Prompt - Can you please do a prompt about George being intimidated by his siblings that are much older than him? Can I have it by May 23? Thanks!
Prompt - Can you please do a Union J one shot? George is the youngest of 16 siblings. All of his siblings are so much older than him. He feels intimidated by them and is a bit scared. He thinks they don’t love him. His family were having a big get together and George is sitting in his room. His siblings walk in and ask why he’s not at the gathering. He explains why he thinks that they don’t love him. They tell him they love him. Lots of fluff and cuddles! Thanks so much! I love your work so much!
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It wasn’t easy to be a part of a big family. No matter how much George tried to adjust, he just couldn’t find his place in the family. Well, when you’re the youngest of 16 siblings, it’s kind of hard to make yourself be noticed. George often thought that he’d go unnoticed with the amount of siblings that’s around him. And it was why the boy liked to be on his own mostly. But that was something that his siblings had started noticing recently.
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One of the joys of being part of such a big family was explaining to people how exactly he had 15 more siblings. Well, his mother had 4 kids from her previous marriage while his father had 7 kids prior to marrying George’s mother. Together, George’s parents had 5 kids including George. While most of them had moved out of the house, it was still a packed house with 7 of them back at home.
George did get a little bit of breathing space when he moved out of home to join Union J but whenever he went back home, it got a bit too much for the boy.
Well, if George thought that being with his 6 other siblings was too much then he was in for a surprise when all 16 of them got together for holidays.
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George had gotten home during the holidays and he literally felt better when he walked into a quiet house. Apparently none of his siblings were at home and the others were yet to reach. He had few moments to spend with his parents before the chaos to begin.
It didn’t take long for chatters and giggles to fill in the house as his 8 brothers and 7 sisters each reached one by one.
George stayed behind, not wanting to appear rude to anyone, meeting every of his siblings before retreating back to his room.
It’s not that he didn’t like spending time with them but he was so much younger than them, so he didn’t really know how to behave around them. So he did what he thought was best, he’d let them have their fun while he’d sit in his room and plug his earphones in.
Nobody will notice anything, right? In a house of 18 people, you wouldn’t notice if one was missing!
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Except that everyone noticed that their youngest wasn’t around. They waited for him before the Aaron, the oldest of them all, decided to pay the youngest one a little visit.
“Hey there” Aaron said as he poked his head in the room.
George looked surprised to see Aaron there but he tried to mask his surprise with a smile.
“Why are you here?” George asked when he saw Aaron making himself comfortable in bed next to him.
“Why aren’t you downstairs?” Aaron asked, instead.
“Thought you guys were going to party?” George said.
“Buddy, we can’t party without you. It is family time and we can’t have that without you” Aaron explained, before asking, “You don’t consider us family?”
“No, I mean, yes! Oh God! I mean of course you’re all family to me but I’m…” George trailed off.
“This idiot feels like he’s too young so we all probably don’t like him” Brie, George’s sister, said.
“Brie” George cut her off, blushing.
“Oh kiddo! We all love you. Why would you think like that?” Aaron asked, before ruffling the boy’s hair when he saw him shrugging.
“Well, he doesn’t know if we love him or not” Brie whispered with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
George raised an eyebrow at her tone but could barely say anything before he was thrown over Aaron’s shoulder.
Aaron threw him down on the couch as he yelled for the others, “tickle attack! We have a sad little guy here.”
Within seconds, George was a giggling mess as a pile of siblings lay on the floor laughing as well.
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George had a fun time with his siblings. The boys made sure to include him in everything while the girls showered him with love. And this time when George returned back to the Union J boys, he was in a better mood. He actually found himself missing his siblings. Well there were times when George would still find all this overwhelming and would need his space but at least now he knew that they all loved him. And he loved them as always. They were a large family but a happy family; happy in their own way.
Prompt: I love your imagines and one shots and can you please write one where the boys get into a fight and George gets hurt? Thank you.
It was very rare that the boys got into a fight. Most of the time, they got along great. But, like most people, the more time you spend in constant contact with someone, the more likely you will get annoyed at them.
Their fights were never serious, mostly over silly, little things that they would disagree about for a few hours and then laugh about later.
This was not one of those times, though.
The boys were on tour with Sabrina Carpenter, traveling all over and performing shows together. They were loving the opportunities to play in places they've never been, meet more fans they haven't had the chance to, and bond with each other. Everything was perfect.
They had two travel days between shows, and they would be spending the majority of the two days on the tour bus. Which was fine, they had video games, movies, and wifi to entertain themselves.
A couple hours into their first travel day, Blake and Reece decided to hold a huge Fifa tournament with everyone on the bus. George didn't want to play, but after a lot of begging from the other two, finally gave in.
George beat Ben and Tanner, but lost to Reece, causing Reece and Blake to be in the final against each other. George sat between them on the couch, watching the two become fully immersed in their game.
It was very amusing for George to watch them battle each other, Blake kept jumping off of the couch each time he almost scored a goal, and Reece cursed quietly when he would lose the ball. But the game was ending, and they were tied 3-3. George realized that maybe the boys were taking this too seriously just when Reece took his final shot. Blake was all ready to block it when the tour bus hit a pot hole, causing him to drop his remote. George watched as the ball went into the net, the virtual team celebrating.
"Yes!! I won!!" Reece cheered, letting out a series of happy whoops. George giggled a little, enjoying seeing Reece happy. But, Blake was not happy.
"No you didn't! That's not fair because the bus messed me up!" Blake practically yelled, glaring daggers at Reece. George felt his cheery mood disintegrate, glancing back and forth between Reece and Blake. Reece's face morphed into a smirk.
"Blake, stop being a sore loser. I won," Reece said smugly, putting his controller down and leaning back on the sofa next to George. Reece slung his arm around George, pulling him close to his side, but George didn't feel so relaxed. He watched as Blake seemed to get more angry. Uh oh, he's gonna lose it.
"I didn't lose!! You're a cheater!" Blake screamed, throwing his controller like a child. George sighed, taking out his phone with the intention of ignoring them both until they calm down. Ben sent him a text asking why Blake was screaming, causing George to tell him the whole situation. All Ben sent was laughing emojis in response, thanks for the help Ben, George thought slightly annoyed.
Reece got up at some point, standing face to face with Blake. Reece and Blake were still yelling at each other, George tuned out what they were saying until he heard his name.
"George, you were watching! Was that fair?" Reece questioned, turning to look at George. His eyebrows were raised in a I know I'm right and you know it too way. Blake was looking at George too, making him feel on the spot.
"Well, I mean I saw it but, I'm not sure..." he trailed off, really not wanting to be involved. Reece rolled his eyes, while Blake took a step closer to George grabbing his hand gently.
"Come on, Georgie! You know it's not fair! The bus made me mess up!" Blake practically begged, pulling on George's arm for emphasis. George looked between the boys again.
"I really don't want to be in the middle of this. Just redo the game," George tried to be rational about it. It was a stupid video game, they'll be over it in an hour.
"No, I'm done with him. All he ever does is cheat at games and act like he's right all the time!" Blake spat at Reece, glaring at him one final time before storming towards his bunk.
"Well, you are a sore loser who sucks at video games!" Reece shouted at Blake's retreating form, dropping onto the couch next to George once Blake was out of sight. George could tell Reece was still angry, so he didn't say anything. They just sat in silence, George scrolling through Instagram while Reece stared at the ceiling with a pissed off expression on his face.
"Boys, we are stopping for dinner! Where's Blake?" Ben announced as he walked into the back room. George was laying down on the couch, watching television, Reece on the other end of the couch on his phone. George looked to see if Reece was going to answer, but he didn't.
