Well that happened – A George Karim x gn!reader
Gn!reader, Christmas time, little bit of drinking, fluff, buff!george, mistletoe kiss
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AHA I am back and it’s with a Christmas fic. Shoutout to the lovely Lisa who gave me the idea, and all the Georges for fuelling the fire. I’ve never written buff characters before, so feedback is wanted! I hope you enjoy. I can eventually make this a male!reader but for now its gn. Also reader is wearing a suit, but if I make a fem!reader I can change it into a dress :). I hope you enjoy, and Merry Christmas <3
Taglist: @maraschinomerry @neewtmas
It was nearly Christmas, and Lockwood had decided you needed to do some networking, but instead of going to a Fitte’s party, he wanted to host one. In Portland Row. Your home. Lucy was ecstatic as she loved dressing up. She had started to become more comfortable with herself and putting herself out there, and it was amazing to have watched her transformation. Dating Lockwood definitely helped, its difficult to be around him and not have some of his charm rub off on you.
The only one of the company that was not looking forward to the party was George. George your coworker, who you had a massive crush on. You had been at the agency for a few years, joining only a month before Lucy. This meant you all grew together, which was an interesting experience. Four hormonal teenagers living under one roof. Hence why it was inevitable that Lockwood and Lucy would become a thing. You always had some hope that George would think of you like that, but he always seemed distant with you. He probably didn’t want to disrupt the company’s dynamic, which meant you had to get over him. Unfortunately, your crush for him had only furthered after spending more time with him, seeing him in action on a case, watching him cook flawlessly, seeing him hunched over a book in his own mind space. He was a nerd, and he was exactly your type.
You were getting ready in the room you shared with Lucy, despite being a guy. Since you joined at the same-ish time, you had been close from the start and shared a room. She was hardly ever in there anyways these days, usually with Lockwood in his room. But you got ready together, being told it was smart casual attire. You donned a white shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone. Your blue blazer was thin, but with lots of pockets which you always had salt bombs in. You were always prepared. You had styled your hair in the specific way you knew made you look good, in the hopes that Lockwood had invited a guy you could flirt with all night.
Lucy was finishing up her make-up infront of the mirror next to you, and wolf-whistled when she finally saw your outfit. “Y/N you look so good, if you weren’t pining after George and I wasn’t already in a relationship I would be all over you,” she nodded up and down approvingly.
“Why thank you Luce, do you think it’s too much?” You say before looking in the mirror again worriedly.
“Absolutely not,” she said before whispering under her breath, “George will love it.”
You look back at her in confusion, not hearing her properly “what?”
“Oh nothing. You ready to go downstairs?” She asks as she gets up, putting her shoes on and looking expectantly at you. You smile and her and open the attic door, walking down the stairs in front of her and pausing on the landing where George and Lockwood’s rooms are. “They’re already downstairs, I heard them earlier,” she says to you, seeing you looking between the doors. You head downstairs and hear people and music coming from the kitchen and living room.
“I can’t believe people actually came,” you whisper to her, a look of shock on you face as you head into the kitchen.
“Anthony invited everyone. Eggnog?” she gives you a look, already knowing your answer and heading over to the bowl to pour you both a cup. You accepted it with a grin, grateful for the warmth. She spots Lockwood and heads over, leaving you to your own devices.
You head over to the living room, looking for George. You spot him stood awkwardly next to Kipps, with the latter bragging about his latest date. He was dressed in a black shirt with the top button undone, showing off a little bit of chest hair you never knew he had. The curls matched the ones on his head, the dark strands enticing you to look further down. He was in a pair of loose trousers, but the way they hugged against his thighs made them look two sizes too small. George looked over to you and made eye contact, before looking you up and down. His lips parted slightly, before seeming to gain consciousness and mouthed “help me.” You walk over, planting a smile on your face before interrupting their conversation.
“Quill! Great to see you. Mind if I borrow George for a minute?” you ask, less as a question and more of a command. You had that look on your face that meant ‘no funny business’ and thankfully Kipps picked up on it.
“Of course, go ahead, I need to speak to Tony anyways. See you later,” he walks away.
“Thank you so much Y/N, if I have to listen to him go on about Tracey any longer I’d date her myself,” he jokes, not noticing the way your smile faltered for a second. To distract yourself you have a sip of your eggnog, not noticing the way his eyes followed the glass to you lips and how he inhaled as you swallowed.
