#hug them love them squeeze them and call them george

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My farmer Fern with Shane by @lonely--seeker

They're so darn cute I just 🤌

Of course she fell for the grumpy grungy guy cause he was cute with chickens I mean... who wouldn't??? 😩

And then they met again at the best Flower dance of their lives cause I'm a huge softy and I love a happy ending 😭

Thank you for this @lonely--seeker I can't believe how well their fricking cuteness comes out in this. I'm having cuteness aggression I just wanna squish them together🫸🫷 UGH

[wroetominter]

Wedding Guests - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n have a history, that makes an appearance at their friends wedding.

Pairing: George X Femreader

Warnings: slight smut

I stepped out of my cab, thanking the driver as I pulled my weekender bag over my shoulder and carried my dress bags into the lobby of the gorgeous hotel Ethan and Faith had decided to get married at. Some of the guests had opted to stay the night before in the hotel block, wanting to extend the festivities as much as possible.

After checking in, I made my way to the fifth floor where my room was located. Walking down the hall I saw my room, 513. Going to unlock it, the door next to mine opened and I saw George Clarke exiting. It had been awhile since I had seen him.

"Hey George" he looked over to his name being called, smiling at me.

"Hello Y/n, lovely to see you." He gave me a little hug. "Let's catch up when you're settled yeah? Me and the boys are down in the bar if you'd like to join.

"Yeah sounds good to me, give me 10 and I'll meet you down there." He made his way to the lift as I unlocked my room.

Noticing my room had an adjoining door to George's, I figured we would end up being a party space for our friends and made mental note to tell everyone when I saw them.

I changed into something more appropriate for evening, a nice pair of jeans and a basic black tank top. After freshening up my hair and makeup, I grabbed my wallet and key card, sliding them into my pocket and making my way back downstairs where I knew I would find everyone in the bar.

I ran into Faith and a few of her friends in the lobby, squeezing her tight and giving her congratulations again and gushing about how excited I was for the wedding tomorrow. She agreed and her and her group made their way towards the restaurant.

Slipping into the bar, I scanned the surprisingly crowded room for anyone I recognized. I jumped as I felt and arm slide around my waist, turning to the side and seeing Arthur TV. "You scared the shit out of me Arthur." I wrapped my arm around his waist reciprocating his previous movements.

"Sorry Y/n, didn't mean to truly. You looked lost I figured you could use a friendly face." He said so innocently I couldn't help but forgive him.

"I appreciate your face" I gave his cheek a little squeeze and he led me to a booth at the back of the room.

I slid into the booth next to Arthur, and then George blocked me in. We sat with Bach, Harry, and Reev for the evening, chatting about everything we had been up to since the last time we had seen each other. I had been so busy with taking on streaming I hadn't been at as many events as I would have liked to attend. It seemed the boys agreed as I told them I would make more time to visit everyone.

"Do you want a drink love?" George asked nudging my side. Throughout this evening he had been scooting closer and closer into me. George and I had an odd history - a flirtationship really. We had always gotten along well, but after the last trip abroad to Spain we had sort of lost some of that relationship. I think in part due to my absence, and also the growing fame he had acquired taking up the majority of his time as well.

"I'd love one. I'll have a"- he interrupted my sentence.

"A tequila ginger ale?" He asked. A smile grew across my face. I nodded and he got up from the booth to go order our drinks.

"He talks about you constantly, y'know." Arthur whispered to me. I stared at him for a second.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"He misses you. A lot. Talks constantly about your trips abroad, hanging out with you, everything. I think coming around more would be good for him. And for you." I let myself sit with those words for a while. I missed George too. It wasn't exactly a secret that his wit was charming, not to mention his striking good looks. He really was different to most guys I knew.

A glass was sat down in front of me, garnished with a lime, just the way I liked it.

"Thank you Georgie." I used the nickname I used to call him frequently.

He rolled his eyes, tossing a lazy arm around my shoulders. Normally a friendly gesture, but this time there was a different feeling attached. "You're welcome darling." I felt myself stiffen at his comment. He must have noticed, as he pulled his arm back to his side. I instantly regretted my natural awkwardness and looked back to him, seeing he had a slight blush on his cheeks. I set my hand on his, resting on his leg. A silent reassurance that I wasn't upset with his movements.

The night drew closer to an end, and we all decided to retire to our rooms.

I walked with George, seeing as our rooms were right next to each other. The silence between us was comfortable.

As we got to our rooms, I paused, looking over to George who had done the same thing, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, I guess sometimes I just feel like nothing has changed with us." He admitted, looking down at the floor.

"George - you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was taken aback a little I guess. I'm not used to it anymore either. I'm unfortunately too awkward these days. I didn't mean to snub you." His spirits seemed to lift, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I felt myself back months ago, staring in the same eyes, but the situation much different.

"Goodnight Y/n, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow." He said, unlocking the room to his door and heading inside.

I sighed, following suit and entering my room.

———

After getting myself entirely ready, the only thing I had left to do was choose a dress. I had brought two, not sure what mood I would be in. The wedding was a formal event, and both dresses would work well for the occasion. I had a brown dress with a slit halfway up the side, and it wrapped around my body, with small sleeves on the top. My second option was a dark green satin spaghetti strapped dress that hugged around my torso, and flowed out towards the bottom slightly.

I couldn't make up my mind. I felt like I was going insane just trying the two of them on non stop.

Giving in, deciding I needed a second opinion I opened my side of the adjoining door. I knocked, and shortly George opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking more handsome than he ever had. I gasped at the sight of him as he opened the door.

He smirked and laughed "I know, I look insane."

"Not exactly the word I would have used, but. Anyway - I need advice. I have this dress" I gestured to the brown dress I was wearing. "And this one" I held up the green one. "And I need help choosing which one I should wear." George eyed me up and down, making me suddenly feel self conscious.

"Try the other one on, I can't envision it." I nodded, shutting the door and quickly changing.

It was my turn to make him gasp this time, as I opened the door. "That's the one." He said, adjusting the bow tie he was wearing. I smiled, grabbing my small bag and tossing my phone inside.

"Thank you Georgie. I knew I could count on you." I shut the door and followed him into the hallway. He held out his arm and I gladly linked mine with his as we made our way to the ballroom.

The ceremony was first, the hall we were in was decorated elegantly and I found a free space in one of the pews. George sat next to me, and I felt comfort knowing someone I knew would be near me. He grabbed my hand, silently comforting me as the ceremony began.

———

I wiped a few stray tears from my eyes as Ethan and Faith said their 'I do's' and they were pronounced man and wife. I loved love. Seeing others happy always made me cry.

They announced that the reception was in a separate room, and they led us to the new location.

We were greeted by ushers, showing us to our assigned seats. I was nervous, sat at a table with people I didn't know very well. I could still see George, the next table away looking much more confident than I felt. He locked eyes with me, eyeing me up and down and mouthing that I would be fine. He knew me so well.

I made small talk with those near me, watching the speeches from all of the loved ones who knew the groom and bride best. It was a beautiful night, and I was excited to keep this party going.

Drinks flowed, and conversations kept everyone in high spirits throughout the night.

An arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell the beer on George's breath as he pulled me close to him. His hand was resting cheekily right above my bum, the other holding my waist. "You look so lovely tonight Y/n. I've missed seeing you." He admitted. I smiled at him, placing my hands on his chest, he had long ditched the suit jacket, presumably due to the warm atmosphere, or the amount of drinks he had consumed.

"Thank you, I missed you too." He looked like he was about to lean in, but I chalked up to my imagination as he never acted on the supposed movement.

"I'm ready to go back up to my room. How about you?" he asked. I checked the time, seeing it was well after midnight at this point.

"I think that's a good idea." I followed his lead, congratulating Faith and Ethan again as George said his good nights to his friends.

George wrapped his arm around me as we went to leave the room. "Come on!" I heard Arthur call out, George shot him a look, and Arthur simply winked back.

Once at my hotel room door, I opened it, standing in the doorway looking at George. We stood staring at each other for a few moments, the silence building a tension I was sure we both felt.

"George..." I started, building up some courage. "You've been staring at this dress all night, don't you want to see what it looks like on the floor?" His eyes widened and he stepped forward, grabbing my face with both of his hands, pressing his lips to mine fiercely. We stumbled into the room, door closing behind us.

I fumbled with the buttons on his top, eager to reveal his toned chest. He helped with the last few, the shirt falling off behind us as George's hands slid the zipper down the back of my dress, the satin pooling around my feet in an instant, leaving me clad in nothing but my underwear. It felt normal to be this vulnerable with George, despite this being the first time he had seen me like this.

He unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them off and grabbing me by the legs, pulling me onto the bed straddling his lap. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants, and I knew I was about to be in for an exciting night.

“I can’t tell you how long I have been waiting for this invitation” he kissed me softly, holding me close.

This was more than just physical for me, and now I felt it may be for him as well. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed me.

“I wish we would have started this in Spain.” He smiled into the kiss, hooking his fingers into my underwear and flipping us over, sliding them down my legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” He breathed hot air where I needed him most. My heart raced in anticipation, feeling him push my legs apart, leaning in and swiping his tongue over my core. My back arched up in pleasure, meeting his face as he began his work on me.

My hands were tangled in his hair as his tongue drew circles, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. I gasped as he slid his fingers inside me, curling and pushing in and out of me, driving me closer to my peak. “George, please,” I begged, needing this release more than I needed my next breath.

He kept his pace, bringing my orgasm crashing over me. My breath jagged and rough as I rode out my orgasm. He sat up, smirking at the state he had me in. I sat myself up on my elbows, staring at him. His chest had small beads of sweat on it, and my eyes trailed lower, fixating them on his pants, the outline of his penis threatening to escape from how hard he was. “George”

“Yes darling?” He leaned in closer.

“I’m yours.” That was all he needed. He pulled his pants down, releasing his erection. I needed him.

He leaned down to kiss me again, lining himself up with my vagina, and pushing in as he kissed me. He was better than I could have imagined. His pace was perfect, thrusting in and out at a perfect rhythm. He kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he worked his magic.

I could tell he was getting closer, as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled out abruptly, flipping to his back and taking himself in his hand, giving himself the final few pumps he needed to finish. The sight was probably one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.

We laid there in a comfortable silence, both panting. I decided I should help George, getting up and grabbing a towel to clean him up.

I laid myself into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I like you, Y/n.” He said softly.

I laughed, holding myself up to look at him. He stared back at me, looking nervous at my laughter at his admission.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just, I like you to George. It just felt obvious from the last fifteen minutes.” It was his turn to laugh. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me again, and again, and again.

“I just wanted to hear you say it.”

A knock on the door startled us from the moment we were having.

“Who on earth could that be?” I whispered.

“If I had to guess, probably Arthur.” George said, getting up and pulling his pants and top back on.

I wrapped the duvet over my body, shielding myself from the door.

George cracked the door slightly, and I could barely hear the whispers being exchanged.

George returned to the bed, taking his top back off and sliding in next to me, cuddling into my side.

“Arthur?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Unfortunately. He was making sure I finally admitted feelings for you.” I laughed.

“We’ll spare him the horny details.” I said, kissing his cheek and laying on his chest.

The details of this night could stay between us, for now.

[ynbabe]

Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2. part 2

Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'

PT-1 w/Charles, Carlos, Lando, Oscar, George, Lewis, Lance & Fernando

Max

You had just gotten off the phone with your mother, so obviously tears were stinging your eyes and the urge to punch a wall was getting stronger by the minute. Unfortunately, you weren't the only one dealing with less-than-loving parents.

"But that's not fair, no one's perfect, I've won five out of eight races," He yelled into the phone to a louder voice responding from the other end. Max looked defeated, with red under his eyes and hair sticking up where he dragged his hands through it.

"No, I didn't fucking let them win, it's their job too," he stood right by the door, slamming it behind him, "Whatever, bye," he cut the call, standing still for a few seconds, glaring at his phone, knowing him debating between throwing it at a wall or stomping on it.

"Wanna nap?" You asked him, setting your phone on the coffee table and letting yourself fall face first on to the hotel bed. Max followed suit, one arm over your waist.

“Damn, can you imagine if we swapped places as kids?” You thought out loud as sleep neared making Max scoff.

He turned to you and in a dead serious tone replied, “Y/n/n, you’d be a serial killer and I’d probably be in jail, now let me sleep, you’re warm,” The man’s response was screech worthy, making you want to smack him but for once, he was right, you were very warm and cuddly and so was he, a fight could wait, sleep was now.

Logan

“LOGAN!” You screamed, knocking on his hotel room door, hoping the man would hurry to answer.

You couldn’t believe the man had launched an entire app without even giving you a hint! You were so proud of him and you couldn’t wait to celebrate. You waited to see his smiling face, knowing you were going to shower him with praises and way too many hugs but when he opened the door, his demeanour was nothing like you had expected.