"Blake's in his bunk," George mumbled, turning the tv off and putting shoes on to get food. Reece continued to sit on the couch, though. Ben nodded, leaving the room to find Blake.
"Reece, you coming?" George asked softly, not wanting to set Reece off again if he was still angry. He hesitantly approached the oldest boy, standing over him slightly.
"No, I'm not hungry. You go ahead, G," Reece said, sending George a small smile and patting his hip lightly, before looking back down at his phone. George nodded even though Reece wasn't looking at him, and left the bus.
He met Ben and Tanner outside, Blake not there either. Both of the other boys decided to skip dinner which they didn't do unless they were really bothered by something. It's only been a couple hours since the fight, maybe they just need more time to cool off, George thought hopefully. Ben, Tanner, and George went off to get food, deciding to bring stuff back for Blake and Reece to eat if they get hungry later. George didn't talk much during the meal, too busy worrying about the boys. They headed back after an unusually short meal, boarding the bus silently.
George climbed onto the bus first, and immediately heard people yelling. He rushed to the back of the bus, seeing Reece standing there in a towel with soap in his hair, Blake standing near him. Both of them were red in the face and screaming like crazy.
"What's going on over here?" Tanner yelled over them, catching both of their attention.
"I was in the middle of a shower when Blake just shut the water off! And now he's saying I'm not allowed to use the soap!" Reece explained, his tone frustrated.
"He was taking too long in the shower and it's my soap! He can't use my soap!" Blake gestured wildly with his arms, narrowly missing George's head, who ducked out of the way. Blake sent George an apologetic look.
"Boys, knock it off," Ben sighed, walking away with Tanner following. The whole situation was petty and annoying.
"Georgie, can I use your soap please? Mine is lost somewhere in my suitcase," Reece asked sweetly, as if he hadn't been screaming like a wild man a minute prior. George just sighed quietly, nodding, and moved to get his bathroom stuff from his suitcase.
"G, don't give him your stuff. Let him go get his own," Blake said, punctuating his sentence with a harsh glare at Reece. Blake grabbed George's arm to make him stop walking and pulled him close to his body. Blake wrapped his arms around George possessively, staring Reece down. Reece just huffed and rolled his eyes.
"It's fine. I'll give it to him so he doesn't have to use yours," George mumbled, pulling out of Blake's hold. The youngest boy sent him a sad expression, hoping to get George on 'his' side. George squeezed passed him and got the stuff out of his bag for Reece.
"Thank you, George. You're the best!" Reece said the last part pointedly at Blake, ruffling George's hair. Blake grumbled under his breath and George went to his bunk to avoid the argument that would probably start back up again. He climbed in and put his headphones in. It was still very early, but George wanted this day to be over, the fighting was annoying and they kept dragging him in the middle. It was unfair and cruel. He fell asleep, not saying his usual goodnight to the boys.
George woke up pretty early the next morning, considering he went to bed before eight o'clock. He climbed out of his bunk quietly, with the intention of getting breakfast. Maybe a good night's sleep was all they needed to feel better. Everything's probably fine now, George thought happily as he poured some cereal for himself.
But, it didn't get better. Throughout the rest of the travel day, Blake and Reece continued to have small arguments about everything. It was exhausting listening to them. And every time they fought, they would drag George into the middle of it.
When they finally arrived at the hotel, Ben decided that Reece and Blake needed to be separated in different rooms to end the bickering.
"Me and Tanner are sharing one room, George can choose whatever room he wants to stay in," Ben announced, before going to get their room keys. Blake and Reece turned to look at George, waiting for him to make his choice. Ben, why would you do that?! George desperately asked in his head.
"Come on, G. Let's go get our room key," Blake said, gently grabbing George's hand and pulling him towards Ben.
"Wait! George is staying in my room," Reece said, grabbing George's other hand. George looked back and forth between the boys, taking in their angry expressions. Oh no, they are going to fight over me, in the middle of the hotel lobby, where everyone can see!
"George is staying with me," Blake gritted through his teeth, pulling George towards him slightly.
"No, he's staying with me!" Reece spat out, tugging George in the opposite direction, making him nearly fall over.
"Boys, stop-" George tried to end the fight before it started, but they cut him off.
"George has been my friend longer, so he's staying with me!" Blake practically shouted, drawing some attention from people nearby. George felt his arm being pulled a lot harder, both boys tightening their grips on him.
"Well, he likes me better, so he's staying with me!" Reece smugly said, tugging George very hard. A whimper came out of George's lips. They were starting to hurt him, and people were staring at them, and he was tired of the stupid fighting.
Blake squeezed George's hand tightly, enough that he knows it'll be bruised tomorrow. Reece did the same, causing George to let out a yelp.
"Stop!" George shouted, making everyone turn at look. Ben started making his way towards them quickly, noticing what was happening. Blake and Reece immediately stopped fighting, their attention on George. The smallest boy felt like he was about to explode, the backs of his eyes burning and a huge lump in his throat.
"What's going on boys?" Ben asked hesitantly, taking in their expressions and grips on George's arms.
"They are hurting me," George whimpered, trying to twist his arms out of their grasps. Once they heard him though, the boys immediately dropped his arms.
"George, we're sorry, we-" Reece began, stepping towards George.
"We weren't thinking, we didn't mean to-" Blake cut Reece off. Both of them started to apologize to George at the same time. But, George was overwhelmed and very close to crying. He backed away, not looking at any of them.
"I'm staying in my own room," George declared, grabbing a key card out of Ben's hand and practically running away. He ignored his name being called by the boys, stepping into an elevator and making his way to his room alone.
George found the hotel room, unlocking it and quickly closing the door. He leaned against it, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. And then he finally cried.
George sat there and cried for a while, he's not sure how long. He felt his phone vibrate like crazy in his pocket, but he made no attempt to check it. Once he stopped crying, he pulled on a sweatshirt, feeling cold, upset, and just awful. George was alone, without the boys for the first time since they got on tour. Part of him hated being alone, but another part was so hurt and mad about what they did. All over some stupid video game. He climbed into bed, pulling out his phone to check his messages.
106 messages in the boys' group chat, 67 messages from Reece, 73 messages from Blake, 23 from Ben and Tanner, and a plethora of phone calls and voicemails that he would never listen to.
He quickly scanned the messages, most of the ones from the boys were explaining how sorry they were, and that they were stupid, asking George if he was okay, or where he was. They were frantic, begging George to just respond so they knew he was okay. He didn't reply to any of them.
He was about to lock his phone when a new message came in.
From Ben: Let me in your room. I'm alone, I promise :)
At first, George thought about not letting Ben in, but decided that he didn't do anything wrong and he didn't really want to be alone anymore. George slowly climbed out of bed, checking the peep hole and seeing Ben standing in the hallway, alone like he said. George carefully opened the door, and Ben quickly came inside, shutting it behind him.
"Are you okay?" Ben asked, making George shrug his shoulders. Was he okay? Mentally, he felt like shit. Physically, well he hasn't checked the damage yet.
"Let me look at your arms," Ben demanded gently, almost reading George's mind. George pulled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, finally seeing the damage. There were small, blue finger shaped bruises on his wrists and hands, not really noticeable yet but they would be tomorrow. There were red lines with a couple crescent moon shaped marks on his skin. Some even were bleeding a little, where Blake's and Reece's fingernails bit his skin.
Ben winced at the sight, "Aw, Georgie," he cooed softly. The sight made George tear up again. Ben left to get medical supplies from his bag that he brought with him. He methodically cleaned the cuts and scrapes, while George let silent tears fall. They didn't mean to, they didn't mean to played in a constant loop in his mind. Blake and Reece are his best friends, they didn't mean to hurt him, they loved him. But somehow they still did.