“Yeah well if you were desperate enough to ask me for help then it had to be done.”
“You know me too well,” he smiles, and you feel your chest tighten. My god he was gorgeous. His smile was captivating, especially the one he kept only for you. The toothy, genuine happiness smile that reaches his eyes. It’s enough to warm you up for approximately ten seconds before you shiver. He immediately notices and looks over to the fire. That’s why you were cold, it was dying. You follow his line of sight to see the embers start to disappear and your brain goes into work mode.
“I can get that going again, but I need more wood.” You say casually. He then proceeds to choke on his drink, turning red. “You okay George? I just said we need wood for the fire,” you say confused.
He coughs before letting out a timid “okay.” He quickly turns around before you can see the flush spreading up to his ears. You walk over to the fire and add kindling before putting the last log you have on top. You then go outside, just in case George needs help carrying the wood inside. And what a mistake. You were trying to get over him, but this picture is not helping.
He has rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, showing off some massive arms you were completely unaware of. Yeah, the rapier training had made you all a little stronger but not this much. The toned muscles are flexing with every swing of the axe, which creates a slight sheen on George’s forehead. He puts the axe down for a second to take his glasses off, wipes it off and pushes his hair back. He pushes his glasses back up his nose in the nerdy way he always does before looking up and seeing you. He is panting slightly, which is understandable considering the amount of chopped wood in a pile next to him. You’d left him alone for two minutes, how had he done this much? He picks the axe back up and takes a swing before grunting out a “hey, nearly done.” You murmur an “okay” before dashing back inside. You had never seen him like this, and it was hot.
As you hurry back inside you bump into Lockwood, and the only thing you see is his eyebrows rise before you get into the kitchen to get another cup of eggnog. You were going to need as much courage as possible to flirt with someone else considering what you had just seen. You down one glass, your throat burning as you pour another one. Time to mingle. You turn around and lock onto a guy your age; part of the Rotwells team. They were an insufferable lot, but you were desperate to talk to anyone else. Plus you heard he had broken up with his boyfriend recently. As you go over to him you see George adding wood to the fire, making the room toasty again. Perfect.
“Hey. I’m Y/N,” you hold a hand out to the Rotwells agent.
“Hi,” he gives you a polite smile, “I’m Daniel.” He’s wearing a dark green suit, accenting the colour of his eyes and the blonde hair adorning his head. He was pretty, but not the usual guy you would go for. You usually preferred guys who wore glasses, and read a lot, and got excited over visiting the archives and getting jam doughnuts from Arif’s. Fuck.
“It’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?” You take your blazer off, doing it slowly to make sure he is watching. Little did you know George was also looking, stood with Flo across the room. She snaps in his face to try and get his attention back, but he is transfixed. It takes her poking him for him to return to their conversation, but his eyes are always on you.
“It is definitely warm, but you’re pretty hot anyways,” he says smirking, looking you up and down. You were looking back at him, but all you could picture were George’s arms, the tightness of his trousers and the way he pushed his curls back earlier. This wasn’t going to work. You excuse yourself and go to get more drink. George sees you walk away and follows, stopping you in the doorframe.
“Are you okay? Was he harassing you?” He questions, looking back and forth between you and Daniel, ready to stand up for you if you needed it.
“No, it’s okay, I was flirting and then realised he wasn’t actually my type.”
This seemed to stop him, and you could see the cogs working in his brain. “So, what is your type?” He wondered smirking slightly as you walked back a little, hitting the doorframe. Your eyes flitted anywhere but his eyes, eventually landing on the collum of his throat, watching it bob every time he swallows. You were both silent before you heard the room go quiet, everyone whispering. You both look around, confused. That’s when you spot Lucy, and she points above your head. You and George look up, spotting the mistletoe hanging from the frame. Your head whips down at the same time as him, making eye contact and gulping.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispers, the dominant side of him coming out. You take a deep breath in and nod your head slowly.
“I want to.”
This was all the confirmation he needed, and before you knew it his lips were on yours, sweet and tentative. You pull back slightly, and he chases you, getting one more peck in before you hide your face in his chest. He pulls you into him, chuckling softly at your embarrassment. The rest of the room has gone back to what they were doing, sensing that you needed a minute. After a few deep breaths you make eye contact with him again and nearly kissed him again. He was breathing heavily, his pupils blown so wide in adoration.
Well that happened.