“Dude didn’t you just launch an app? Why the no good sad face?” You asked as you walked in past him.

He sighed as he sat on his bed, working away at his laptop and a hundred pages spread out. You couldn’t help but frown.

“Logan, Logan,” you called out, ultimately pulling the boys head to face yours, “what the fuck mate, you should be happy right now, what’s wrong?” You asked, disturbed that your happy go lucky, it is what it is friend was so sullen.

“The cars fucked, I have no future, my team fucking hates me, my best and only friend literally never talks to me and I feel like a fucking failure,” he went of on you, slamming his laptop shut making you flinch.

You stared unimpressed at his little charade to keep you away, unfortunately you had grown up with the man and knew his tantrums and breakdowns, “First of all, your only friend? What am I chopped liver? Secondly, James Vowles can fuck off for all I care, you deserve so much better then that ratchet ass team, thirdly you just launch your own app, need I go on?” You presented embodying your inner George Russell as you picked Logan’s laptop and papers off his bed.

“But still-” his face was still down and he continued to doubt himself.

“Look,” you say next to him, holding his hand in yours, “it’s been a tough few years, not gonna lie, but you’re going to pull through cause you are one of the most talented people I know,” you squeezed his hand, “also you can’t give up because you promised you’d get rich and pay for everything.” You shrugged and pulled him to lay on the bed.

He huffed, smacking a pillow on your face, “so that’s why you’re friends with me? Not my dazzling personality? How could you? This is a betrayal, I’m betrayed,” he joked, finally getting back to his normal self, but you were still worried about him.

You turned to the man enveloping him in your arms, the man immediately returning the favour immediately. You let yourself fall into a comfortable sleep, telling yourself to do this more often.

Daniel

“Hey, are you busy?” Daniel had said softly as he entered your room immediately raising red flags in your mind, never once hand the man been so quiet. You quickly put away your stuff on the night stand patting the spot on the bed next to you to let him sit.

“Yeah, is everything okay? You look tired, Danny,” you asked to nothing but silence from the man. A few seconds passed and you could see how wet his eyes were.

“Dan-”

“I’m so tired y/n/n,” he spoke in a hoarse whisper, scaring you, what did he mean by that? “I’m just, I can’t, I’m doing everything I can and it isn’t enough, I- I,” he tried speaking but he couldn’t without choking.

You tired not to cry with him, the only man you’d always known to be laughing and happy even in the worst of circumstances, keeping everyone’s spirits up was sitting here in front of you, so hopeless.

You didn’t think twice before pulling him in a hug, cradling him as you both sank into a laying position. “You’re tired, mate, let’s take a nap, it’ll be okay Danny, I promise, it’s going to be fine,” you whispered into his hair making him nod.

You felt him drift off as the tears slowed down and you couldn’t help passing out in the warmth either knowing when you wake up you’d find a way to make the man himself again.

Yuki

“Can I please marry you?” You begged for what seemed the tenth time that day much to Yuki’s irritation.

“I am never cooking for you ever again,” he complained falling onto the sofa next to you, watching the sitcom tv rather than paying attention to you.

“Please, you know you loved the tiramisu I made,” you boasted, opening up a button on your shirt to allow you to breath. The amount of food you and Yuki had consumed for individuals of your sizes were seriously guiness worthy.

He whined knowing you had won that argument, “fine but I want the recipe as a wedding gift,” he joked making the both of you laugh.

“Dude I’m ready to go into a food coma for the next ten fucking years,” you confessed, making the man nod in agreement.

“I’ve eaten enough for the next damn week.”

“We should nap,” you spoke out loud, turning to the man next to you, “wanna nap?”

“Yup,” he immediately answered to which you both pounced on either ends of the sofa, shifting into comfortable positions, making sure neither was kicking the other, his legs on the coffee table pulled close to the sofa and yours curled up closed to you.

Pierre

“Fuck me,” you groaned as another one of your projects fell through. You threw your phone on the table in front of you, sighing as you did.

“Do mind if I do,” joked an irritating grating voice from behind you, from your bed, you had honestly forgotten your friend had been there after another pissy fight with his sweetheart teammate.

“Keep talking Gasly, I’ll call Ocon over make it a threesome,” you laughed as you joined him, pushing him to one side to make space.

The man looked honestly disgusted, “I can’t believe you’d stoop low enough to even joke about that, standards babe, standards,” he scoffed looking at you judgementally to which you rolled your eyes.

“Damn I guess we won’t be making love, sad, I was actually going to agree for once, I’ll just ask Estie then” you fake sighed, feigning disappointment, much to the other man’s horror.

“Shut up, Y/n,” he knocked your shoulder with his after he saw your grin, fighting a yawn as you pushed him back.

“Do you wanna nap?” You asked, equally tired and dejected about your failed project, he nodded and pulled the both of you into a more comfortable position, turning in to face you, burying his face in your neck and you let your hand play with his silky blonde locks, falling into a comfortable sleep.

Esteban

“BITCH, YOU WILL NOT BELIVE THE SHIT I’VE JUST SEEN-” you yelled as you ran into Esteban’s driver room, seeing him lying on the makeshift bed.

You immediately jumped in next to him, waking him up in a startle, “MERDE! Y/n?” He yelled in fear and then confusion, looking around as if a swat team had burst in, “what is wrong with you?” He screeched as he pulled his hands over his face in exhaustion, “you’re a worse gossip than Pierre,” he grunted lying back down.

You animatedly threw yourself down next to him, using his arm as a pillow. “I abhor that accusation, actually,” you grumbled but gave in nonetheless, “okay so look at this photo and tell me what you see,” you showed his your phone, a photo you’d gotten out of a greedy paparazzi’s hand as a media control agent in Mercedes.

The man next to you suddenly seemed much more awake, “Is that Nico fucking Rosberg?” He whisper- yelled into your ears, snatching the phone out your hands.

“Yup,” you grinned popping the p, “bought that shit for eleven thousand dollars,” he whistled, “that was taken at 4 am at Lewis’s hotel,” you whispered, turning your body to face his.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, “I thought these were rumours?” He asked gleefully.

“Nope, this isn’t even the first time I’ve had to do damage control,” you sighed, trying to get your phone back but it was pulled away by the taller man.

“You mean there’s gossip you haven’t told me? Your best friend, whose room you’re currently hiding in? Interrupting my nap time?”

“You, Estie, are such a drama queen,” you teased him, pulling your phone out of his hand. “And we can definitely nap, I spent all night trying to convince that asshole to drop the story,” you kept you phone in your pocket as Esteban made himself comfortable, both of you letting yourselves rest after the tiring day you had.

Zhou

“How are you not broke?” The man yelled in astonishment as he saw at the amount of bags in the Prada assistants hands, choosing to ignore his own in another’s, he was allowed to spend he technically was a millionaire, even without his family and sponsors.

You looked at him with raised brows as you opened the doors your apartment building, you and Zhou both owning the penthouses, yours above his.

You let the men drop the bags off on your floor, keeping Zhou waiting, making him annoyed to your amusement. When the men finally left you simply answered, “Samsung shares.”

Zhou groaned “Spoilt child,” and headed into the guest suite as you headed into your room, “look whose talking I have my own assistant at the mall,” you called out behind you. That had been funny, the man followed Zhou to every shop, holding the bags you both collected till you needed another.

You both walked out and showed each other the clothes and accessories you had bought, occasionally swapping one or two. As the day progressed into late evening you called for food, tired from the little fashion show you had.

“I need a nap,” you groaned, folding your feet as you sat on the dinning table chair.

“My legs are killing me,” Zhou agreed, not only had he had a terrible work out in the morning but you both had covered way more than 10,000 steps in that mall.

“Want to nap?” You offered, knowing very well he could just go a floor below to his own home.

“Sure, turn on screen mirroring on your tv, I’ll show you the drivers chat,” he said heading into your room and you ran behind him with glee.

The gossip was the best part of being friends with Zhou, that and the really warm cuddles he gave, “oh my god, Charles and Max again?” You laughed and leaned on his shoulders as he relayed all the details to you, his voice slowly softening as you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[clarkeyshill]

deeply still in love

arthur hill x fem reader

summary: two exes who find their way back to each other

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𝄞 Well, hey there, lover, I heard you're sober now, It must be easier without me around 𝄞

you stood in the bar with a water in your hand watching as your group of friends yapped drunkenly with each other making you laugh from a distance. you had been sober for just over 6 months now, at first coming to clubs and bars was hard because you felt obliged to drink so you stopped spending nights with your closest friends but eventually you got over it and know you were the permanent designated driver.

you swigged the final drop of water from your cup handing back to the bartender with a smile before deciding to go get some fresh air. you made your way outside wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold december air sent goosebumps over your exposed skin.

“y/n?” a familiar voice called from behind you making you whip around, a few feet away you spotted chris, george and arthur frederick and your eyes quickly scanned for another but couldn’t find him.

the three boys rushed towards you in their drunken states tackling you into a bear hug making you laugh happily, “hello!”

george bounced around like a golden retriever wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “we’ve missed you! we haven’t seen you in ages!” he drew out each word look at his mates who nodded in agreement, “you should come drink with us! let me buy you a drink!”

you reluctantly agreed allowing the three boys to guide you back to the bar, “what you drinking y/n/n?”

“just a water for me please.” you smiled kindly at the bartender, who nodded turning to make the four of them their drinks.

“you wankers! where the fuck did you go?” a voice called towards the three boys and you froze at the familiarity of it, the voice that used to calm your every thoughts and that brought you so much comfort, “you’re a bunch of twats!”

george, arthur and chris looked between yourself and arthur hill sheepishly.

arthur’s ranting quickly paused when he laid his eyes on you, drinking in all of your features he had missed so deeply over the past year and a half. his eyes scanned your face adoring how your eyes still looked at him with a certain softness that was saved specifically for him.

“hi.”

“hi.”

you smiled at him, and he smiled back making the three boys beside the pair cough awkwardly as arthurtv handed you your drink and you thanked him softly, “no vodka and cranberry?” your ex questioned looking at the clear liquid in your hands.

“i don’t drink anymore.” you told him and he nodded with a proud smile on his face, “i haven’t drank in half a year.”

george pulled at chris’ arm gesturing for them to leave you and arthur alone which arthurtv and chris agreed to making their way towards a random empty table. you twirled on your seat at the bar looking at arthur through your eyelashes as he took the stool next to you.

“half a year?”

you nodded sipping your water, “well done,” he congratulated you squeezing your free hand softly, “must be easier without me forcing you to go out every weekend.”

you hummed pursing your lips, “you could say that.” you smirked teasing him slightly making him laugh.

𝄞 Go tell your mother that she did nothing wrong cause you seem happier ever since I've been gone 𝄞

you sat on your sofa cuddled under a thick throw with your laptop on your lap scrolling through your youtube explore page to watch something as you got cosy for the night. since you and arthur broke up broke up a year ago, you had spent most of your nights sleeping on the couch not used to the emptiness of your bed quite yet.

as you scrolled, your eyes landed on a thumbnail that held arthur and his mum on their podcast and you smiled lightly seeing his smile. he looked happy, happier than he had in the last months of your relationship.

you had seen his social media posts many times over the past months - not seeing the use of unfollowing each other - and he was genuinely happy, focusing on himself and his music, it made your heart simultaneously melt and break.

you clicked on the video watching the mother-son duo joke and laugh with eachother as they always did making tears prick in your eyes as a lump formed in your throat, it was strange seeing two of the people you held closer to your heart become more distant as time went on. you knew deep down that eventually, arthur would find a new, better, girlfriend who lisa would take in just like she had with you and you’d be forgotten.

it was normal, a part of life.

as long as he’s happy, is all you thought watching the pod with a haze of memories for your years spent together.

𝄞 Well, I heard you might've found somebody new I still can't swallow it 𝄞

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arthur sat in the kitchen with george and chris scrolling through his feed mindlessly as he chewed down on the meal chris had made for the three of them. he scrolled until he stopped on your recent post and his throat closed as his stomach dropped, arthur quickly dropped his fork making a b-line to the bathroom and his food came straight back out as he gagged.

chris and george looked at each other in confusion as arthur came back into the kitchen as if nothing had just happened but his mates could tell something was up by his moody attitude towards them.

but george and chris brushed it off with a shrug letting their friend come to them whenever he was ready to talk about whatever was bothering him.

𝄞 But I think I'm proud of you 𝄞

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arthurnfhill hey guys no biggie just taking a break from tour to tell you that my first EP ‘in the middle of somewhere’ is coming out on the 14th of february. oh and a song called lily will also be all yours at midnight tonight. in other words its all bloody happening and i am VERY excited. if your feeling generous you can presave the EP from the link in my bio. love ya.