"I'm sorry, George. I shouldn't have put you in the middle of it," Ben apologized quietly once he finished tending to George's arms.
"'S okay," George mumbled, wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Ben hugged him gently.
"Get some sleep. The boys are staying in the room across the hall. I told them they have to make up and no more fighting, ever," Ben says seriously, making George smile a little.
"Thank you," George says, waving as Ben lets himself out of the room. George is about to climb back under the covers and go to sleep, when someone pounds on his door.
He slowly creeps towards the door, not knowing who would be knocking so loud, this late at night. George take a deep breath and looks through the peep hole. He sees Blake and Reece pounding frantically on his door.
"George!! Let us in! We know you are in there, Ben just came out of there!" Blake shouts, continuing to knock on the door.
"Please George!" Reece begs. George thinks about letting them in, before deciding that he needs space from them.
"No, go away!" He calls through the door, surprised at how strong and angry his voice sounds. The knocking stops abruptly.
"Georgie, we are really sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you," Reece's voice sounds like he's about to cry. George closes his eyes. If they cry I'm done for, he thinks, knowing that his resolve will crumble regardless of what they did.
"We never wanted to hurt you and we won't ever do it again, love, we promise!" Blake calls through the door, sounding guilty and upset.
"I-I need space. Away from you both," George's voice barely makes it through the door. Reece and Blake feel their hearts break at the sound of hurt and pain in George's voice.
George steps away from the door when he doesn't hear anything else from them. He fights the urge to cry, choosing to just go to sleep and ignore everything.
In the morning, George feels better. His eyes are puffy, but he doesn't look too bad. His arms aren't as bad as he thought. There are still faint lines and prominent bruises, but he expected much worse. George sighs, pulling on a sweater to cover them. He's definitely going to wear a long sleeve shirt for the concert tonight.
Ben texts George telling him to meet him downstairs for breakfast, so he sends a quick response as he walks out of his room.
And promptly trips over something, landing on his face in the middle of the hallway. He lets out a groan before turning over to see what he tripped on.
Reece was sitting up, rubbing his back where, apparently, George tripped on him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" George asked angrily, standing up. "You could've gotten hurt, or hurt someone else! Have you idiots been out here all night?" George shouted, taking in Blake and Reece's disheveled appearances.
"We stayed to show you how much we are sorry," Blake softly said, pleading with his eyes for George to understand. Both of the boys took a step closer, silently celebrating when George didn't move away.
"We are sorry, love. I don't know how else to say it, and we hope you believe us. But we will be spending the rest of our lives regretting what we did to you and earning your trust back," Reece vowed, stepping even closer to George, who was eyeing both of them carefully, but making no move to leave or react negatively.
"We love you, George and we are very very sorry!" Blake said, opening his arms as an invitation for a hug.
"No more fighting?" George asked softly, staring at each of their eyes for an hint of doubt or dishonestly. They both shook their heads, and George saw nothing but open honesty in their faces.
So he stepped forward and hugged them both. He knew it would take a while to trust them again and for them to make up for what they did. But, it was a start. And George knew they loved him enough to never drag him into the middle of a fight again.
This is a long one because I had it written awhile ago.
Prompt - Hi! Can you please do a part 2 for A Larger Family, Happy Family please? One where George is depressed and all 16 of his siblings help him feel better. Fluffy and cuddles please! Thanks! Can I have it by July 5 please?
Prompt - Part 2 of the George Shelley prompt? One where George hides being upset and each one of his 16 siblings takes turns to talk to him. Cuddles?
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With George opting out of Union J, things had been quite stressing for the lad. He had spent some wonderful time with the Union J boys and leaving them was a heartbreaking decision for him and the band. George had thought it out. He talked to the boys. They even wished him all the best but months later, George realized he wasn’t happy. Let alone be happy, he was pretty upset or if he could say, he was actually depressed. And that’s when he decided to go back home.
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When George got back home, most of his siblings weren’t there. It was easier for him to just hide in his room. His parents did notice that something was off with the boy, but George just didn’t want to talk to anyone. But that was only until his siblings came back home.
If George found it difficult to keep avoiding the questions from his parents then all of his 16 siblings pestering him about ‘what’s up’ with him, was slowly getting on his nerves.
All George wanted was to be left alone but that just wasn’t going to happen, especially with 16 siblings around him.
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The boys had all one by one tried to ask George what was going on with him and why was he so moody. He avoided all of them, snapping at them and asking them to stay away from him. When things went wrong, his sisters stepped in.
It all started with one of George’s brothers, Scott pressing him for details about how’s life after Union J and all of a sudden, George snapped badly.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t you get it?” George shouted before storming to his room.
“What did I do?” Scott asked, grumpily.
“I’ll talk to him” Aaron volunteered.
“Let us. We’ll talk to him” Brie said.
The boys shrugged, letting the girls go ahead this time.
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George had buried his head in his pillow, lying on his stomach when the girls walked in.
“What’s up baby boy?” Scarlet asked before Olivia hit her on her back.
“Girls, I don’t want…” George mumbled.
“You don’t want to talk” Chloe answered for him.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to” Grace mumbled.
“But you know we are there if you want to talk” Naomi said.
“We’re good listeners you know” Leah added.
“And good secret keepers too” Willow chuckled.
“There’s nothing wrong… I just missed them. I miss the band. I miss everything” George sniffled.
“Aww bub” Brie sighed, pulling the boy in a hug.
Within seconds, George was pulled in a pile of hugs and he did manage a little smile.
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The little talk did help George’s mood brighten up a little. But it got even better when he walked down to open the door a few days later.
“Surprise” Josh, Jaymi and JJ screamed altogether.
For probably the twentieth time in the past few days, George found himself tearing up again as he threw himself in their arms.
He introduced the boys to his siblings, smiling to himself when he caught Aaron thanking the Union J boys for accepting his invitation to surprise George.
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Having so many siblings wasn’t really that bad. Especially if they’d catch on when you’re feeling down and plan such surprises for you!
Prompt: hey, love! i was wondering if you'd do one where george is the youngest among all three boys, where they're all brothers, and g's still in school? he gets sick while in while in school one day, and has to go home because he panicked as he's never been so ill without his two brothers before? thank you!
Note: I googled what age you get done with school in England (since I’m from the US) and it said 16, so George will be 15 in this, Blake is 18 and Reece is 19. Sorry if my info isn’t completely accurate!! Also I know the boys don’t drive, just go with it.
Sometimes it sucked that George was the youngest out of his brothers. He couldn’t go out with Reece and Blake with their friends, he couldn’t hang out and record music with them all day, and he couldn’t go anywhere alone without one of them going with. They constantly babied George.
Which is why when he woke up feeling like complete shit, he didn’t tell anyone. We didn’t want to suffer through Reece’s million questions and Blake’s forcing him to take almost every medication they have. No thank you, he would rather deal with the clogged sinuses, scratchy throat, and unsettled stomach alone.
“G, time to get up!” Reece called up the stairs from the kitchen. Their parents worked a lot during the week, leaving work before George woke up, and usually getting home very late at night. That left most of the responsibilities of parenting fall on Reece and Blake.
George groaned, before climbing out of bed slowly. He had to pause for a second once he stood up, his head feeling fuzzy and his vision swimming in front of him. George rubbed his temples, feeling a dull throb start in his head. Yup, today is really going to suck, George thought angrily. He grabbed a random sweatshirt and jeans. He decided to skip doing his hair today, not having the energy to style it nicely and letting it flop in his face.
