals. if my parents were away on business trips, a bed to sleep in, and she always felt like she had siblings in their kids, seeing as she was an only child.
Looking for Georgie, she went to the garage, where she knew Georgie would be. She pounded on the door. Still teary-eyed from earlier. When Georgie opened the door, he stopped himself in his tracks as he saw his best friend crying.
"Who was it? Do you want me to beat their ass?" He said, balling up his fists. Y/N shook her head no as she quickly slipped past Georgie and into his "home." She made her way to his bed and sat on it.
"My grandmother died a couple of hours ago," she said as she sadly looked down at her feet. Georgie looked at his friend with concern as he sat beside her. He pulled her into his side as he slowly began to rub her back.
"Wow, I didn't see that coming," he said before continuing. "I know how much she meant to you. And honestly, if I found out my Meemaw died, I wouldn't be as strong either." His words soothed the girl enough to make her stop crying, but it wasn't enough to get her out of her "funk."
Georgie looked down when he felt the girl begin to move out from his hold. She carefully moved to the center of the bed, where she got under the covers and laid. "Cuddle me?" she muttered.
Georgie stood with a small, "Yeah. Sure." He got ready for bed, throwing on a pair of pajama pants before hopping in next to the girl. He threw his arm around her waist, feeling the silk fabric from her pajamas on his skin, and he lay there quietly.
It wasn't long before Y/N fell asleep. She had one of the longest nights a person could ever have. And it's safe to say that she earned a good night's sleep.
Georgie hovered over the girl as he took in the girl's soft snores. He carefully moved the hair from Y/N's face as he traced the small tear lines covering her face. Placing a kiss on the girl's forehead, he turned off the light and laid back down, holding the girl. He soon fell asleep, and they both slept peacefully.
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Georgie Cooper x Reader| Jealousy
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Georgie was the frustrating kind to date. He always flirted with other girls but hates for another guy to even come close to me. It was hard. He didn't understand why it was upsetting to me that he flirted with other girls but could get heavily upset when I even showed another guy a smidge of attention. Georgie Cooper didn't understand what a double standard was, but he could be used as one. He can flirt with other girls but I can't flirt with other guys. He keeps saying it's different. How is it different?!
Y/n: How is it weird?
Georgie: It just is!
Y/n: That Rob invited me over to his house to work on our project?
Georgie: You don't know what he's gonna try on you.
Y/n: Try on me? And how am I supposed to react to you going round Jessica's house for your two's project?
Georgie: That's different. She's not a guy and I'm happily taken.
Y/n: Rob has a girlfriend and she's okay with it. I even spoke to her myself!
Georgie: I heard they've been having problems and you're a very pretty girl, he might make a move on you instead.
Y/n: And she's not pretty?
Georgie: Not as pretty as you- don't roll your eyes. I'm complimenting you!
Y/n: It's not a compliment if you degrade another girl while doing it.
Georgie: "Degrade"? We're using big words now?
Y/n: You're putting her down to make me look good.
Georgie: And? Her boyfriend trying it on with another girl!
Y/n: Rob is not trying it on with me! What? Is Jessica trying it on with you?!
Georgie: Don't think so. Even if it wouldn't matter because I would choose you over her any day.
Y/n: So why does it matter with Rob? You know I would never do something like that to you.
Georgie: A guy can push a girl off easier than a girl can push a guy off.
Y/n: That's not always true.
Georgie: Most of the time.
Y/n: Georgie please!
Georgie: No! I won't let it happen. I won't leave you alone with him.
Y/n: Then join us!
Georgie: Fine.
I don't get the double standard! I'm trying my hardest and I just don't get it! Throughout our relationship we've had bumps that always involves other girls and Georgie's dim brain. He never understood what he did wrong and sometimes I needed time away from him.
George: What's wrong with you?
Georgie: Y/n yelled and threw her bag at me.
George: Why?
Georgie: Apparently I was flirting with this girl and being 'inconsiderate'. I don't even know what that means.
George: It means you're not thinking of her feelings and how treating another girl the way you treat her is out of line.
Georgie: Really but I only want her. She's my girlfriend.
George: Treat her like it then!
Georgie: Okay! I will, don't yell at me.
Georgie: Seems it's the only way to get it inside that head of yours.
I went to Connie with almost everything. I didn't see my mother often and we weren't that close because of it. Connie seemed to be the only one who listened.
Connie: What's wrong with you?
Y/n: What's wrong with your grandson?
Connie: Where do you want to start? The fact he used to bang his head against the wall when he needed an idea?
Y/n: That's a good start but I was thinking about his stupidity and tendency to flirt with other girls.
Connie: Right in there, okay.
Y/n: He called me dramatic.
Connie: When was this?
Y/n: About 10 minutes ago when I threw my bag into his face.
Connie: Did he get hurt?
Y/n: Don't think so.
Connie: Shame. Should've broke his nose, could've taught him.
Y/n: I've been thinking about it.
Connie: So what was her name?
Y/n: Jessica. His project partner who has a very obvious crush on him. I mean so obvious that her friend told me to "watch out" and Georgie is just feeding into it.
Connie: Does he know that?
Y/n: Can't remember if I told him before or after I threw my bag at him.
Connie: He deserved it. Don't feel bad.
Y/n: Is it bad that I do?
Connie: Sort of. That's why you keep forgiving him.
Y/n: Maybe but that's because he keeps-
Georgie: Y/n I know you're in there! Please! I wanna apologise and I got you something!
Y/n: -doing shit like that.
Connie: Go talk to him. I don't wanna keep hearing his whining on my porch.
He always had this soppy way of apologising.
Georgie: I am very sorry for my actions and it was wrong of me to ever speak to Jessica the way I speak to you. I only want to be with you and I love you more than anyone or anything! I even got you these flowers because you said you were sad that you never got them growing up which shows that I do listen to you and care about what you say! And I-
Y/n: Georgie, enough. I forgive you. I just want you to stop with the excessive flirting especially with girls that have a thing for you, it's not fair for them.
Georgie: She had a thing for me? I didn't know that.
Y/n: I told you that.
Georgie: When?
Y/n: During the argument.
Georgie: You see I was trying to dodge this bag that was being hurled at me and then I was busy getting hit by said bag so really it's the bag's fault I didn't know.
Y/n: Whatever, blame the bag.
Georgie: Can I give you some attention now please?
Y/n: Yes, just get off your Meemaw's porch before she throws her bag at you too.
Georgie kept apologising in this way until present day. Even with us now in our forties and 4 kids, a successful tire business and big house. George Cooper Jr still apologised in the same way after every argument. On his knees with some gift or his pride in his hands and I still accepted because he never had any bad intentions towards me and he'd do anything to fix his or my problems.
George(Jr): You are my gorgeous wife and I made a promise to never hurt you in anyway and I've made you upset which is unacceptable. I realise my mistake and I want you to know that I will do anything to fix this just tell me how to fix it. I promise I will try harder with the twins-
Y/n: George...
George: Yes?
Y/n: Just don't lie to the twins again. I won't take the blame for you messing up their lunch again. You know Liam hates jam sandwiches.
George: He's such a picky eater, I can't keep up with all of it!
Y/n: George...
George: Right! No excuses. I'm sorry my beautiful wife, I won't do it again. I love you very much.
Y/n: Good. Now get off your knees I know they're killing, old man.
George: Thank you so much, they were about to give out.
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