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┃ userone oh my gosh

┃ usertwo not our parents interacting 🥲

𝄞 And I went out tonight Shit don't feel the same, I try and bury it 'til I called her by your name 𝄞

arthur stumbled into his flat knocking things over as he made his way to the livingroom shushing himself as he did so trying not to wake up his flatmates, which failed. george came out of his room looking at his best friend, who was slumped against the wall, in concern, “how much did you drink?” he questioned, helping arthur to the living room.

“i didn’t even wanna drink.” arthur shook his head, plopping down on the sofa pulling the throw over him, “but i couldn’t stop thinking about her.”

the sadness in arthur’s voice made george look down at his friend with sympathy, “it’s okay, mate.” george comforted high, rubbing his shoulder softly.

“i miss her, george.”

george nodded letting arthur drop his head into his chest with a sigh, “i called the girl i was with by her name as well, and then i looked like a loser drinking by myself.”

“what do you wanna do?” george asked, making arthur shrug in defeat, “are you going to talk to y/n?”

arthur shot up almost falling back into the cushions, “i can’t do that, she has a new boyfriend, and she’s happy.”

george pressed his lips together hiding what he knew but arthur didn’t let it go unnoticed, even in his drunken state he knew when his friend was hiding something! “you know something.”

george chewed at his cheek before nodding, “y/n told becky that she isn’t happy with her boyfriend.”

george had paraphrased what you had said to becky leaving out the parts where you had confessed to still being in love with arthur.

“really?” arthur elbows rested on his knees as his head fell forward, “i have to speak to her.”

“in the morning, yeah?”

𝄞 I'm sorry, but I'm deeply still in love, In love with you 𝄞

it was 3 a.m. and your phone buzzed violently next to you on the coffee table making you groan as you rolled over on your couch reaching out for it not looking at the contact before you answered it, “hello?”

“y/n…”

the voice rang through your years sending shivers down your spine as you sat up straight, “arthur? w-what, are you okay?”

a hum came from the other end of the line as well as a laugh, “this is so stupid,” he grumbled, kicking what sounded like a bin, “i’m outside.”

you hung up instantly racing out of your flat and down the stairs to the main entrance spotting a dishevelled arthur sat leaning against the wall, “arthur…” you said, walking over to him and he stood up quickly rushing over to you pulling you close to his body. you laid your head on his chest inhaling carefully letting your sense flood with the scent of his cologne and the beer had been drinking, “are you still drunk?”

he shook his head dropping his chin onto your head closing his eyes, “no, i stopped drinking hours ago and george was feeding me water.”

“good.”

you pulled away from him looking up at him with a soft smile, “i broke up with my boyfriend.”

“good.”

you nodded and arthur’s hands moved from your waist to cup your jaw, you leaned up standing on your toes letting your lips touch as you melted into each other finding peace in each others touch.

“i’m so in love with you.” arthur mumbled against your lips before following you back into your apartment building.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Jealousy,Jealousy

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: Not my best, but also my first work back in a while

Your relationship with Leah was still new, so new that the only people who knew about you were your teammates, close friends and both families.

This was the argument you used against Leah whenever she thought someone was hitting on you. A statement that couldn't save poor Grace from Leah.

It was a cold afternoon when Arsenal faced off against Tottenham at the Emirates. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the rivals clashed on the field. Leah’s gaze wandered up to midfield where she found your eyes softening as she caught you already looking at her, you were a source of comfort amid the fierce competition.

As the final whistle blew, signalling Arsenal's victory, relief flooded both the players and fans across the stadium. You however happy with the victory went around the Tottenham girls congratulating them on a well-played game amongst the players, Grace Clinton, Tottenham stargirl, approached you with a charming smile. "Hey, great game out there." You thanked her before pulling the younger girl into a hug "I could say the same soon you'll be coming for my starting spot on the senior squad" Grace laughed grabbing your arm "I'd prefer to play with you not in your place" You couldn't help but smile wider at the compliment "Thank you" Grace squeezed your arm her eyes looking you up and down as you turned oblivious in search of your girlfriend. "Hey would you fancy going out with me sometime?" she asked, her eyes lingering on you as you turned back to look at her. You politely declined stating you didn't see her like that but you would love to be better friends, but Leah's keen eyes caught every exchange and she couldn't help but give in to the tiny green monster you often called it, jealousy ran through her as she felt herself getting more annoyed the longer you talked to the younger midfielder. In the changing rooms, Katie, the lively midfielder, wasted no time teasing you about the encounter. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," she chirped, nudging you playfully you hit her arm lightly "Fuck off Katie please." Katie laughed "what I think it's cute but i don't know how your missus would feel about the competition." you turned looking to your girlfriend.

Leah, usually composed and confident, couldn't shake the nagging feeling of jealousy. Her usually bright demeanour dimmed, replaced by a subtle pout. The protective instinct surged within her, igniting a fire fuelled by possessiveness and affection.

You thought you had settled all of Leah's jealous feelings, especially towards Grace but you were proven wrong during the latest England camp. Grace had clung to your side the minute you entered St Georges Park and your girlfriend could do nothing but sit in a huff and glare. "Leah stop staring at the kid like that." Leah turned to look at Lucy "She has stolen my girlfriend and I want her back, Y/N has told her already she's not interested and yet she won't stop swinging out of her and batting her eyes like come on take a hint." This continued on for the rest of camp and anytime Leah was set up against the young midfielder she made sure to add in an extra shove much to your dismay. Leah only seemed to relax when you both were left alone in your shared room. This however ended one night when Leah was woken to a sharp knocking on the door, you turned slightly squeezing her mumbling that you would get it before she lay back down closing her eyes. You rubbed your eyes turning the lock on the door to be met with a teary-eyed Grace "Oh Grace are you ok." Grace shook her head "I...I'm sorry I had a bad dream and I couldn't sleep and I just can I stay with you." you nodded pulling her into the room, Leah turned over sighing unable to fall back to sleep without you beside her "Who is it." Leah sat up when you didn't respond eyes turning to glare at the younger girl who was now clinging to your arm "Just Grace, go back to sleep Le, she's staying the night I'll see you in the morning." Leah wanted to protest, to say that she shouldn't be out of her room after curfew and that she was only using a bad dream as an excuse to sleep in the same bed as you but then she thought back to all the times she did the same thing for years trying to spend every second together until she finally worked up the courage to ask you out. Huffing Leah turned to look at you as you climbed into bed eyes softening when she copped her jumper you were wearing.

Leah relaxed again once camp was over and she could put distance between you and Grace, only it didn't last long as now the younger midfielder wouldn't stop blowing up your phone. Leah knew she had to do something to show Grace you were hers and with the final North London derby of the season due to be played at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium Leah couldn't think of a better time to do it.

During the next match against Tottenham, Leah's demeanour shifted. Her tackles were sharper, her presence more commanding. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring that no opponent came close to you without facing her wrath, especially Grace.

As the game progressed, Leah's protective instincts intensified. She intercepted passes meant for you, shielding you from potential harm. Her eyes blazed with determination, a silent declaration of her commitment to keeping you safe, to keep you to herself.

After the final whistle, as the team celebrated another hard-earned victory, Leah pulled you aside. Her eyes softened as she cupped your face gently. "I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability.

You wrapped your arms around her, reassurance flooding through every touch. "I'm yours, Leah, I'll only ever be yours" you whispered, pulling her into your arms.

At that moment, amidst the cheers and the camaraderie of the team, Leah realised that her jealousy stemmed not from insecurity but from a deep-rooted love for you. And as you stood together, she knew that nothing could ever come between you. Not some random girl at a club and certainly not Grace Clinton

[mariclerc]

Petite sizes | cl16 & gr63

Summary: A girls' day out with your mom goes wrong, but your boys are always to the rescue.

Warning: mean words by reader's mom, Charles and George being supportive of you, a lot of fluff.

a/n: Hi guys! This is the first story/blurb in the "Poly!drivers" section, I hope you like it!! I accept suggestions and I would also like to know if you want a part two of this!!

You walk through the door, kicking off your shoes and letting out a tired sigh. Charles and George are sprawled on the couch, watching one of Gordon Ramsay's many cooking shows, hearing your sigh, they both turned their heads to look at you. You had gone to the mall with your mom to have a girls' day out, but, as always, she made one of her discreet comments about your body and that hurt you a lot.

“Hey guys...” you say with a shy smile that didn't reached out your eyes.

“Hey gorgeous, how was girls' day with your mom?” Charles asked sweetly.

”Did you find anything nice?” now George asked softly.

You hesitate, a flicker of sadness crossing your face. You plop down on the couch between them, snuggling into Charles' side.

“Well, there was this one shirt I really liked, but... it didn't fit right.” you say shyly.

George reaches over and gently squeezes your hand. “Oh no, that's a bummer. Was it too big or too small?”

You shake your head. “It was marked as a small, but it was way too big... You know that I usually use small or extra small, but nothing ever fits just right.” You bite your lip, trying to hold back tears. “And my mom... she didn't help either. She just called me a crybaby for being frustrated and said that because I'm "so small" and "like a dwarf," I can't find clothes that fit.”

Tears well up in your eyes, and Charles pulls you into a tight hug. ”Oh mon petit chou, don't listen to her. You're perfect just the way you are, petite et adorable.” (my little darling) (little and adorable)

George kisses your forehead. “She's just being a silly woman. You're beautiful, no matter what size clothes you wear, we just love you just the way you are, darling.”

They both shower you with kisses and gentle words, their love and support washing away the sting of your mother's hurtful words. You snuggle closer to them, feeling safe and loved.

“Thank you both... I love you my babies!” you smile softly at them.

Charles and George smile at each other, happy to see you feeling better. “On t'aime aussi, mon amour.” (we love you too, my love)

“You are our little princess okay? And we love you so much baby.” George whispers.

They hold you close, their love a warm shield against any negativity. As you try to snuggle with them, a question comes to your mind.

“Ehm... Guys? I want to know something.” you say while fidgeting slightly.

“Anything on your mind, mon ange?” Charles asks as he raises an eyebrow. (my angel)

“Well... I was wondering... Do you guys like my small body? I know I shouldn't ask this, but doubts consume me...” You say a little blushing.

Charles and George exchange a playful look, a knowing smile spreading across their faces.

“Like it? Princess, you're adorable! We wouldn't have it any other way.” George's says teasingly.

Charles pulls you closer. “Your size is perfect for cuddling... We love being able to hold you completely in our arms.”

”And your small frame makes you look even more beautiful in our clothes... Just saying.” George says while nuzzling your neck.

You have a shy smile on your lips. “Really? Well... In that case... I'd like to wear one of Charlie's hoodies.” You pause briefly. “Because I feel comfortable in it... And it's warm!” you giggle.

Charles smiles. “Well, in that case, you can wear my hoodies baby! If they make you feel comfortable, you can do it, you don't have to ask permission for it, okay?” He says and you nod, George smiles too. Charles' throws his arm around you, leading you to the main room.

“And if it's a bit big, don't worry babe. We can always roll up the sleeves and make it extra cozy!” George says as he follows you both into the main room.

You laugh and blush a little bit, the warmth of their affection chasing away any lingering doubts. As you slip into Charles' baby blue hoodie, engulfed by its soft embrace and their loving presence, you know that you are truly cherished and loved by your two boys, exactly as you are.

[coco-loco-nut]

The Hard Launch

pairing: george russelll x reader

summary: what’s the point of dating a model if you can’t show her off?

a/n: i am so so sorry it took this long to fulfill the request. i’ve been working around 60 hours a week between two jobs so it hasn’t left much time for anything else :(

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You watched qualifying from the Paddock Club with your mom. Being the daughter of a supermodel, and a supermodel yourself, brought that perk, and a reason to visit your boyfriend at his job.

“Yes, Georgie! He did it!” You gasp, grasping your mom’s arm in excitement.

“Should we go visit Mercedes then?” She asks with happy smile. You have had a few failed high profile relationships before, and your mom can tell how seriously you are taking this one. It’s different, George is everything to you, and he knows the bad PR you get for being a nepo baby already, so he suggested you keep the relationship to yourself for a while.

“Y/n! Over here,” some photographer yells as you walk with your mom. You ignore the calls for you to look at cameras as you make your way into the paddock. You waited for the mandatory media to be over, talking with other celebrity guests.

As soon as you step into the Mercedes motorhome, you are enveloped in a pair of arms, holding you close. You are happy your mom chose to explore the paddock, leaving you a bit of privacy.

“Hi Georgie,” your grin is hidden in his shoulder as you hug him tightly. “I’m so proud of you, you drove so well.”

“Be ready for me to pick you up at 7, we are going to dinner,” George says and you pull back a bit in shock, the wide smile still on your face.

“Are you serious? Of course, anything for my pole sitter,” you are elated at the idea of going on a public date with him.

“It’s about time I show off my fabulous girl. I have to go into a team meeting, but be ready, okay?” George cups you face, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“I can’t wait. Have fun in your meeting,” you lean in for another kiss before leaving the motorhome. You eventually find your mom talking to Geri outside of Red Bull.