George stumbled down the stairs, groggily making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed two pieces of bread, plopping them in the toaster and leaning his head on his hand while he waited for them to be done.
“Hey Blake! I have to go grocery shopping this morning, can you give George a ride to school?” Reece called, finishing making George’s lunch. Blake jogged into the kitchen, grabbing an apple and jumping to sit on the kitchen counters. George grabbed his toast, putting some butter on it and taking a bite. His stomach rolled unhappily at the thought of food, but George needed to eat.
“Yeah, morning G!” Blake said cheerily. George grunted around his mouthful of toast, not feeling up to talking. Reece turned to look at George, who usually was in a good mood in the morning.
George just shoved the rest of his toast in his mouth before mumbling, “Nothing, just tired,”. Reece looked over at Blake with his eyebrow raised. Blake just shrugged, he didn’t know what was wrong with George today either.
“I’ll pick you up after school, George. See you in about an hour, Blake!” Reece called, ruffling their hair as he walked out the front door. Blake cursed at Reece’s laughing form for messing up his hair, George using the distraction to quickly take a few aspirins.
“Alright, Georgie! Let’s go!” Blake commanded in a weird voice, grabbing George’s backpack for him and taking him to the car. George trudged to the car, climbing in. Blake started the car and headed towards George’s school.
“Are you okay? You seem... off,” Blake asked after a few minutes of silence in the car. George was just staring out the window, not telling stories of dumb people at school or changing the radio stations like he usually does.
“I already said I’m tired,” George answered with a slight attitude in his tone. He was grumpy and feeling slightly ill. Not that Blake knew that, but whatever, he’s allowed to be grumpy sometimes.
Blake glanced at George, watching him out of the corner of his eye. George almost never had an attitude, only when their parents’ would fight with him. George is an easy going kid, not like Reece, who had a hair-trigger and would explode in anger at any small thing. George’s behavior only added to Blake’s feeling that something was wrong.
“Okay. Well if something changes, text me,” Blake added softly as they pulled up to the front of George’s school. He saw George nod quickly, getting out of the car. George waved at Blake before heading inside. Blake sighed, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, before heading back towards their house.
George was beginning to think his plan for not telling his brothers about how he was feeling was a bad idea. It was only halfway through his second class, and he already felt a million times worse. His head was pounding viciously, bordering on becoming a full-on migraine. His face felt hot, but the rest of his body was covered in cold sweats. Also, his hands were shaking like crazy, making it hard to write in class.
He planned to go to the nurse after this class, and call his Blake or Reece to come get him. But, that plan went to shit when his stomach flipped over dangerously. His mouth filled with spit, giving him a warning as to what was about to happen.
George got up out of his desk, running to the bathroom quickly without caring about leaving class in the middle of a lesson. He slammed open a stall door, sinking to his knees as he gagged.
As he began to empty the contents of his stomach into the school toilet, he really thought about how dumb he was for not saying anything.
Meanwhile, Blake was sitting on the couch, the tv on but he wasn’t really watching. He couldn’t help the feeling of worry building up inside of him about his youngest brother. George was acting odd this morning, and he didn’t look great this morning. Maybe something happened at school? What if he’s being bullied? Or he failed a class? Blake was overthinking everything.
The sound of the front door opening broke Blake from his thoughts. Reece called out a greeting, carrying grocery bags into the house. He stopped in the living room, putting down the bags once he saw Blake’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Reece asked quickly, feeling his stomach sink. A million awful things started running through his head.
“Nothing, I just think there’s something wrong with George,” Blake explained quickly, not wanting Reece to get too worked up. Reece felt relieved, but only partially.
“Yeah, me too. Something was up with him this morning,” Reece said, grabbing the bags and moving to put them away in the kitchen. Blake followed him, helping put things where they went.
“Yeah, and he had an attitude with me when I asked if he was okay. Which was weird since he never gives sass,” Blake admitted, feeling better that someone else knew. Reece always knows what to do, he can help me handle this, Blake thought.
“That’s not like George. We can ask him after school,” Reece decided, Blake nodding in agreement. They put the groceries away in silence, both lost in thought.
Reece’s phone ringing sharply jolted from their thoughts. “Hello? Yes, this is him. Oh my god, okay! We are on our way!” Reece paled, answering the person on the phone with rushed answers. He quickly hung up, grabbing Blake’s arm and running towards the front door.
“What’s happened?” Blake nervously asked, climbing into the car. Reece threw the car into reverse before speeding down the street.
“George got sick at school and is having a panic attack,” Reece anxiously informed Blake, who gasped at the thought of their little brother freaking out at school and sick.
Reece drove faster towards the school, towards his little brother.
George isn’t sure how long he threw up for. Long enough that there was nothing left in his stomach, his throat burning horribly. His stomach still tried to expel itself, causing George to dry heave over the toilet painfully. Tears sprang to his eyes, wishing he wasn’t alone and in this much pain.
Finally the torture ended, letting George get a full breath in and lean back away from his vomit. He flushed the toilet shakily, climbing to his feet clumsily. Everything spun in front of him, making him lean against the stall door while trying not to pass out.
George hasn’t felt this sick in years. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was sick, it was so long ago. But, he knows he has never been alone while he was sick. Even when he was little, he remembers Blake and Reece being with him while he’s sick. The thought of his brothers make the tears in his eyes fall. I want my brothers, I don’t feel good. I want this to go away, George thought, feeling his stomach clench again. He turned around sharply, remaining standing over the toilet as he started to throw up again.
George felt like he couldn’t stop, getting more worked up with each heave. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, more tears falling from his eyes rapidly. George coughed, choking on spit and throw up. His whole body was shaking, he felt like he was going to pass out. And he couldn’t breathe properly. Nothing was going into his lungs.
George somehow flushed the toilet, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and stumbled out of the bathroom. He continued to gasp, his chest falling in uneven, shallow breaths. George stumbled into the nurse’s office. The nurse on duty rushed to his side, catching him before he fell over. She led him towards a chair, asking what was wrong. But George couldn’t hear her over the grating sounds of his breathing and his heart hammering in his ears.
“I-I need my brothers, please! I-I need R-Reece and Blake!” George panted, shaking and crying. The nurse rushed back to her desk, grabbing her phone. She asked him his name, quickly grabbing George’s file when he told her. She dialed the number listed under emergency contact.
A boy answered the phone, and much to her relief it was Reece. She quickly informed him of the situation, asking Reece and his brother to get to the school as soon as possible. Reece hung up the phone, and the nurse rushed back over to George’s side.
“George, your brothers are coming! They will be here soon, but for now I need you to focus on breathing with me, okay?” She instructed firmly, but calmly. George nodded, tears still pouring down his cheeks.
Blake and Reece ran through the halls of their old school, before they finally made it to the nurse’s office. They slammed open the doors, instantly spotting George.
Their youngest brother was sitting in a chair, his head between his knees, over a trashcan, dry heaving. A nurse was sitting next to him, rubbing his back soothingly. Reece and Blake rushed forward, each taking a seat beside George.
Blake rubbed George’s back, murmuring softly in his ear. George continued to get sick, not noticing their presences yet. Reece turned to the nurse, “What happened?” he asked, his voice nervous. Reece has never seen George like this ever when he was sick.
“He just came into my office in the middle of his panic attack. George told me he got sick in the bathroom, before he came here. I tried to get him to calm down, but he kept begging for you both. Hopefully you being here with calm him down enough to end the panic attack, which will stop the dry heaving,” the nurse explained gently, sitting at her desk to give them space while also watching in case they need her help.
“George, it’s Reece and Blake. Can you hear me?” Reece asked quietly, brushing George’s sweaty hair back off of his forehead.