“Did you have fun?” She gives you an amused look as you approach.

“We are going for dinner tonight to celebrate,” you look a little lovestruck, utterly enamored by George.

“That’s a big step, congratulations,” Geri says, knowing what a simple dinner means for high profile relationships.

“Thank you,” your grin has barely left your face since George got pole.

The time feels like it is dragging as you pick out the perfect outfit, and touch up your hair and makeup. The waiting is the worst, you are so excited, like it’s a first date. In a way, it is a first date.

You rush down the stairs of your London home as the doorbell rings, opening the door to George holding flowers.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek as you take the flowers.

“You clean up quite well too,” George follows you inside as you search for a vase to put them in.

Soon enough, George is handing his keys to a valet and offering his hand to you as you step out of his car.

“This feels nice,” you squeeze his hand, looking up at him with a smile.

“It’s nice to be able to properly show you off. Let everyone know how much I love you,” he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“You are making a strong case for more celebrations after dinner,” you hum, walking with him to your table. Against the window, softly lit by candles and the low restaurant lighting, it’s the perfect romantic setting.

“Don’t tempt me to rush this,” George blushes a little. Both of you ignore the people on the other side of the window, surely taking pictures to sell to tabloids and gossip news.

A few minutes later, George’s phone starts buzzing with text messages. He choses to ignore it, but his inbox is blowing up.

“Check it, it’s not going to ruin the date,” you reassure him as he turns over the phone.

“Someone leaked photos of us, the guys are asking if it’s true we are dating,” George says with a small smile, amused at the reactions.

“Go ahead, tell them how long you’ve been in love with me,” you laugh as he shows you some of the texts, most from Alex.

“One year with the prettiest girl,” he looks at you lovingly, still making your heart flutter.

“A smooth talker and pole sitter? How did I get so lucky,” you reach across the table to hold his hand.

“I don’t know. Right place, right time, I guess,” George teases before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of you.

“What was that for?” you ask curiously, noting the smile tugging at his lips.

“Just making sure everyone knows how much I love you,” he says before putting his phone back into his pocket.

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georgerussell63: p1 for one year with the most beautiful girl in the world ❤️ @y/username

[vilentia]

A Welcome Worth Waiting For

George Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

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The dirt path leading up to the Burrow stretched ahead, the setting sun casting the countryside in hues of gold and orange. The ramshackle house loomed in the distance, every crooked window glowing warmly. George Weasley walked with his usual loping stride, a mischievous grin playing on his face, though the fingers laced with Y/N’s betrayed a nervous energy.

Y/N Y/L/N kept pace beside him, her steps steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She glanced at the Weasley twins on either side of her—George’s confident smirk to her left, and Fred’s identical, slightly more mischievous grin to her right. Both had been doing their best to reassure her since they left Diagon Alley, but Y/N still couldn’t shake her nerves.

“Come on, Y/N,” Fred said with a playful nudge. “You’ve faced down Umbridge. You’re telling me meeting Mum is scarier than that pink toad?”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh. “At least I knew where I stood with Umbridge. Your mum… well, she’s Molly Weasley. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Not like you?” Fred exclaimed, feigning shock. “Impossible. She’s already predisposed to love you. You’re clever, you bake—”

“And she puts up with you,” George interrupted. “That alone makes her a saint.”

Fred clutched his chest dramatically. “Wounded, truly.”

Y/N chuckled despite herself, squeezing George’s hand. The two of them had been inseparable since just before the twins had left Hogwarts in a blaze of fireworks, setting their mark on the school and Umbridge’s tyrannical regime. Though the chaos of the war had forced them apart at times, Y/N had become a steady presence in George’s life, and eventually, Fred’s as well. They both adored her, though Fred would never admit it without a teasing quip.

The Burrow came into view, its mismatched structure leaning precariously against the countryside. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the familiar cacophony of voices spilled into the cool evening air. Y/N’s grip tightened on George’s hand.

Fred glanced sideways at her. “Relax, Y/N. Just smile, nod, and try not to take anything Ron says personally. The first time Hermione came over, he asked if she was allergic to gnomes. He thought that was a real question.”

George snorted. “Still one of his finer moments.”

Y/N laughed, the warmth of their humor seeping into her nervous bones. She glanced at George, his freckled face lit up with affection as he looked down at her.

“You ready?” he asked softly.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The moment they stepped into the Burrow, Y/N was enveloped by the scent of freshly baked bread and the warm glow of the kitchen fire. Molly Weasley appeared almost instantly, wooden spoon in hand, her face lighting up as she caught sight of them.

“Fred! George!” she exclaimed, rushing forward. Her eyes landed on Y/N, and her smile softened into something more curious. “And you must be Y/N.”

“That’s her,” Fred said with a sweeping gesture. “The one and only.”

Y/N stepped forward, offering her hand and a nervous smile. “Mrs. Weasley, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Molly ignored the hand entirely, pulling Y/N into a warm hug instead. “None of that ‘Mrs. Weasley’ nonsense, dear. Call me Molly.”

Y/N blinked in surprise but quickly relaxed, the hug easing the tension in her chest. When Molly pulled back, her sharp gaze swept over Y/N, though not unkindly.

“You’ve got a good grip on this one, haven’t you, George?” Molly said, a teasing note in her voice. “She looks like the sort to keep you in line.”

“Absolutely,” George said, grinning. “Y/N’s terrifying. You should see her when someone leaves a mess in the kitchen.”

Fred leaned in conspiratorially. “She even scared me once. Told me off for using the wrong measuring spoons.”

Y/N smirked, finding her footing in their humor. “You were trying to measure flour with a ladle.”

Before Fred could retort, Ginny burst into the room, her fiery hair flying behind her. “Is she here? Did you bring her?” She spotted Y/N and beamed. “You must be Y/N!”

Y/N nodded, bracing herself as Ginny grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the kitchen table. “Come on, you have to sit next to me. I need all the dirt on how you’ve been putting up with George.”

“Oi!” George protested, following them. “She’s not here to give you ammunition.”

“Oh, I’m getting all the ammunition,” Ginny shot back, grinning.

The dinner table was a chaotic, joyful mess. Plates were passed around with enthusiastic speed, voices overlapped, and the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. Y/N had been wedged between George and Ginny, the latter peppering her with questions between bites of roast chicken.

“You play Quidditch, right?” Ginny asked, her eyes narrowing in mock assessment.

Y/N nodded. “I was a Chaser for Hufflepuff.”

Ginny’s grin widened. “Brilliant. You’ll have to join us for a game sometime.”

Across the table, Fred smirked. “Careful, Y/N. Ginny takes Quidditch very seriously. She’ll probably have you training by sunrise.”

“Better that than facing Charlie’s dragons,” George quipped. “He’ll tell you all about them if you give him half a chance.”

“I only brought it up twice!” Charlie protested from the end of the table. “And they’re fascinating creatures!”

Y/N laughed, her initial nerves long forgotten as she found herself swept up in the Weasley family’s infectious energy. Even Ron, who had been staring at her suspiciously when she first sat down, had warmed to her after she complimented the Cannons’ new Seeker.

By the time dessert arrived, Y/N felt like she belonged. Molly placed a treacle tart in front of her with a proud smile. “I made this one special, dear. George mentioned it was your favorite.”

Y/N glanced at George, who shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I pay attention.”

Later, as the evening wound down and the family dispersed, Y/N found herself outside with George, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the bustling warmth of the house. Fred had wandered off to help Ginny with some “firework-related experiments,” leaving them alone for the first time all evening.

George leaned against the garden wall, his hands shoved in his pockets. “So,” he said, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “What’s the verdict? Terrifying? Overwhelming?”

Y/N stepped closer, slipping her arms around his waist. “Terrifyingly wonderful.”

He laughed, pulling her closer. “Told you they’d love you.”

“They’re amazing,” Y/N said honestly. “Your mum is so kind, and Ginny’s a force of nature. Even Ron wasn’t too scary.”

“See? Piece of cake,” George said, though his voice softened. “It means a lot to me that you’re here. They’re everything to me, and now… so are you.”

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart swelling. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

George kissed her then, the kind of kiss that promised forever, and in the quiet glow of the Burrow, Y/N felt more at home than she ever had before.

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[thatfandomslut]

Project Flowers

Gretchen Wieners x Reader

Word Count: 3k - I got very carried away with this one.

Trigger Warnings: insecurity, explicit language, tooth-rotting fluff

Request:

Hello, there! Do you write for Mean Girls? If so, I would like to request a Gretchen Wieners x reader fluff, please? Reader is new to school and has four brothers---the oldest used to date Regina. Regina and the brother, seeing Gretchen's growing crush on the reader, decides to play match-maker. One night, Regina convinces the reader to go with her to a "hang-out" where Gretchen is waiting with flowers.

Mean Girls requests are open.

"North Shore High is all about their cliques, which is why you're so lucky to have us." Lucas pulled on his varsity jacket, fixing his hair in the reflection of his car window. The action made (Y/n) roll her eyes with crossed arms as Michael slung his bag around his shoulders, nodding in agreement. As much as (Y/n) loved her brothers and begged to be able to attend public school, she was being reminded of how conceited and full of themselves her brothers truly were. It was the most amazing but unfortunate experience to have four older brothers while joining a new school where they were high on the social pyramid. "You will have to do a sport though. Maybe you'd like track?"

Daniel gently clapped his back to shut him up before gesturing towards the school. "Ready for your first day, (Y/n)? Sophomore year isn't all that bad. Plus, you're in AP English with James, so you'll at least have someone you know for a period." Daniel offered some comfort. He was the kinder of the four, Lucas being the more narcissistic of them. But she loved them all equally. "I think we all have to same lunch, too. So, hopefully, we'll see you then. Come on, guys, let's leave her be. Let's let her get some experience with normal school and get off her back." He tried to lead her brothers away.

"Don't talk to any of the horny douchebag boys here!" Called out Michael, pointing at her. Some passersby glanced her way, but she shrugged it off. She wasn't planning on talking to any boy if she could help it. If there was anything that her all-girls private school taught her, it was that girls were so much better. Still, she took heed of Michael's warning and attempted to steer clear of all of the boys who looked her over like she was a prize to be one throughout the hallway. Instead, she saw a different familiar face.

Regina George looked just as beautiful as she did when she last saw her. She had powerful red, pouty lips with eyeliner so sharp, it could cut someone. "(Y/n)," her voice cut through the hall, sounding more like a question as everyone stopped to see who she was talking to. Regina was never mean to her, and Regina's breakup with Lucas didn't end messy. Maybe that was because it was a summer fling, though. "I thought you went to North Shore All-Girls Academy?" She approached, two girls following her. One of the girls had dark brown hair with chocolate-colored eyes that had no thought behind them. The other girl, however; caused her breath to hitch in the back of her throat as she made eye contact with her. She had honey-blonde hair that fell in ringlets at the bottom of her hair, and her eyes were a soft amber.

"I wanted to come here with my brothers. It was a regretful idea saying as they want me to hang out with them during lunch." She hummed, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Regina wasn't one to hug anyone, so when she hugged (Y/n), everyone was caught off guard. (Y/n) hugged back happily as she allowed the blonde to give her a gentle squeeze pulling away. The other two girls behind Regina stared at her due to how out-of-character Regina was being. However, neither of them said nothing. "Plus, since Lucas was too dumb, I don't get to see you as much."

Regina flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder as she began leading (Y/n) and the other girls away from the ogling crowd. (Y/n) was in a state of awe at how popular Regina seemed to be. It threw her off guard in a way. "This is Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners," she introduced the two, grabbing the schedule from (Y/n)'s hand. She seemed to be showing her where to go, so (Y/n) didn't protest the snatch. "And don't worry about spending your lunch with your brothers, you can eat with us. This is your homeroom. Your next class is upstairs, turn right, third door." Regina said simply, passing the schedule back before stopping at a classroom. (Y/n) thanked her before entering the class, many other sophomores staring widely at her. She didn't understand why, still not getting the gravity that hanging out with Regina held on the student body.

Around lunchtime, (Y/n) wandered the halls, and headed towards the cafeteria. It wasn't too hard to find. There were too many signs indicating where it was. Before she could enter, Regina, Gretchen, and Karen found her first. "Hello, (Y/n)," Gretchen waved, smiling brightly. The smile caused a slight flutter in (Y/n)'s chest, heat rising to her ears as she waved back. Normally, Regina would comment on not having the first word, but she noticed how flustered both Gretchen and (Y/n) were acting with each other. So, she said nothing as they went to the lunch line. "So, the rules are, you can't wear a tank top two days in a row, you can only wear a ponytail once a week, jeans and track pants can only be worn on Fridays, and on Wednesdays we wear pink. You have to follow these rules, or you're not allowed to sit with us." Gretchen told (Y/n) as she sat beside her. (Y/n) nodded at her words, Regina still eyeing them closely.

"I got you, then. Those rules aren't too hard to follow. Maybe I can get your number so you can remind me to wear pink on Wednesday?" (Y/n) asked, causing Gretchen to clumsily pull out her phone so they could exchange numbers. Regina smirked slightly, realizing how smooth it was (Y/n). After all, she had Regina's number, she could always have asked her to remind her. She had a feeling by all of Gretchen's questions on the way to homeroom, that it was because the girl was interested in her ex's little sister. "Thanks, I'll just text you tonight to make sure I got the rules down, if you don't mind."

Gretchen shook her head kindly, hoping her hair could hide the blush forming on her cheeks. At this final display, Regina stood up, causing Karen, Gretchen, and (Y/n) to look her way. "I'm going to go get cheese fries." She excused herself before finding Lucas and pulling him into the lunch line with her. "Your sister is flirting with my friend," Regina said, causing Lucas's eyes to practically bulge out of his head as he stared at her for a long moment. "I think they'd be cute together. You're going to help me get them together by Spring Fling, at least." Regina stated, and Lucas could only nod. He knew not to defy Regina, he was smarter than that. And that is how Project Flowers commenced. It was an opportunity, that through time would help Gretchen and (Y/n) get together. Because Regina knew them both, and she knew that they were going to need help. Specifically, they needed Regina's help.

Regina allowed herself a few of weeks in order to let the two develop their relationship as friends before dropping hints to the girls that they liked each other, or she would mention different outfits she knew the other would like. "You know Gretchen, that one crop top you wore to the mall when we took Cady shopping, I overheard (Y/n) telling Karen how good you looked in it." Regina would say as she talked to Gretchen. "(Y/n), Gretchen absolutely adores your smile." She would say to (Y/n). But she was getting relentless with the responses of 'Are you sure?' Of course, she was sure. She was never wrong about anything, and she was not wrong about their feelings. Lucas also played his part, telling Gretchen little things that (Y/n) enjoyed. He would also tell (Y/n) about how he and Regina were talking about things Gretchen liked. Which always confused (Y/n) on why they brought Gretchen up, but she ignored this fact and got everything that was mentioned for Gretchen.

She was getting annoyed at all the gushing and blushing that (Y/n) and Gretchen did with each other. Their inadvertent flirting and their obliviousness killed Regina. It almost made her want to throw up in annoyance. But what was worse was the fact that they would do little things, like touch the other's hand, and then they'd pull away from each other quickly. It made Regina want to take their hands and force their fingers to intertwine together. She never thought she'd care about a relationship other then her own until she saw how disgusting in love her friends were getting for each other.

"Here's the plan, Lucas, listen up. I know you have trouble listening, so please put your listening ears on." Regina spoke to him like a child, but he didn't mind. Instead, he just listened to the blonde as he sat at a desk in the empty classroom they were in. Shane was trailing after Regina like a lost puppy but had no clue what was going on. "Tonight, I'm going to talk to Gretchen, and you need to talk to (Y/n). Then, I am going to ask her to hang out, but I am not going to be there. It's going to be Gretchen. Understood? So, somehow find out what kind of flowers she likes. For Gretchen, of course."

Lucas nodded briefly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Glancing over at Shane, he raised his brows momentarily. "Okay, sounds good." He stood up, getting ready to leave. After all, he was his siblings' ride, and they would get suspicious if he was any later to leave for the car. Still, he stopped before exiting. "Hey, Regina… You doing this for Gretchen and (Y/n)… It's nice to see you have a heart. But, also, just so you know, you deserve love, too. You and I both know Aaron and Shane are phases. Sorry, Shane." Regina narrowed her eyes at him as he smirked playfully before leaving. He knew she could kill him with that stare. However, he knew that Regina deserved love, too, and he saw the way she looked at Cady.

"Where were you?" (Y/n) questioned, still leaning on the car. Her question was directed at Lucas, but her eyes were on Gretchen talking animatedly to Karen in the distance. The ghost of a smile played on her lips and Daniel nudged her shoulder to let her know they were piling in. Since she was the shortest, she was required to sit in the middle so Lucas could see out of the back windshield. Forgetting her question, and forgetting that it never got answered, she got in. A small part of her wanted to look back at Gretchen, but she forced herself to get in and ignore that feeling of want that settled in the pit of her stomach. Especially because she knew Gretchen would never like her that way. Still, she got out her phone to send a quick text to the girl.

As they drove, Lucas looked back at (Y/n) using the mirror, who was still texting. The smile on her face let him know who she was talking to. Then, he remembered he needed to know her favorite flower. The good thing was that (Y/n) was in the social reject group of band nerds. How Regina ever let that slide was beyond Lucas. However, she had a concert that weekend and it was the perfect excuse to ask her what flowers she would like. "Hey, (Y/n), for your band concert this weekend," he got her attention, her eyes flickering up to look at him, even if his eyes were currently on the road. "What kind of flowers would you like us to bring you?" He inquired, delivering a quick glance before looking back at the road.

All of the boys, excluding Lucas, were now looking at (Y/n)- they were very supportive. Still, all of the eyes on her made her nervous. "Well, it's going to sound basic, but my favorite flowers are pink roses. So, I guess, if you all were to bring flowers, I would want those." She answered, hoping this would get their attention off of her. For one of the Plastics, she didn't like all of the attention. Not even from family. But that probably came with being the youngest girl in a family of four older brothers. There was constantly so much attention on her, that it was sometimes suffocating. With that said, when it came to Gretchen's attention, she wanted it. She wanted Gretchen to look at her. She loved it when Gretchen smiled at her. It was like she was Ken in the new Barbie movie.

A text pinged on her phone and she looked down, hoping it was from Gretchen, but instead, she saw it was from Regina. 'Hey, loser <3, meet me at the park at 7,' it read. Typing a quick confirmation, she got ready but before she could, she was stopped by Lucas who had a suspiciously caring smile on her face. She knew a big talk was coming and she dreaded getting elder brother advice from Lucas of all her older brothers.

"I just wanted to talk to you about Gretchen. I know, because I see how you look at her, and how you look at yourself, that you don't feel good enough." He said, causing surprise to grow on her face. How he knew how she was feeling was beyond her. But maybe she sold him out short. Maybe he did pay attention to more than just himself. "You are good enough for Gretchen. You are so kind and caring, (Y/n). And I can see it in Gretchen's face that she sees that in you. You need to go for it. You've got this."

A smile fell on her face as she embraced her brother. "Thank you," she whispered as he hugged back. He left her room as she changed into something more comfortable but still within Plastics standards. As she got ready for the park, she texted Gretchen and asked if she'd be at the park, too. After waiting a few moments, she tried not to pout at the lack of response before grabbing a jacket and making her way over to meet Regina. Maybe it was just a hangout with only Regina. She felt guilty all of a sudden, hoping she didn't make Gretchen feel left out. Then the overthinking came in, and she wondered if she should even go. On the other hand, Regina would be pissed if she didn't make it. Even if she was kinder to (Y/n) than most people, it didn't make her immune to Regina's quips now and again.

Making her way through the park, she was surprised to see Gretchen at the tree. Squinting slightly, (Y/n) could see that she was holding something. Looking around, she noticed that there was no sign of Regina, so she decided to make her way over. "Hey, Gretchen," she greeted, startling the honey-blonde girl. She finally noticed that in Gretchen's hands were her favorite flowers, and she was starting to realize what was going on. She was tricked into coming here to meet Gretchen by Regina and her brother. Her brother wasn't asking about the rose for the concert- though her brothers would still get her flowers. And Regina staged the hangout, and she must've convinced Gretchen to come out here.

"(Y/n), hey! I was waiting for you." Gretchen bit her lip nervously, extending the roses over to (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked before smiling slowly. Looking up at Gretchen with a wide smile, she started to see the confidence starting to circulate in her amber eyes. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something. So, Regina told me to meet you here and to tell you. So I'm going to go for it." Gretchen gave herself a moment, breathing in. (Y/n) wanted to kiss her right then and there, but she also wanted to hear what she wanted to say. "I really like you. You are so caring and kind. You're funny, smart, and creative. You mean everything to me, and I really want to go on a date with you. We could get coffee or boba together. But also, I really want to be your girlfriend."

(Y/n) gently took a step forward, and with one hand (the other was still clutching the flowers), she pulled Gretchen in. The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Gretchen nodded and (Y/n) completed the distance between them. Kissing her deeply, she felt Gretchen's hands cup the back of her neck. Everything felt complete, and (Y/n) had to stop smiling in the kiss. "I really want to be your girlfriend, too, Gretchen." (Y/n) whispered on her lips, causing Gretchen to kiss her again happily.

"About time," Regina said with her arms crossed, standing next to Lucas, who was looking away respectfully. He obviously didn't want to intrude on his little sister's first kiss. "I thought by the time you two got the balls to ask each other out, we'd be in an elderly home," Regina stated with a quick wink, the other two girls red in the face. "I hope you two have a good time at your picnic. Never say I didn't do something for you. Lucas, the basket, let's go."

The words confused the girls until they noticed Lucas holding the picnic basket in his hands, passing it to his sister. (Y/n) smiled shyly, thanking him before Regina and Lucas went their separate ways. Gretchen and (Y/n) laughed for a moment before going through the basket to find a mix of their favorite snacks. Setting up the area, the two stayed out until the night fell, creating their constellation, their hands connecting them like stars in the night sky, (Y/n) looked over at Gretchen, smiling when she turned over, too. (Y/n) noted in her mind that Gretchen was prettier than all the stars before placing a gentle kiss on Gretchen's lips, Gretchen reciprocating gently. Nothing could ever ruin this moment, (Y/n) decided as she pulled away, smiling widely at the girl. Gretchen turned her head once more and (Y/n) did, too, as they continued to stargaze.

[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[formula1fanfiction]

Max Verstappen / George Russell

Title: Last call casualty

Pairing: Max Verstappen / George Russell

Characters: Max Verstappen, George Russell, Alex Albon

Prompt: Max thinks a good fuck will help George not be so uptight, but it turns out they are in love

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Alex smiles at George from where he's sat on a small table behind the bar, he's already got George's favourite beer waiting for him. He had called Alex during a fit of tears, Carmen walked out on him. Somehow Alex had convinced him to go out for a drink and by some miracle he managed to pull himself together enough to actually leave the apartment. Although honestly, he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Oh Georgie." Alex stands up and pulls him into a hug, he quickly becomes aware of his surrounding's and sits back down again, pressing the pint of beer into George's hand. “Why did Carmen dump you anyway.” George feels his cheeks heating up. “She had enough of fucking me with a strap on” Alex bursts into laughter, he laughs so hard tears roll down his cheeks. “Seriously George tell me… wait, you’re serious?” The look on his face must have said it all. “That’s not even the worst part, she walked out saying if I wanted to fuck people, I would have been a Lesbian, but I know I’m straight unlike you” 

Alex stares at him for a long moment. “And are you gay George?” It’s a serious question, he takes George’s hand and gives it a light squeeze. “I don’t think so, I can’t cum without having something inside of me, I think that was the problem if I’m honest” Alex walks around the table and hugs him tight, he doesn't seem to care who sees them this time. “Oh Georgie, what are we going to do with you?”

He agrees to meet Alex again the next morning in a small coffee shop overlooking the Monaco harbour. The bells on the door twinkle as he pushes it open he's not only met by Alex's smiling face but Max's too, seeing the Dutchman almost makes him want to walk back out again, the end of the 2024 season has not been forgotten, by George anyway.

"Why did you have to invite him?" George snaps, reluctantly taking the seat next to Max, so he can give Alex the death stare. "Hello to you too George." Max raises his eyebrow, a small bit of cappuccino foam is stuck to his upper lip, it's almost endearing, at least it would be if it was anyone but Max. "Sorry Max, hello, how's Kelly?" It's a cheap dig, a low blow even for George. Max is the only openly gay driver on the grid, his sexuality only coming to light once her pregnancy was revealed. Max smile doesn't falter. "She's doing very well thank you, we're having a girl by the way."

"Sorry, that wasn't ok." Max only shrugs at him, spinning around in his chair so they are face to face.   “The problem with you George, you’re sexually frustrated, what you need is, a good hard fuck.” Max smirks at him, giving intense eye contact which sends shivers down George’s spine. “And not from your girl- sorry Ex girlfriend” 

George almost chokes on his espresso. “You told him” George snaps at Alex over Max’s head who at least has the audacity to look sheepish. “I told you all that in confidence” Alex reaches over and squeezes George's hand. “I’m sorry George, but you do need a good fuck, you're all tense and angry all the time.” All the time? His relationship has only just ended.  “But why did you have to tell him, he was a dick to me in the media” Max chuckles standing up and massages George’s shoulders. “The real thing feels so much better than a strap on Georgie” His breath tickles his ear, his cock gives a little twitch in his jeans, it makes him feel disgusting and dirty.