George began aware of the two people around him slowly. One of them was rubbing circles into his back, the other was brushing his hair and speaking quietly to him. George focused on figuring out what the one was saying, causing him to stop getting sick and calm down slightly.
“-eece and Blake. Can you hear me?” the voice said. George knew who that was.
“Reece,” George panted, swallowing before attempting to speak again, “Blake?”. He felt the two bodies on each side of him shift closer.
“Yeah, it’s us, love,” Blake said on George’s right. George let out a breath of relief, knowing his brothers were there.
“You’re here, you’re here,” George whispered, smiling a little. Reece placed a kiss on George’s temple.
“Yeah, we are here Georgie. We are gonna take care of you now, we promise,” Reece said, letting the worry in his stomach diminish as George’s breathing evened out.
“Let’s take you home, Georgie,” Blake quietly added, picking George up bridal style in his arms. Reece signed George out of the nurse’s office, thanking her for the help. Blake sat with George in his lap in the backseat as Reece drove them home. They carried him upstairs, putting him into bed and climbing in beside George.
“Love you guys,” George mumbled as he fell asleep. He felt his each of brothers press a kiss on his forehead. He barely heard their echoes of the sentiment, letting himself feel safe and protected. Maybe letting Reece and Blake baby George wasn’t so bad after all?
This is super long and i actually think it is so cute lol.
Prompt - hello please can you do a union j fic where George Shelley has hearing aids, but they’re covered by his hair (so no one notices them) but then one day the boys get him wet and they short circuit, then they have to go and do a meet and greet and everyone thinks he’s being rude by ignoring people, but he’s actually can’t hear them??!!? – Alana
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There are things in life that one likes to keep personal. Mostly it’s one’s weakness that people don’t like to let others know. George didn’t consider his hard of hearing as a weakness but having to rely on hearing aids to be able to hear properly did make him a bit conscious. This was why George didn’t like anyone to see him with his hearing aids. Probably was why he grew his hair out too. He believed if you can’t see his hearing aids, you won’t know of his hearing problems, hence you won’t judge.
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George knew that he should have told his bandmates about his hearing troubles but at first it was the slight hesitation to talk to people who were much elder than him. Also, he didn’t know them much at that time. But he should really have talked to them about it afterwards but for some reason or the other, George decided to keep mum. Obviously, this didn’t work in his favor. Since the boys didn’t know about his hearing aids, they didn’t hesitate pushing him in the pool one day, causing a short circuit and not knowing why they were facing an extremely grumpy George on that day.
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As they travelled to a meet and greet, George avoided even eye contacts with them throughout the ride.
“George, sorry man, we were just having fun pushing each other in the pool. We didn’t think that you’d mind” Jaymi said.
“Yeah buddy, it was too hot this morning. We thought a bit of pool time would be fun” JJ explained.
“George, how many times do you want us to say sorry?” Josh asked, irritated by the boy’s lack of response.
“Let him be” JJ simply said.
George knew that they were saying something but since his hearing aids weren’t functioning, he couldn’t hear them properly hence he decided to act grumpy so as not to have to say something.
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If facing the boys had been a tricky situation then facing the fans had been a totally different one. His hearing aids got water in it and just wouldn’t function and without them, George was feeling too helpless.
Sat with the boys, he tried signing stuffs as quickly as possible and not even look at the fans since he couldn’t even hear them. But little did he know that he was just portraying himself as rude.
This whole situation went even wrong when a little girl kept asking George for a picture but since the boy couldn’t hear her, he didn’t even acknowledge her and the girl simply burst in tears causing George’s own bandmates to get quite annoyed with him.
And poor George didn’t even understand why suddenly he was being shouted.
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Josh completely lost it when he saw the little girl cry because of George.
“Why would you do that? It was just a picture. Did you have to be so rude to her?” Josh shouted at the boy.
“I get that you’re grumpy but that doesn’t mean you avoid the fans.” JJ said.
“Are you even listening to us?” Jaymi said, shaking the boy.
None of them were prepared though to have George start crying.
“I’m sorry but I can’t hear” George said in tears.
“You can’t hear? What do you mean?” Jaymi asked.
But the boy simply kept on saying that ‘he can’t hear’ as he held his hearing aids out for them.
“Are those hearing aids?” Josh asked.
“Shit! Why didn’t you tell us that you wear hearing aids, buddy?” Jaymi asked.
“They probably got water in them when we pushed him in the pool. Hence he can’t use them and can’t hear” JJ realized, turning to the boy, he offered him a smile as he patted his shoulder.
George probably still couldn’t hear them but the warm smile from JJ and the pats on his back and head from Josh and Jaymi did put him at ease.
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They cut the meet and greet short as Josh and Jaymi took George back home. JJ joined them a little later as he held a repaired hearing aids for George. He watched a teary eyed boy wear his hearing aids and hide them with his hair.
“You’ve got nothing to hide buddy. The hearing aids is part of your life but they don’t define you. Instead they make you look stronger.” JJ said and when George looked up at him with hope filled in his eyes, JJ added a quiet, “Trust me.”
“Buddy you should have told us that you use hearing aids, we would have been a bit careful. Maybe we would remove your hearing aids before pushing you in the pool. But you’re still getting thrown in the pool, okay?” Jaymi said earning a chuckle from George.
“Sorry buddy we kept shouting on you without knowing what was wrong. You were probably avoiding us and the fans because you couldn’t hear. Sorry for shouting at you” Josh said.
“It’s okay. I couldn’t even hear you shouting” George smiled.
They shared a laugh before Jaymi realized, “Does this mean you’re going to turn a deaf ear to us whenever we scold you?”
“I can’t you hear man” George said, removing his hearing aids, “nope. Not a word.”
“You little git” Josh chuckled as he and Jaymi playfully wrestled the boy.
JJ was left shaking his head fondly as he held onto George’s hearing aids.
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They probably will have to keep a better watch on the boy henceforth. And maybe keep a few spares for the boy. Their boy might be hard of hearing but he was their responsibility and they’d do anything to keep him happy and comfy.
Prompt - Hey can you please do a George one from when he was on I’m a Celebrity. He gets a call that his sister died and he’s all sad and depressed in the jungle. He wants to leave but doesn’t. The campmates cheer him up. Thanks. Could I get it by April 1st?
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George’s stunt in ‘I’m a Celebrity’ is one that he’ll always be proud of. He overcame so many difficulties there; both physical and mental. Some difficulties had him breathing out a sigh of relief once he’d gotten over them and some difficulties nearly made him give up. But he stuck there. He got through his journey and once he got out of there, George clung back to the safety of what he’d call home which was mainly his bandmates; his brothers.
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The boys were George’s biggest support but they also took comfort in teasing the boy. They’d watch reruns of ‘I’m a Celebrity’ and will often tease the boy when they’d see him be a little emotional or when he’d have a little cry.
“Aww look at Georgey” Jaymi teased when he saw the boy get teary-eyed on a particular instance.
“George, were you missing us that much?” Josh teased, chuckling at his own joke.
“Was it when…?” JJ trailed off.
George nodded, eyes getting mist as he remembered that particular moment.
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George had felt that something was wrong when the production team approached him saying that there was an urgent call for him. His knees buckled as soon as he managed to understand what his mother was saying through her tears.
He returned back to the group, going straight inside as he burst in tears. His campmates were quick to follow him inside and thankfully, the camera crew gave them some privacy in this fragile time.
“What’s wrong George?” Duncan asked.
“My older sister passed away” George sobbed out.
“Oh, babe” Ferne sighed, wrapping her arms around George.
“I wanna go home” George cried.