"I'm not gay." George stumbles over his words, earning him an eyebrow raise from Alex, Max chuckles again his lips still pressed against his ear. "Who said anything about being gay? I fuck the tension out of you, then you loosen the fuck up, and it's a win for everybody." George remains silent, his mouth falling open from the shock of it. "Just think about it George, i'm not going to make you kiss me, or suck my cock or anything like that." Max licks the foam from his lip, George is memorised by it, he imagines having that mouth on him, wrapped around his cock." He shakes the thought out of his head. "You're not going to hurt me or anything are you?"

"Sweet Georgie." Max mocks. "I want to fuck the tension out of you, not add even more. Just think about it okay?" George does think about it, for a whole three seconds, he must be out of his mind because he says yes.

They agree to do it in a hotel room, somewhere neutral. Max pays for the room, it's a huge suite. George finds himself sat on the edge of the bed. "Here drink this, it will help loosen you up a little bit." Max hands him a glass of wine from the mini bar. George takes it and stares at the clear liquid. "It's not roofied or anything is it?"

"Look George." Max kneels down in front of him, cupping George's face in hands. "We don't have to do this, Alex thinks it will help you, I want to help you too, but I want you to be comfortable" George sniffs back the tears threatening to fall, he didn't expect Max to be so soft and gentle.

"No I want to do it." George says it a little bit too eagerly. "It's just, it really hurts a lot and Carmen's strap is only small." Max nods, reaching for the bag pack behind him, of course Max would bring Red bull merch, to whatever this is, it eases the tension a little bit. "It shouldn't hurt George, it can be uncomfortable but never painful. Are you using enough lube? Maybe you're doing enough stretching, it's fairly straightforward.  

"We don't do any of that? We just go in raw I guess." Max's eyes widen. "No wonder it hurts you fucking idiot, i'm surprised you didn't give yourself an injury." Max takes a bottle of lube and condoms out of the bag and tosses them on the bed. "What are your thoughts?"

"Can I see your cock?" George blurts out. "Sorry, I just want to see how big you are." Max doesn't say anything, just unpops the button on his jeans and lets them pool around his ankles along with his boxer shorts. He's hot hard yet, he squeezes his cock which makes it twitch in his palm. He's smaller than George but it's a lot thicker. "What do you think?" Max asks, sounding unsure of himself for the first time. "I'd better show you mine too." Max chuckles, that seems to bring his confidence back. "I mean you could have left your shirt on George, 'i've seen your abs before."

George lays himself in the middle of the bed, cock in his hand. "I take this means you want me to fuck you?" George can only nod, he feels a little bit too embarrassed to admit it out loud. Max settles himself between George's long legs. "And you're sure you want this?" George nods again. "I need verbal consent, George."

"Yes. fuck me please." Jesus, why did he have to sound like a desperate whore? Max places a pillow underneath George's hips. "I'm going to show you how it's done, but please tell me if it does hurt, ok?"

Max raises George's leg and bends it towards his chest, exposing his hole. "You're cute." Max says while coating his fingers with lube, he uses far too much, George watches as it drips from his fingers. "Are you ready?" George nods, gripping a fistful of bed sheets in anticipation.

Max slowly pushes in his first finger to the knuckle. "How does it feel?" Max asks while stroking George's thigh with his other hand, it feels so nice a small sound escapes out of his mouth. "Good, just strange, but not painful or anything" Max nods. "Just tell me to stop if it hurts." Max experimentally twists and turns his finger before slowly pushing the digit in and out, going quicker as George loosens up around him.

It feels nice. "Do you think you can manage another one?" Max asks? Kissing George's tummy this time, it feels strangely nice. "Please." Max slowly sinks the second finger inside, scissoring them apart. Max slowly works his way up to four fingers and soon he's pounding them in and out of George  with ease. It feels like Max is never going to stop, he keeps on thrusting into George. "Max, please." He pulls his fingers out slowly, with a smirk. "All you had to do was ask."

"How do you want do this, George?" He shrugs, Carmen makes him lay on his front and assaults his insides until he cums all over himself embarrassingly fast. Max must sense his hesitation. "Are you ok on your back, I would like to look at you while I fuck you." George nods. "Yes please."

George watches as Max rolls on the condom. "Are you ready for me? You can stop at anytime ok." George nods. "I want to feel you, Max please." Max takes George's long, skinny legs and wraps them around his waist. "Tonight is all about you, sweetheart?" It was a slip of the tongue, Max probably hasn't realised he's said but George's heart flutters. Fuck he's down bad.

Max takes George's hips in a gentle grip and slowly enters, filling him up an inch at a time. A small whine escapes George's throat, as he throws his head back into the mountain of pillows and waits for the pain to arrive, but it never does even when Max is balls deep inside of him. Max stalls, reading the look on George's face. "I'm good Max, you can move."

"Fuck George, you feel so perfectly wrapped around me like this, I-" George cuts him off, leaning up and presses their mouths together, he doesn't know why he does it, but it feels so right. "Wow." Max pants, pulling away from George's lips and starts move, pressing slow and shallow thrusts into George's body. George groans it just feels so good, he loses his head a little bit and lays back and enjoys what Max is willing giving to him, he can worry about his feeling later, all he wants right now is Max.  

Max snaps up his hips and speeds up a little bit and change the angle ever so slightly, whatever Max did, it causes George to see stars. "Fuck, do that again." Max chuckles and does as he's told, but this time he takes George's leaking cock into his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts. "Think you can take a bit more, George?"

"Please Max, Please." Max holds George's hips in a tight grip and speeds up his thrusts, making sure he hits George's prostate every time. It feels amazing, George is pretty sure nothing in his life has ever felt as good as this. Max keeps slamming into him until George can't take it anymore, he cries out Max's name as he cums, spilling himself over his stomach and Max's hand.

"You looked so good falling apart for me sweetheart, you're going to make me cum." "Oh baby boy, you look so good when you fall apart." Max chuckles,and speeds up a little, as he reaches his own climax. Max smashes his mouth against George's as he cums, filling the condom with his cum George can feel the heat of it through the latex and wishes it could be inside of him.     

"How are you feeling now?" Max speaks softly, as he eases out of George, he hesitates for a few seconds, then pulls George against his chest. Fuck what has he done? Fuck fuck fuck. "Less tense, I hope."

"I'm sorry Max, I don't know what happened to me." Max stares at him for a moment, contemplating his words. “Do you think you might be gay George? Max asks while drawing on George’s chest with his finger, goose pimples pricking up. It feels different to when Alex asked him, he feels more sure that he is but he's scared, it's something he's never even admitted to himself before. “I don’t know” 

“You were really into it George, I think you might be.” George nods, sniffing back the tears “hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, I’m openly gay and proud” Max's eyes sparkle. "Yes and I really respect you for that, but I only have a handful of fans everyone else hates me, it feels like it will be just another reason for them to send me horrible comments." George sniffs again, why is he such a cry baby? 

“You don’t have to come out until you feel ready, how do you feel about me? Would this be something you want to do again? George’s heart speeds up seeing the hopeful look on Max’s face. He wants to do this again, more than anything but dare he admit it out loud? "I like you George." Max blurts out in one mad rush. "That's part of the reason Alex arranged this."  

George thinks for a second, ok that's huge news and he thinks he likes Max too. “I would like to do this again would you be fucking me?” Max shrugs “sure if that’s what you want, do you think you’re a bottom?” George bites down hard on his bottom lip “I can’t come without something in me, are you a top?” 

“You're a definite bottom then, I’m not really anything to be honest, I’ll happily top for you, if you were a top I’d happily bottom for you, it’s not even a switch thing I just like pleasing my partners and making them happy”

"So what do you think George, do you like me too?" Max looks so scared and shy it's adorable. "Shut up and kiss me." Max chuckles. "I'll take that as a yes."  

[cassiopeia-longbottom98]

Holy George!

Relationship: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/n Wood is waiting for her boyfriend and the rest of the Order to come back safely.

George comes back injured. Can our healer ssave him before its too late?

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Putting my supply of potions on the table, my hands fidget for something to do. My heart pounding anxiously waiting for word about the others.

"Y/n, do you need any help?" Ginny Weasley asked, pulling me out of my head. I look up at her and smile.

"No, I am sure I have everything. Just hate waiting, ya know."

Ginny sighed and nodded.

The rest of the Weasley family was transporting Harry from the his muggle relatives house. Hopefully, they don't run into any trouble.

As if fate heard my thoughts, we heard a port key in the yard. Ginny and I ran out seeing Harry and Hagrid.

Ginny ran to Harry and hugged him. I walked over to Hagrid.

"Hello Hagrid. Are you alright? Do you need me to heal you or?"

He sakes his head. "Nah, the Tonks did that for us while we were at their house."

I nod and turn to look at the love birds. Harry seemed to be crying and so was Ginny.

I pulled them inside to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley fussed over them as I went and grabbed both of them a calming draught.

Hearing Hagrid yell for Molly, I turn to see Hagrid and Professor Lupin bringing in a bloody George. I drop the empty vial in my hand.

H-how? George... he can't be.

I get pulled out of my head as Professor Lupin called to me. Seeing as I am the only healer here, I rush to George's side.

I wave my wand in order to diagnostic scans. Everything seems to be intact.

Well other than his left ear. I accio a blood replenishing potion and force George to swallow it.

I run my hands through George's hair as I quietly cry. George hasn't said anything yet, still passed out due to his injury.

I hear Fred walk into the living room and the air in the room gets tighter. He walks across and kneels next to his twin.

George's eyes flutter open. I gasp as my free hand grabs Fred's hand.

"How are you feeling, Gred?" Fred asks.

I squeeze his hand tighter. Fred and I being each others support as we waited for his response.

"Saint-like" George whispers, "Get it. I'm holy Fred."

I gasp as Fred chuckles. I hear Molly burst into tears behind us. I look up and smile at her.

"Doll?" George calls out for me.

"Georgie, I'm right here. How are you feeling? I mean obviously alright if you can tell jokes." I roll my eyes. George chuckles.

"My head hurts. My ear?"

I hold back a sob as I tell George that there was nothing I could do to save his ear.

George tries to sit up. Fred races over and grabs him. "Take it easy." I scold him.

I leave and go look everyone over. I hand out calming draughts. I know everyone is going to need it. I hand Ginny a sleeping draught, so she can give it to Harry.

When I walk up to Professor Lupin, I hug him.

"Thank you for bringing him back." I cried, tears rolling down my face.

I feel Tonks run her hands through my hair.

"Y/n, why don't you go wash up? You have all of our blood on you literally. I can handle any more injuries that may come. Mum did teach me a few things."

I nod and look over at George. I'm so glad he's alright. George is sitting on the couch talking to his brothers and Molly trying to feed him.

After my shower, I go to the twin's room and sit on George's bed. All the emotions hit me at once.

I could have lost him today. I couldn't even save his ear. He must be angry with me for not being able to even save his ear.

I didn't hear George walk into the room. I look up as I feel George sit on the bed.

"Doll, are you alright?" I nod and try to fuss over him.

"Y/n, look at me. You did great. We are all okay. You helped all of us."

I break down, crying for minutes. George lays us down on his bed, carefully not to mess with his bandages.

"Plus now I have a real reason, when I don't listen to mum." I giggle at him.

"I love you." I whisper as I lay my head on his chest.

George's hand rubs my back as he places a kiss on the top of my head. "I love you too Y/n. Thank you for being here with me."

The war was here. We were all in endangered, but George was my light at the end of the tunnel. As long as I have him, I know everything will be alright.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

No Matter What - F.Weasley

Summary: Y/N is finally meeting Fred’s parents and his eldest brothers for the holidays. She’s nervous but Fred assures her that he would love her no matter what.

Word Count: 1507

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, nervousness, Fem!Reader, non specific house, betting

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Author's Note: This is my first day of trying once again to post 25 fics leading up to Christmas! I have a few days done in advance already. I will be posting at least 2 fics per character on my masterlists. I hope you enjoy!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

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Y/N and Fred had been together for nearly a year. They had started dating right after New Years. For this Christmas, instead of spending the holiday at Hogwarts, Fred had invited her to the Burrow for Christmas, which she agreed to happily. However this would be the first time she had met his parents, Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Wealsley boys coming home for the holidays. She already knew George, Ginny, Ron and Percy through school but meeting the parents of the Weasley clan was something that made her nervous.

It was officially the first day of break, she was packed and ready to go, waiting by the Fat Lady’s painting for Fred and the rest of the Weasley’s, the first one to exit the portrait was George and right behind him was Fred. “You ready to go love?” Fred asked her with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m ready, let’s go boys,” She replied, matching her boyfriend’s smile. Fred was blissfully unaware of how nervous she was, he was just excited to go home to see the rest of his family, sure he had a majority of them at Hogwarts but he missed his parents dearly. He linked arms with his girlfriend who had linked arms with his twin as the three of them pranced their way to the exit of Hogwarts. 

Once they were on the train, then Fred finally took notice of how nervous his girlfriend actually was. “Why are you so nervous? I told you everyone is going to love you!”

“I know but I can’t help it. What if your mum doesn’t like me? Or your dad?” She asked, concern lacing her voice. Fred grabbed her hand and squeezed it, looking right in her eye.

“They will love you, I promise. Have I ever lied to you? Like ever?” Fred asked, she shook her head no, “So why would I lie about this? Mum and dad will love you. No question about it. George, a little backup here?” George perked up and looked right at his brother’s girlfriend, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh no, I entirely disagree. I think mum will claim her as her own child, another daughter. You know how much she loves having a single girl in the house, now imagine her with another girl in the house that loves her son just as much as she does,” George said, Y/N giggling slightly, the twins doing fantastic at their job to make her feel better.

“Thank you Freddie and Georgie. I appreciate it a lot.”

She was calm for the rest of the ride, the nervous feeling only returning once they flooed into the Burrow. She was right after George to get to the Burrow, Fred and the other’s right behind her. 

“My children are home! Hello my darlings! I’ve missed you!” Molly exclaimed from the kitchen, her voice getting louder until she had reached the fireplace. “You must be Y/N! Oh you are gorgeous, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Molly pulled the girl in for a hug which surprised her, she was stunned for a moment until she finally remembered to hug the woman back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Weasley. Freddie wouldn’t shut up about coming home to your cooking. He always says the house elves have nothing on you,” Y/N replied.

“Oh dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old.”

“Can I steal my girlfriend back to introduce her to dad? You’re going to suffocate her woman,” Fred joked to his mother. Molly let go of the girl before quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry dear, Fred just hasn’t stopped talking about you, I’ve been so excited to finally meet you!”

“I’ve been so excited to meet you too!”

“Okay, love, let’s go meet my father before my mum steals you for the rest of the holiday,” Fred grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and led her to the back yard where Arthur was tinkering with some muggle objects. “Dad, this is my girlfriend Y/N, love, this is my father.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Weasley, Freddie has told me loads about you,” She said with a smile.

“He’s said loads about you too! He told me you’re a half-blood, can you tell me what it’s like to have a muggle parent?” Arthur replied.

“Dad-”

“No, it’s fine Fred, I enjoy talking about my life as a half-blood, I got the best of both worlds really. I got to experience things as a witch but also as a muggle,” She explained to the man. Arthur continued to ask the girl questions, Fred eventually leaving the two of them to talk about the muggle world so he can go catch up with his mother.

“Where’s Y/N, dear?” Molly asked her son.

“Lost her to dad. They’re talking about muggles.” Fred replied.

“I had a feeling that would happen. You’ve got a good one Fred. That’s a keeper she is.”

Fred and Molly took the time to catch up, Fred telling her about school and Molly telling him about new things that she had done while her children had been away. They took their sweet time catching up until dinner was ready, Molly tasking Fred to call in Arthur and Y/N, so he went outside where he saw the two who had just met hugging, his father treating his girlfriend as one of his own. It made Fred’s heart warm to see it.

“Mum said dinner is ready,” Fred was apprehensive to interrupt but was glad he did deep down because he could finally steal his girlfriend back. Arthur was the first to let go of the girl and happily went into the house, Y/N meeting Fred halfway so they could walk into the house together. “I see that you and dad get on well.”

“Yeah, he’s a delight Freddie! He reminds me of you a little bit. You both get very passionate when you talk about things you love or have an interest in. Your eyes light up and you can talk for days about whatever it is. You two have that in common,” She smiled as they walked towards the house.

“See, I told you, there was no reason to be nervous. I do owe George a galleon now though.”

“What? Why? What did you two bet on this time?”

“I said mum would be the one to steal you but Georgie said dad would. George was right.” The two of them laughed about the bet as they entered the house and sat at the dinner table. 

Dinner went well, the Weasley’s that didn’t know Y/N got to know her and what she had liked. She had learned some new embarrassing stories about the twins as the conversation went on. And then, Molly pulled out the photo albums much to all of the Weasley children’s dismay. Y/N, Herminone and Harry, however, thoroughly enjoyed seeing pictures of their significant others as children, it gave them perfect ammunition to use against them if needed. 

Molly stayed up with the girl for a while finally getting the time to talk to her one on one to get to know her and her intentions with dating one of her sons. Y/N assured Molly that Fred was the love of her life; that there was nothing to be worried about when they were at Hogwarts because she would be there for Fred, no matter what. Molly felt lighter hearing this but she felt even better as she went on about her other children that were attending Hogwarts as well.

“Mrs. Weasley, I promise you that I will look after and care for Ginny, George and Fred when they’re away from you. They’re my family too and I care about them a lot. They mean the world to me,” Y/N assured the woman next to her. The woman pulled the girl into a tight hug as a thank you before sending her off to bed once she realized the time. She went up to the twins’ room and climbed right into Fred’s bed where he was already half asleep.

“Have a good talk with mum?” Fred asked her sleepily.

“A really good talk. I’ll tell you about it in the morning,” She replied as she was getting under the covers with him. As soon as she was under the covers, he pulled her into his side and dropped a lazy kiss to the top of her head. 

“Night, I love you.”

“I love you too Freddie. Good night.”

She had never felt so welcomed by another family before, she already felt like she was a part of the Weasley family. She knew that the family would always hold a special place in her heart no matter what happened. Fred was happy that she was quick to become part of the family, that she was quick to care for his family. He knew that he would never let her go, no matter what.

[holllandtrash]

better match | lando norris, pierre gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader, lando norris x reader blurb (epilogue ish i guess) to better left unsaid (the better series)

based off an anon message that the f1 drivers, specifically pierre and lando in monaco watching tennis but not sitting near each other was giving: “The Better Series” Pierre bringing y/n along as his plus one and her and lando just briefly acknowledging each other from across the court

word count: 1.7k (this is not proofread i wrote this so fast)

Pierre reached for your hand as you walked up the steps to the vip stands. Charles was waiting for the two of you next to the row of chairs and he flashed you both a smile.

"I didn't know you liked tennis," Charles said, stepping forward to pull you in for a hug.

"I don't," you laughed, dropping your sunglasses to rest on the bridge of your nose. You glanced at Pierre, "I was practically dragged here."

"Is that why you spent two hours on your hair and make up? Because you didn't want to come?" Pierre teased, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You placed your hand against his chest as his arm moved around your waist to hold you close to his side. It took everything you had to not tilt your chin up to kiss him, but Pierre had told you that there would be dozens of cameras around.

Your relationship was by no means a secret, but there was still a line you didn't like to cross when it came to PDA.

"Come on, let's sit," Pierre led the way, finding your seats easily.

There were perks to dating a Formula 1 driver. You may not have been a fan of tennis, but you could appreciate the good view of the match. There was no one in front of you, you had plenty of leg room and without even asking, one of the employees working brought you and Pierre each a bottle of sparkling water.

Pierre rested his hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb aimlessly over your exposed skin as he fell into a conversation with Charles.

You tried to pay attention to the match, but you kept having to lean towards Pierre and ask to him to explain what was going on or what the call meant. Pierre didn't mind helping you out though, he sort of figured that bringing you along would come with a lot of questions.

Pierre loved bringing you everywhere. Any sporting events, any dinners, any media requirements, he made sure to do whatever he could so that his invite was extended to you.

He always joked about you quitting your job so you could travel with him more, but they weren't actually jokes and you both knew that.

Since you started dating, you managed to split your time pretty evenly between your career and spending time with Pierre over his winter break but he somehow managed to convince you to take an extended leave that lined up with his first break of the season. Him having four weeks off in April wasn't expected and you really had no reason as to why you couldn't take time off.

So you went to Milan with him and then Paris and now you were in Monaco.

It was definitely nice to see Charles, it had been a while since you had caught up with him. George and Carmen were also somewhere watching the match, you made a mental note to try and meet up with them later.

As far as you were concerned, none of the other drivers were present but when you opened up your phone and saw that Lando's instagram story was the first one highlighted, you clicked it.

And that's when you found out he was watching the tennis match too.

You looked up from your screen and started to scan the audience that was across from you. When no one sitting down looked like Lando, you peered to your left and right, trying to see if you could spot the Brit.

"What's up?" Pierre asked, squeezing your leg. He noticed your sudden interest, not in the sport, but in trying to find something, or someone.

You weren't going to lie to him. Pierre and you had a very honest relationship, there were no secrets.

"Lando's here," you said.

Pierre nodded. His jaw tightened momentarily, but not enough to cause concern. You hadn't spoken to Lando face to face since he visited you at your place of work. You had seen him in the paddock when you attended the first race of the season, but you weren't able to go to the other ones so there was no opportunity to connect.

You logged into Twitch once over the winter break and watched one of his streams. You left a comment, one that went unnoticed by Lando, but when his viewers recognized your username in the chat, they started springing a bunch of questions on him.

And Lando had a really bad habit of reading the chat out loud.

"...what's up with you and Y/N..." Lando muttered and then smiled to himself as he leaned back in the chair. "Yeah we're friends, that's all. She'll always be one of my biggest supporters, dont worry."

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. But his fans didn’t need any more information than that. You would always support Lando, you still considered him a friend, you were just hovering in this area of uncertainty.

At that point, Max, who had been hovering over his shoulder, felt it was smart to chime in, "Yeah she'll just be wearing pink now instead of orange."

Lando elbowed his side, "She never wore orange anyway. It wasn't her colour."

And you don't know why you did this, but you felt the need to share your two cents and you typed in the chat, "It's not your colour either. It washes you out."

His viewers all loved that one. Lando must have seen the comment too, or at least the hundreds of responses to it, because he rolled his eyes and just tried to change the topic but with Max laughing in the background it wasn't all that easy to segue into something else.

There was no malice, though. No hatred, no anger. You were on good terms, even if you hadn't spoken or sent any texts over the last few months.

But now you were in the same vicinity and it wasn't a race weekend.

Did you want to talk to him?

Pierre had the same question for you, "Did you want to go say hi?"

"I don't even know where he is," you shrugged, but that wasn't the answer he was expecting, or hoping for.

"That's not what I asked."

You placed your hand overtop of Pierre's and gave it a squeeze, "Let's just watch the match, yeah?"

And you both did, for a while. Both of you pretending that you weren't subtly looking for the British driver in the stands.

Only Pierre didn't find Lando first. You did.

And it was on complete accident.

At the end of one of the sets, a young fan approached Charles from the right and naturally both you and Pierre turned your heads to watch the adorable interaction.

And that's when you saw Lando. Just a few metres down. Sitting in the same section as you but at the complete opposite end and a few rows up.

You could have pretended you didn't see him if he wasn't looking your way, but his eyes found yours in a heartbeat. He was wearing a light pink shirt that looked good against his tan skin. He was sitting with Max who was too engrossed with his phone. And you had officially been staring for too long.

Pierre glanced at you and then followed your line of sight up and over his shoulder. When he spotted Lando, Pierre gave him a friendly wave, mostly because it would look back on all of you if any rumours of bad blood resurfaced.

Lando waved back with two fingers, clearly directing it at Pierre because you hadn't done anything since seeing him. It wasn't until Lando looked forwards again did Pierre squeeze your leg, pulling your attention to him.

"You can say hi to him," Pierre told you. He didn't need to give you permission, he knew you would have gotten up and said hi if you wanted to. His words were more of a reminder. Lando was one of your oldest friends, it was almost strange that you hadn't said anything.

"Maybe later," you smiled. "Set's about to start."

"Oh now you care about tennis," Pierre smirked leaning in to kiss the side of your head. You tilted your head towards him and rested it on his shoulder for a minute as you returned to watching the game.

But you couldn't focus for long. You straightened up and glanced over your shoulder, hoping to see Lando again, which you did. He hadn't gone anywhere.

Pierre didn't have to say a word. He just pulled his hand off of your leg and rested it in his lap, taking away the only mental barrier keeping you from seeing Lando.

He didn't want to keep you from talking to him. He wasn't going to stop you either. It wasn't something he would have liked to see, but he loved you. He trusted you. He knew you didn't have those feelings for him anymore.

You loved Pierre. So much.

But that didn't mean you ready to open up the door to a friendship with Lando just yet.

So you settled on giving Lando a gentle smile. Something that would get the message across that you weren't ignoring him, you were acknowledging him, but you still needed time.

Lando respected that and he smiled back. He noticed that your smile didn't quite reach your eyes but there was a good chance his didn't either. It was clear there was a lot that was unsaid between you, and would remain unsaid, and Lando just had to accept that.

You and Pierre looked good together.

As you dropped your head to his shoulder, Lando told himself not to think about how you used to do that with him if you were ever watching a movie. You nudged your knee against Pierre's before you asked a question, something else you would do with Lando if you were confused about what was in front of you.