Between them all, they tried to convince George of staying back.
And somehow the boy agreed.
He’d honor his late sister through his journey.
And whenever he broke down or felt low, his campmates were right there with a comforting shoulder.
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“You’ve made her proud kiddo,” JJ said, a hand to the back of the boy’s neck.
“You think so?” George asked, a lone tear trailing down his cheeks.
“I believe so” Josh added.
“You’re a strong one, little boy,” Jaymi said, ruffling the boy’s hair.
JJ leaned in to wipe away the tear from George’s cheek as he pulled the boy in a hug.
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If not for his campmates at that time, George would have probably quit the show. But they all encouraged him to continue to honor his sister through his journey. And once the show was wrapped up, George had his bandmates to fall on. There he couldn’t breakdown really, but now in the comfort of home, with the reassure of having honored his sister through his journey, he was free to grieve her.
No one is reading me on deviant anymore so I’m going to post a bit of a teaser on here. This story was based on the original Flatliners movie from the 80′s. I had no idea there was a remake until I was 8 chapters in on this one. Of course, this probably won’t make sense to you much without reading the rest but maybe it will make you curious enough to check it out.
This is also my first ever attempt to write gore, something that is only happening in George’s mind, sort of.
@sadwolf02 This is for you
Days passed, bright and sunny. Just in case things didn’t go as planned, George made sure his will was current, leaving most everything to his family and a few things to his friends. He paid all his bills, had his house cleaned, his laundry done.Danny and Matt spent time together at one of their homes or the other before putting things on hold just for a bit to take care of the same things George was taking care of: housework, maintenance, chores, daily life that takes a backseat to the first days of love and lust in a new relationship. However, the only relationship George was courting was his relationship with chemicals. But he finally ended things two days before going back under to make sure his vitals would be steady when he was tested. He also decided it was a good time to find a ride. He called Jorel.
“Hey, are you free Wednesday night?” he took a breath, trying to sound casual.“Yeah, I think so, if I’m not, it’s nothing I can’t get out of. What’s going on?”
“I need a ride---er, I mean, I need you to go somewhere with me and then give me a ride back.”“Um, okay..what kind of thing?” *Is he getting me involved in his drug deals now? Why can’t he drive himself back?* “Do i need a gun for this?” Jorel asked.
“No, no. It’s a...um...a medical thing. A---um, procedure.”
“Oh.” Jorel’s voice was immediately serious. “What’s going on?”“Nothing I can really talk about. And.. I don’t want you talking about it either, okay? It shouldn’t be anything serious, but I shouldn’t drive after.”
“You’re finally getting that sex change! I mean, uh vasectomy!” Jorel tried to joke even though something in George’s tone was raising red flags.
“Yes, getting a vagina will hinder my ability to drive, possibly for life. Can you do it?”
“Okay, no problem, man. You can count on me. Tell me where and when.”
“It’s gonna run late. As a matter of fact, when you drop me off, why don’t you go get something to eat and I’ll text you when I’m ready to go. But yeah, pick me up Wednesday about eight o’clock.”
“At night?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh, okay, sure.”
On the other end Jorel sounded suspicious but George could not explain further. He said goodbye and decided to grab some thai food and bring it back home.Jorel was more than just suspicious, he was worried. George had not contacted him since the party at his house and even on the best of days, lately George hadn’t looked that healthy. What kind of procedure would go on so late at night? Had George just scheduled it that way so he would not be recognized? Was he seeing a therapist? Was he in some kind of outpatient rehab? He hoped it was something that simple and not something like chemotherapy or anything having to do with the big C. He shuddered, blaming himself for being so wrapped up in his romance with Vanessa that he’d barely seen anyone as of late. He resolved to show up early and take George wherever he needed to go with no questions. Jorel knew that George kept a lot of secrets and almost never spoke of things he kept hidden unless it was jokingly or when he was on some type of of drug or alcohol fueled bender. Even, then it was hard to know when he was being morbidly sarcastic and when he was being serious. Was he sick? How long had he been sick? Did anyone else know? He called Jordon to try and fish for some answers.“Don’t ask me, dude. Dilly’s his main squeeze now.” Jordon said sarcastically when asked if he’d talked to George lately.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean every time I ask him to do anything he’s hanging out with Dylan but he won’t tell me what they’re doing or where they’re at. It’s fishy as fuck, but whatever.”
“Geez. I’m sorry.” *You think they’re fucking?* he wanted to ask but didn’t.
“It happens, we grow apart and get back together. Speaking of that I haven’t seen your happy ass in a hot minute….or your hot ass in a happy minute.”“I know, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen anyone. Just been hanging with ‘Nessa.”
“I can’t blame you there, brother!” Jordon chuckled. “You done good with that one.”
“Tell ya what. I’ll take ya to lunch tomorrow. How about it?”“Throw in a round of mini golf and I’m your Huckleberry!”
“Sure! I’d love to see ya!”
“I’m joking, no mini golf, but I do want to get the fuck out of this house, so let’s make a day of it.”
“Okay then. I’ll be by tomorrow.”Coming down from benders always sucked and George stayed home, cursing to himself, occasionally throwing things and concentrating on the other-worldly revenge he was sure he was sure he was about to finally get. He had no idea what Jorel might have thought about their upcoming outing. He did his best to keep his problems to himself. No, that was not true: he had too many problems for that. He had anger issues, he had trust issues and he definitely had drug and alcohol issues, but he did his best to keep the worst problems to himself, the deep, dark, demonic problems that plagued his soul. He hadn’t meant to drag Dylan into his whirlwind of despair but then Dylan hadn’t meant to drag him into the sticky situation he found himself now hiding from his only confidante.He had always hoped for forgiveness though he never actively nor openly sought it. It was strange to know his future was sealed up so tightly, that he was destined for hell and nothing was going to stop him, no forgiveness, no divine intervention. He was going where his parents and relatives and various soothsayers of his youth threatened that he would. He never told anyone about the rape and maybe he had thought he was mildly attracted to boys before, if he was attracted to anything at all at that age, but he’d had the chance to come clean many times. He’d had the chance to blame that day for everything, the drugs, the men, the suicidal thoughts, the half hearted attempts, the encounters with men twice his age, though now he was so old that to find one twice his age was to court necrophilia At fifteen though, thirty year olds were amazing. At anytime he could have backed out and said “It wasn’t my fault, none of this is my fault! Look at what happened to me, for god’s sake!”, but he never did.“Take it like a man!”, that had been his motto whether it was the abuse, the drugs or the cock of all the strangers and friends he’d ever fucked. He had taken it and had done his best to never give up any inkling of how bad he was really being tortured inside. He lay on his back, staring at his ceiling, reliving every mistake of his past. He had once thought of death as a way out, a reprieve for all the pain he had endured. Now he knew it would just be an extension of that pain. “I’m taking you with me, fucker.” He mumbled, sitting up to swallow some Tylenol PM and laying back once more.
Jorel showed up at Jordon’s just before eleven in the morning and Jordon was more than ready to go.
“Randi’s redecorating. Get me the fuck outta here. I don’t know salmon pink from peach to I don’t know….pussy pink or tequila worm puke pink and I don’t give a flying fuck.”Jorel laughed and slapped his friend on the back.
“Where ya wanna eat lunch, buddy?”
“Anything that’s not healthy and not remotely green or leafy!”
“Fried chicken it is.”
“Oh yummy, yummy grease!” Jordon rubbed his hands together as he followed Jorel to his car.
“Everybody’s been keeping to themselves, man.” He grumbled as Jorel put the key in the ignition.“You think he and Dyl are…..you know?”
“Doing drugs?”
“Um, not my first thought.”
Jordon’s eyes narrowed. “Well no, not until just now when you put the fucking thought in my cracked up brain.”
“Aw man. I didn’t mean to make you think that. I’m sure it’s not….that. You’re right. We go through cycles and cliques. Me and Danny used to be tight but I ain’t seen him lately either.”
“Guess I’m your new boy toy.” Jordon grinned.
“Lucky me!” Jorel drove them to the best soul food joint on their side of LA, famous for it’s buttermilk fried chicken and homemade mashed potatoes and gravy.
George slept his way through his withdrawals and he spent Tuesday working out and trying to sweat the last of the drugs from his system. If he stayed off them too long, his metabolism would slow and he would bloat up, he would also bloat from using alcohol as a replacement.It was always something. He knew other people did yoga or climbed mountains or meditated but he had neither the endurance nor the concentration for such things.*Maybe I won’t come back. Maybe I’ll die.* This thought was comforting for all of 30 seconds until George realized what that would do to Jorel who would be waiting in the car on him and Dylan whom he’d lied to about not doing it again.Fearing the absolute worst, Jorel showed up at George’s door at seven pm. He promised himself not to ask any questions or show how worried he was. George, who was just out of the shower, was surprised at his early arrival but invited him in and offered him a soda. Jorel looked him up and down, trying to pick out anything off but then George’s body was always on the rollercoaster ride of addiction: chubby, cut, bloated, soft and cuddly, rail thin, and all points in between. It was impossible to see if he was actually sick or just detoxing (which he had been).George dressed in a button down shirt that could be pulled open but not taken off and the most comfortable pair of jeans and shoes he owned. He debated on a cap. If he didn’t wear one it would look suspicious. If he did wear one he’d just take it off and he just knew he’d end up forgetting it. He opened a drawer full of knit caps and grabbed one without looking, pulling it down to his ears before surveying his room one last time.
“I’m coming for you, fucker. I’m bigger than you are now, you little gutless pussy.” He said under his breath as he snapped off his light.Jorel put a hand on George’s back as they walked out to Jorel’s car, George locking his front door behind him.
“I’m not sure how long it will take, go get yourself something to eat and wait in the parking lot.” George handed Jorel a twenty dollar bill and Jorel refused it.
There was nothing to say on the drive, the air was cooling as the sun disappeared and all the streets lights blinked on. George guided him through the parking lot and lingered a bit as Jorel pulled into a parking space.
“Thank you.” George said solemnly, everything in the world on the tip of his tongue: *I may never see you again.* *Tell them I love them* *Tell my folks I’m sorry* *Ask Dylan to forgive me* *Thanks for being my best friend, I’ll never forget what we did together* George opened his mouth and lost his nerve, fumbling for the door latch. “See ya.”
“Bye.” Jorel watched him go inside before heading to the closest fast food place to get something to go and hurrying back.George took the elevator down and found the room empty. He checked his watch, realizing he had plenty of time, then texted Hurley to let him know he was there and took his time unbuttoning his shirt. There was a damp chill in the air that he associated with cellars and wet ground. *How depressing if this is the last thing I see.* George immediately cursed himself for thinking such things and forced his head back in the game.
“I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him.” He mumbled. “Find him and kill ‘em.” He finally lay back and closed his eyes, trying to even out his breathing. He hadn’t realized he had dozed off until he felt a hand on his arm. Sure it was Jorel and he had been found out, he jumped.
“Hey, no need to get all jumpy now.” Hurley patted him on the back. “Come on, let’s prick your finger and get your vitals.”
George sat up, now wishing to see Dylan standing across the room, smiling at him, wishing he was not so alone. But fuck it, he had work to do and that’s what this was: a job. He fought down the fear as he was wired up, reminding himself he had been on this trip before and that death was the biggest trip of all.*Eyes on the prize. Remember the objective*
He took off his cap and let them attach the wires and leads and lay back, trying to control his breathing.
“Ready?” He was asked.
He glanced around once and nodded and then his heart seized and everything went black.It took a moment and then he was moving through darkness, not feeling anything at all, but not floating, definitely traveling in a forward direction. And then he glimpsed specs of light: Fireflies, thousands of them. Where had they come from so suddenly? Oh gosh, he was heading right for them, but he wasn’t worried and as they collided they burst, jelly like against his skin and he knew immediately each one was a voice and a soul, some were entering the world, some were leaving. He wanted to stop and talk to them all but he couldn’t as he was somehow still moving. *They weren’t even butterflies. They should have been butterflies. Goodbye! Have a good journey to wherever!!*Then he was in a car, behind the wheel. It was dawn and he was racing against the sunrise to get somewhere. The car was expensive, with leather seats and glowing electronic gee-gaws that George couldn’t read or understand other than to know he was going fast. His foot was on the gas pedal, even with the windows up he could smell the morning air coated in dew.
Maria, Maria was on the radio and it sounded like Carlos Santana was sitting in his backseat. *God I haven’t heard this song in years. We used to sing this song on road trips, fuck it sounds so good.* He turned up the volume and it was like he could reach out and touch the music.
*Wait, wait, focus. What am I here to do?* He realized suddenly and then his purpose came to him in a warm rush that flushed his cheeks: *Kill him. You don’t even know who else he raped.*. He glanced around the car, it was empty.
*Ahh! I’ve been so obsessed with killing him I didn’t decide on how I was going to do it!!* Just as he began to panic, he remembered what Dylan had said about lucid dreaming. *start small* He told himself. *I want a cup of coffee and change the music on the radio* He thought, just to test things out. Immediately he could smell the coffee as the radio jerked over to another station, playing N.W.A. *Yes!! Okay, okay…that fits….I need...weapons…...gun? No….too easy. Knife? No…..too much effort and you need to really hit the right places and drive it deep, I’m not that precise. I work in broad strokes.* He imagined himself smashing his rapist in the head. He glanced over and there was a heavy metal pipe and a brick in the passenger seat. He grinned and floored the accelerator.The world was transformed instantly into daylight and he now cruised the streets of his hometown, driving past the church he knew well and had promised himself to never go into again. He slowed down and jerked the wheel into a u-turn, driving right up onto the lawn and grabbing for his weapons.
George found him in the church’s food pantry and before the man could turn around, George pulled back the pipe and swung it as hard as he could. It connected with the man’s head with a sound like a watermelon falling off a table and splitting on the floor George stopped. He didn’t want it to be over too fast, this worthless excuse for the clergy did not deserve that kind of mercy. And besides, George wanted him to know exactly who killed him. Blood began to trickle out of the split in the man’s skull and he turned around, his eyes wide with pain, fear and surprise.
“It’s me! Remember me? The ten year old you raped all summer?”
The man in the pink polo shirt gurgled, and blinked.
“Did you fuck so many boys that you need a better reference? Well fuck you! I’m getting back for all of them.” He dropped to his knees, though still looming over the polo shirt wearing man of the cloth and raised the brick over his head, pausing before he drove it into the man’s chest, feeling bones splinter like weather weakened wood as the man’s torso collapsed on itself.Blood erupted out of the man’s mouth, spraying over Georger’s hands. He dropped the brick and began to punch him over and over, listening to him groan, gurgle and sputter and then fall silent without so much as a prayer for forgiveness on his lips. Finally, drenched in sweat and gasping, George grabbed the biggest can he could and bludgeoned the pastor’s face until no bones remained to break and the man had long since stopped moving.George stopped and caught his breath, staring at his hands. They were thick with blood, the consistency thick and slick like snot. It was a strange feeling as he rubbed his fingers together and a strange smell, all that blood and fluid and the excrement of voided bowels. He barely had time to take it in before he was being pulled back.He jerked up and the first thing he saw was Dr. Hurley on top of him, pushing furiously on his chest. George turned his head, beginning to cough and vomit from the tube that had been pushed down his throat to try and resuscitate`him and in his zeal to get his heart beating again, he was almost sure Dr. Hurley had cracked one of his ribs.. He sat up, holding his hands in front of his face, trying to get his eyes to focus until Dr. Manns pushed him gently back down and suggest they give him a bag of saline and electrolytes before they let him leave.“....Blood on my hands….” He mumbled, over and over as he shook from all the adrenaline used to bring him back. Dr. Manns took him juice and she and Dr. Hurley sat with him until he became more lucid and stopped trying to jump off the table when he was clearly unable to stand.