And then you reached for Pierre's hand.

While you had grabbed Lando's hand on multiple occasions, he had never brought your intertwined fingers up to his lips to kiss your knuckles like Pierre was doing now. A new kind of smile spread across your face as Pierre rested your connected hands in his lap, a smile that Lando didn't ever see, or if he did, didn't recognize what it was at the time.

Pierre made you happy. Ridiculously happy. Lando knew that he would never have been able to make you that happy.

But he kept glancing your way throughout the rest of the tennis match, waiting, hoping that you would look up at him again.

Only you never did. You didn't need to.

bro if this is kinda sad im sorry but like we all know their relationship ended with some uncertainty so like there is no happy platonic ending for them, not yet at least. i just wanted to write this bc it shows growth in this (fictional) friendship. its not over, it'll never be completely over but maybe i just have to write another blurb about them actually talking again for the first time

[beansnsoup]

hii -🍄

can i request a Reader x Fred Weasley

after a tiring week, on his break they plan to spend time together but something happens at the reader's work (maybe in her own store) and now Fred is a needy mess and impatient for cuddles

when she solves the problem (it didn't take long but I'm sure Fred would scoff that she left him for hours) they just hug and piss each other off

just fluff funny and more fluff fluff pleasee

Fred is so bbg

☆

All Love No Jokes

Summary: Diagon Alley has been very busy the past week or two, and it's caused you and your boyfriend Fred to not have a lot of time to yourselves.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: Fred Weasley

Warnings: fem reader, clingy partner??, fluff

"Thank you, please come again!" You say, handing them their bag. They smile at you, waving food bye as they take the bag.

After the customer leaves, you watch more come into the already packed store. You let out a sigh, you haven't seen your boyfriend, Fred, it days.

He and his brother, George, own the joke shop 2 doors down from yours. The three of you met when they first started setting up the shop after they bought it, and you and Fred had an instant connection.

Recently though the stores have been so packed either of you haven't been able to find the time see eachother.

The holidays were just around the corner, so family and friends were scavenging for the perfect gifts. This is the second most busiest time of the year. It's a close runner-up to back to school shopping.

You hear the door ring as it opens, but ignore it since the grandmother is taking forever to choose a gift, so she's been talking to you for the past 20 minutes to help her pick one.

You finally just convince the lady to pick out the necklace from your sister's jewelry line since not a lot of people have been purchasing from her lately.

You check her out and rub your eyes out of frustration. The people piling up in the shop are causing the volume to rise gradually.

"You're a very amazing businesswoman." You hear a familiar voice call out. You turn around to find Fred.

"When did you get in here?" You ask him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"I squeezed in when you looked like you were going to rip your hair out because of that old lady."

You laughed, "Yeah, but she was really sweet. There's just a lot going on in the store today."

"You should close early, and we'll make a night of it, George will cover for me."

"As good as that sounds, this is the most money I've made in a while, I need this."

He sulks, "Okay love, just so you know, I'll be back at your closing time."

You smile at him as his grasp loosens, "Okay."

He makes his way to the door and sends you a small finger wave. When the door shuts, you suddenly feel empty, and you also find yourself looking at the clock every time you aren't helping a customer.

"Just these, please." You hear someone say thag knocks you away from your trance. You smile at them and start to add up and bagging the items.

The whole situation seems like a blur due to you trying to listen to the ticks of the clock and count them as they go.

Once you finally get the last group of customers out and the clock strikes 6 you lock the door up and run to the back door, swinging it open.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, love." Fred says, you smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. You lead him in, locking the door behind the both of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are in the flat above your shop. "Today was wild, I had a woman yell at me because one of the candles I was selling wasn't a color she liked." You started.

Fred laughed at this, "Well, George got slapped by a 12 year old boy because he couldn't get Puking Pastilles for free."

You laughed at this while he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, "You okay?" You ask him.

"Yea, just a long day and I missed you."

"I missed you too, I'm contemplating closing the shop tomorrow or the day after to catch a break."

"That'd be nice. We could finally get some alone time." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You cringe and nudge him off you, which is followed by a groan from him. You knew he had a thing for physical touch, and you had a thing for egging it on.

He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, grazing it up and down. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"Wrong, because I missed you most."

I LOVE FRED WEASLEY SM

"Don't start with me."

[waywardxrhea]

Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 7

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 1,795

content: fluff, angst, shouting

a/n: going back i hated how i originally wrote this chapter so here i am rewriting it in its entirety lol

The next morning you and George woke up and got dressed before heading to your place to tell your parents the news! You were a little worried about how your dad would react and couldn’t help the anxious fidgeting you did with the ring on your left hand as you and George made your way from your apparition spot to the house. While your dad had always been accepting of George from their very first meeting, you were afraid of how he would react to George not speaking with him first. Not to mention that the two of you hadn’t been together all that long… Plus you couldn’t even tell them why things were moving a bit faster than what would be normal! There were so many factors that were coming into play and-

“You all right?” George asked, breaking you away from your tumultuous thoughts. 

“Hm?” you hummed out in response. You pushed away your anxious thoughts before telling him, “Just worried about what Dad will say. That’s all…”

“I’m sure everything will be just fine,” George told you before kissing you affectionately as the two of you made your way up the drive and to the front door. 

When you unlocked and opened the front door, you were met with the delicious smell of cooking bacon wafting through the house. “Good morning!” you called out loudly in greeting to your parents. 

“We’re in the kitchen, love!” your mum called back, so you squeezed George’s hand and began making your way there. 

“How was your night, you two?” your dad asked after raising his tea in greeting when the two of you made their company in the kitchen. 

“It was lovely!” you replied, feeling your heart begin to pound in your ears in anticipation for the news you were about to drop on them. 

“Anything exciting happen?” your mum asked as she put the magazine in her hands down to focus on the conversation at hand 

“Well, uh… I- George and I- We-” you said, looking for the right words as you went. 

“We’re engaged!” George finished for you, willing to take the brunt of your dad’s protest if it were to happen. He pulled you into his embrace and leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, unable to keep the smile off his face at the fact that you were his fiancee!

In response to the statement, your dad choked on his tea and a little bit dribbled down his chin before he asked, “Pardon? You’re-?”

“Engaged!” you managed to squeak out in a timid voice, shrinking back into George’s arms in anticipation for him to blow up on you. 

“Congratulations!” your mom exclaimed as she made her way over to give the pair of you a warm hug. You felt the hitch in her chest as she did and knew she was holding back tears, and you hoped that they were good tears… 

When she pulled away, you looked up to gauge your dad’s reaction and saw the biggest smile spreading across his face as he began to accept the news he was given. You let out a quick sigh of relief before asking, “You aren’t mad?”

“Mad? No, not mad,” he said before pulling you into a hug. He kissed the top of your head and said, “Shocked maybe, but not mad.”

He pulled away from you and shook George’s hand firmly as he asked, “I am curious though, George. Why so fast? It took me six years before I finally got the guts to propose!”

“Well, when you know, you know,” George replied, the sparkle of love in his eyes obvious as he sent a look in your direction. “Gotta keep her on her toes yeah? That’s what the two of you told me when we first met!”

“It will probably be quite a while until the wedding, lots to plan after all, but it feels good to have the ring,” you said to no one in particular as you once more admired the ring. “It feels like commitment,” you added, looking up at George fondly. 

“That’s good to hear, love bug,” your mum said before taking your hand in hers to admire the ring. 

After a little longer of chatting with your parents, George headed back to the shop where he was greeted by Lee and Fred practically tackling him in stereo bear hugs! Fred ruffled his brother’s hair with a hearty laugh as Lee teased him, “George Weasley settling down I hear?”

“Never thought I’d see the day!” Fred exclaimed.

“Fire whisky all around!” Lee shouted before taking out his wand and summoning over a bottle and some glasses that he and Fred had abandoned the night before when he came to visit and wish the twins a happy Christmas. 

The three of them drank a shot of fire whisky each before Lee headed out to do some shopping in Diagon Alley, leaving the twins alone again. The relative silence left in his wake was interrupted by Fred asking, “How’re you gonna tell Mum and Dad? I don’t exactly expect Mum to be thrilled even if an engagement means you’re one step closer to this being a ‘legal’ relationship.”

“I don’t care what they say,” George told his brother, a hint of defiance in his voice as a flash of anger flared in his chest as he remembered the events of the afternoon before at the Burrow. “This engagement is to make me and her happy, and if Mum has a problem with it then so be it.”

Anger was an understatement when the news was revealed to her that afternoon. George had his fair share of rows with his mother over the years, but this one in particular was worse than the others. The other occupants of the house had dispersed themselves either into the garden or the upper floors as the two had their go at each other. 

“I’m not asking for permission, Mum! This is happening whether you like it or not, we’re getting married!” George told her. 

“How could you be so rash?!” she shouted once she was able to form coherent sentences in spite of her anger. 

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” George retaliated, his face flushed red with anger. “You and Dad eloped because of the war! I had half a mind to do that myself, by the way!”

“T-that’s different! Your father and I were meant for each other!” she told him, crossing her arms over her chest to try and contain herself. 

“And who’s to say that isn’t the case here?” George asked. 

“Because you two were never meant to meet! She’s a Muggle, George! You were meant to be safely tucked away in Hogwarts finishing up your studies, not out in the Muggle world where you could so easily be killed!” Her voice cracked with emotion at the end of her statement and she turned away to discreetly wipe away her tears. 

George was stunned into silence for a few seconds before he mumbled, “I can hold my own, Mum. Mad-Eye said so himself. So don’t worry about that.”

“I’ll always worry about that,” she whispered. 

“I know,” George said quietly. “And maybe someday I’ll understand, but right now you have to let me find my own path.” 

Before another word could be spoken, George turned on the spot and Disapparated back to the shop. He just didn’t understand why his mum was so against this relationship! As Fred said, it was one step closer to there being no legal problems with the Ministry! He guessed it was all about perspective though. He and Fred had always lived their lives on the border of what was considered “safe” and it seems that that bled into his romantic life as well. The risk was worth it all at the end of the day though, because the two of you made each other happy and that was what mattered. His mum would come around one day. Today just wasn’t that day. 

“You’re what?!” Abbie asked, louder than she intended when she, you, and Jasmine met up for spring play rehearsal once classes were over for the day in early January when classes started back up at your university. 

“Engaged!” you told her excitedly as you showed your friends the ring on your finger which you had a sneaking suspicion that George charmed to be extra sparkly. 

“Shut up!” Jasmine exclaimed as she took your left hand into her own and began inspecting the ring. “He must’ve spent a fortune on this thing, I mean look at it! When did this happen and why did you not tell us immediately?!”

“He asked on Christmas, but this was something way too big to tell you two over text so I waited until now…” you replied, trailing off at the end when you saw the incredulous look on Abbie’s face. “You aren’t happy…”

Realising that she was wearing her heart on her sleeve, Abbie neutralised her facial expression. She sighed and said your name sympathetically, telling you, “It’s not that I’m unhappy, it's just that I’m…shocked to say the least. I mean, you’ve only been together for just over six months, isn’t this moving a bit fast?” Her eyes widened as a realisation dawned on her and they flicked down to your stomach as she whispered sharply, “Are you pregnant?!”

“What? No!” you replied, taken aback by the question. You sighed, telling your friend, “Have a little faith, okay?” It’s not you who has to worry about you or your fiance being killed because of your blood status. Nothing is moving too fast when life’s on the line… you thought to yourself. 

“You know, you’ve been telling me that a lot in the last six months about this guy, and sometimes I just wonder if maybe…” Abbie said, trailing her sentence off at the end as her eyes turned down to the floor. 

“Maybe it’s too good to be true? We’ve been over this,” you told her as you pushed open the door to the black box theatre where you would be receiving casting results for the spring musical. 

“I just worry…” Abbie whispered as the three of you sat down in chairs littered about the risers in the room. 

“I know you do, but there’s nothing you need to worry about, Abs,” you told her. A smile made its way onto your lips as you said, “We’re happy, we’re engaged, and nothing anyone can say is going to change that!”

Jasmine squealed quietly in excitement as she said, “I can’t wait to be a bridesmaid!!”

“And I hope that you’d like to be one too,” you said to Abbie, extending the olive branch for her to take when she was ready. 

a/n: again, it pains me to write our sweet dear Molly like this, but i shall do what must be done for the plot! lol! it'll just make it that much sweeter when she finally warms up to Reader! who said that?

the next chapter is a super short one that was just a little blurb i couldn't get out of my head one day when i was writing this and to absolutely no one's surprise guess what it showcases? George's protective side! but in a cute and fun way, so it's different than how it's been portrayed so far! i hope you all will like it! i may publish it this weekend because it's such a short one! and then the chapter after that is spicy who keeps saying these things? lmao

anyways! likes and comments are always appreciated!

xo, brooke <3

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