“Did you do what you needed to on the other side?” Dr Manns asked when he was finally able to stand up on his own. It was only then that he realize dit.
“I did!!” he grinned, relief and triumph washing over him.“Good. You got someone to drive you home?”
“Check.”
“Okay, that bag should be empty in 10 more minutes.’ She nodded to his IV bag. “No drugs, no alcohol tonight. Any change in heart rate or breathing,” She put a hand lightly on his chest. “If those butterflies start flapping harder than usual, you call us. Promise?”
George grinned and kissed her on the cheek. She held his hand until it was time to disconnect the IV and he threw on his shirt, grabbing his cap and running out the door like he had just scored the winning touchdown, screaming “Thank you!!!” only as an afterthought as the elevator started to close.Jorel jumped up when he saw George running to the car.
“You okay? What happened?”
“I’m great, I can drive if you want!! I feel like a million bucks!” George knew the adrenaline would wear off but he was hoping to counter it with …..something, anything before that happened, sure he was going to be sore as hell in a few hours and not wanting to feel it fully or at all if that happened.
“OH hell no, you are not driving.” Jorel eyed him, remembering the time Matt had gotten his jaw and a few teeth broken in a fight and they’d had to rush him to an oral surgeon. He had emerged, still pumped full of anesthesia and morphine with the same glassy eyed smile and drug fueled bravado. “You’re not kidding, that did run pretty late.” Jorel answered, still watching him.
“Yeah but….I’M ALIVE!!!!” George yelled, throwing back his head and opening his arms. With his shirt unbuttoned Jorel could see the sticky residue left from all the heart monitors. What was going on? Had they given him morphine? Was he getting cancer treatments? Did he go in that late at night just for privacy? He had promised George no questions so, as much as it killed him, he kept his mouth shut.
“Yes, you are.” Jorel patted him on the back. “Let’s get you in the car.”
“Yeah, okay.” George let Jorel lead him to the passenger seat and the instant he sat down he started to get flashbacks. “I wanna hear Santana!” He announced as soon as Jorel got behind the wheel.
“Uh, okay, I’m sure I can find that on Pand---”
“Maria, Maria!!”
“Okay…..if I put that on for you, will you let me get you some food and take you home?”
“I need to score something to calm down.”
Jorel couldn’t argue with him there.
“Well we could swing by Dylan’s---.”
“NO!! No Dylan!!! He cannot know about this!!!” George grabbed Jorel’s and before he could reach for the radio dial.“Okay, George, easy.” Jorel held onto his hand. “Chill out. You’re okay. I’m going to take care of you. No Dylan. I think you’ll feel better if you eat. We’ll get something to go and I’ll take you home.”George couldn’t talk further, his throat was raw from the intubation and he started to cough. Jorel handed him his soda and found the song he wanted on Pandora and George relaxed, listening to the music as the lights of the city slid off of Jorel’s windshield.
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Prompt - I don’t know if you know Union j but I would love forever<3 if you did a George centric where they get lost in the woods. :)
Prompt - For my birthday on the 2nd December could you please do a George union j one shot where all the boys are walking through the woods and George gets stuck in a bear trap? With lots of comforting and brotherly love please? Thanks 😚❤
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What could probably go wrong in a boys’ night out? Well, many things could go wrong. From a car break down in the middle of nowhere to trying to reach the main road through a shortcut and getting lost in the woods, the Union J boys had gone through a lot that night. But that was just the beginning of their misadventure. Their youngest bandmate had yet to go through one of the biggest hell in his life. Their simple night out had gone completely wrong.
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As they were returning from a movie night, their car stopped abruptly in the middle of nowhere.
“Are you kidding me?” JJ cursed as he kicked at the car’s tire.
“What’s wrong with the car?” Jaymi asked.
“No idea. Can’t fix it though” JJ sighed.
“Where are we? All I can see is the woods” George mumbled.
“The main road shouldn’t be far. We could use the shortcut that go through the woods and reach the main road for help.” Josh suggested.
The boys nodded as they set out to find their way through the woods.
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It was supposed to be a simple route through the woods but during the night, with less visibility, it turned into chaos. At first, it was just the sound of some animals that had the boys suddenly startled but then the sounds grew louder and the boys tried hard not to panic.
“Is it wild animals?” Josh asked.
“Oh God” Jaymi gasped.
“Don’t panic” JJ tried to calm his bandmates down.
But their steps grew faster in panic as they tried to hurry out of the woods but they were not going to make it out so easily.
Seconds later, a shout from George had the boys’ panic level shooting up.
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George had been hurrying behind the boys when suddenly he stumbled and stepped onto something. Within minutes, he felt his foot being trapped into something. A scream left his mouth as he fell over, a hand squeezing his thigh.
“George, what happened? Are you hurt?” JJ asked as he tried turning George over.
“Shit, his foot” Jaymi gasped.
That’s when both JJ and George realized where George’s foot was or rather in what it was.
“Is it a bear trap?” Josh asked.
George’s panicked wide eyes tried looking at his foot when JJ pushed him down. “Don’t look at it.” JJ instructed before turning to the boys, “Jaymi, get help, quickly. Josh help me get him up.”
“The trap?” Josh asked.
“Can’t risk it” JJ simply said.
He wasn’t going to risk removing the trap, seeing that George was bleeding badly.
Between them two they managed to get George to the main road but the boy had already passed out by that time.
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“Tell me you’ve managed to get help” Josh asked Jaymi as soon as they reached the main road.
“No” Jaymi sighed.
“Hey… George?” JJ panicked when he saw George’s eyes closing.
“I’m calling an ambulance” Jaymi decided.
Minutes later, they ambulance had arrived and was rushing George to the hospital.
All the boys could do was ride along and pray that George would be alright.
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When George woke up in the hospital, his first thought was of his leg. Not caring about his IV and all, he sat up straight in bed, hands widely searching for his leg.
“Easy… Easy, buddy” JJ tried calming the boy down.
“My foot” George gasped.
“Is okay” Josh assured him.
“No, it go hurt. The trap…” George trailed off, still trapped in his panic.
“You’re okay, buddy. Your foot is fine. The trap came off” Jaymi tried to explain.
“Okay, enough now. Calm down George. You’re fine. Your foot is okay. You’re okay.” JJ said, rubbing the boy’s back and sighing when George calmed down and dozed off in his arms only.
George wasn’t letting go of JJ even in his sleep, drawing a smile from the older lad as he settled next to the boy to watch over him.
They shared a look with each other. A clear look that said that they would leave out the part of George nearly losing his foot.
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Days later, George experienced his first difficulties and frustration as he had to use crutches and depend on the boys. But the boys remained by his side throughout this whole process. Being trapped was not a feeling that George appreciated. But he’ll take the crutches over that bear trap on any day. After all, the boys would help him through this for sure.
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Happy belated birthday to the prompter. Hope you all like it.
