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[larsfredriksvedberg]

[willowknee]

Changes- George Imagine

Title: Changes People: George X reader, ImAllexx Word count: 1790 Warnings: Swearing Songs to listen to: N/A Prompt/request: “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” A/N: This is the second Angst one-shot for George, one with a happier ending than the last 

Being best friends with Alex and George definitely came with its perks, for one, you were never lonely and you never had to worry about being judged for the stuff you watch or the games you like to play, you always had someone to go out for meals with, and you had your own personal councillors who only charged in snacks. On the other hand, it definitely had its disadvantages too, for example, the fact that you were desperately in love with one of them.

One George Andrew. 

For the most part, you were fine, you got on like you would any other time, and if you ever got shy, you would always find a way to play it off and pretend that you were acting shy when he made certain comments or jokes. But there were times where your Grammy worthy acting fails you, and that’s when you became jealous.

You would say you were close to George, really close, you confided in him about your past and all your worries and he confided in you too. That’s why it came as such a shock when out of nowhere George got a girlfriend. Just to clarify, it wasn’t you. You were taken aback, it seemed so out of nowhere, he had never mentioned talking to anybody or even having any interest in anyone.

You were hurt, to say the least, were you more invested in this friendship than he was? You hated being jealous, it was the one thing you hated the most about yourself, how easily you became jealous and how harsh you became, you hated it and you tried to avoid it as much as possible, to the point you refused to develop feelings for people in fear of getting hurt, but with George, it happened so fast and so hard there was literally no way you could have stopped it. You fell head over heels for him and for once, you didn’t mind.

When you looked at George you feel your breath literally catch in your throat and when he smiles at you, you can’t help but smile back, even if you had been sobbing your eyes out mere seconds before. The playful banter between you both is something you will always cherish, the times at 4 am when you were both still awake sat at the kitchen counter eating Alex’s cereal straight out of the box even after being told off multiple times by Alex himself for doing so, fights over what you would be playing, FIFA (George’s choice) or the new Modern Warfare (your choice). 

Every moment with George felt like a treasured memory, but after he started dating his girlfriend he became cold, distant, once instant replies now took days to come through, and even then they were short and somewhat evasive. He no longer had time to meet up and spend time, even if you were at Alex’s and George’s apartment, he was either out or in his room with her doing god knows what. 

When George first introduced you and Alex to her, you felt yourself distancing mentally, something you had done since a young age to help deal with stress, a coping mechanism as such, it was weird, really, you could handle stress. Art GCSE coursework? Fine, understaffed at work? No problem, but when it comes to emotional stress that’s where you seriously struggle. 

She seemed… nice. You weren’t exactly sure what to make of her, she seemed to love Alex, was joking around with him freely but when it came to you, she seemed to have a problem. You weren’t sure if it was your brain just making up the evil glares and dirty side-looks but you knew you felt off about her, she clearly didn’t like you. You knew that would cause a problem, how could you and George continue to be friends if his girlfriend had a problem with you? 

And you were right, of course. It did put a massive strain on your friendship with George, which ended up in a massive fight. 

“We’ve been best friends for so fucking long, George! You’re seriously going to throw that away because of your new girlfriend who has a problem with me- for no apparent reason?!” You scream, finally catching him alone in his front room, his girlfriend nowhere to be seen and Alex had just popped to the shops.

“She is my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake, Y/N, grow up! I’m not a kid! I like this girl and I want to make this work, I’m not throwing anything away!” He shouts back, feeling just as frustrated. 

“You fucking are! You’re so distant now, we don’t get to spend time together, it’s all about her, I get that you want to be with her, it’s a new relationship and it’s exciting- I get that! But you’re pushing me away, isolating me and it’s not fair,” You tried to get him to understand, but he ended up letting out a cry of rage, scaring you.

You hated confrontation and yet here you were, fighting. You were fighting for the attention of someone you couldn’t have. He clearly liked this girl if he was going as far as cutting you out of his life, you were being spiteful and you knew it, you hated that you were jealous when you had no right to be, George wasn’t yours, he was hers, it’s not you that he’s fighting for, it’s her. You knew that, but you still couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes as you watch the man you love, stand in front of you, slowly back away, as if he was disgusted at what he saw.

“Maybe if you fucked off and spent time with people other than me and Alex you could get yourself a relationship and you’ll be able to put yourself in my shoes,” 

His words were like a slap to the face. If you thought him getting a girlfriend hurt, watching him turn into somebody you knew he wasn’t hurt twice as much. 

“Maybe if you spent time with anyone other than your girlfriend you’ll realise you’re not you anymore, you’re not the loving, caring George we all know, you’re a dick.” You whisper the last part before walking towards the front door of their flat, needed to get out of there as soon as possible. 

It felt suffocating, your breathing was out of sync and you couldn’t see as the tears stream down your face, why does it feel like you had broken up when George wasn’t even yours to begin with? You barely register walking past Alex who had heard everything and you didn’t hear him as he shouted after you, desperate cries for you to come back. 

Alex turned to George who had come to the hallway to watch you walk away from him, he shook his head at the younger. 

“Why don’t you just tell her the truth, mate? You’re both hurting yourselves for no reason.” Alex sighs, shutting the door, texting Gee asking for her to check up on you.

“I can’t… wait, what do you mean both of us?” George asks, whipping his head to face Alex.

“What do you think I mean, you idiot? How can you be so goddamn oblivious to her feelings for you? She fuckin loves you mate, has for a long time,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t for me to say, but as good as she thinks her acting is, it was bloody obvious George, she loves the fuck out of you and you just fucked her off for some random ass girl whom you’ve never spoken about,” 

George shakes his head, visibly at war with himself before he grabs his keys and races off, shouting a goodbye and thank you to Alex who just shakes his head in response, hoping that you two stopped being so childish and just accept the truth. 

Half an hour later he finds himself outside your door. He gently knocks on the door, before knocking with a bit more force just in case you didn’t hear. You open the door and glare, still not over the hurtful things he had said, maybe it was true, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Hi,” George says, quietly. 

“Hey,” You reply, your words blunt and your tone flat.

“Uh, can I come in?”

You contemplate it but ultimately decided that if you were to argue, it would be best to do it inside than in the hallway where anybody could listen in. You step aside and open the door wide enough for him to walk in. He kicks off his shoes and puts them on the shoe rack, you didn’t like people wearing shoes in your house, especially on the light coloured carpet. 

“Why are you here, George?” you ask, returning to your spot on the sofa, buried under your blankets.

“I’m here to apologise, I let things get out of hand, I turned into somebody I know I’m not and it only resulted in me hurting you, that’s not what I wanted,”

“What did you want then? It doesn’t make sense, George,”

He sighs heavily. “I wanted to forget you,”

Ouch. Talk about adding insult to injury. 

“You’re not doing a very good job stood here then are you?” You snarl, wondering what was the point of him driving twenty minutes to your house just to say more hurtful things. 

“No- look, Y/N. I wanted to forget you, things were changing and I panicked and thought the only way I could get some stability was to push you away and get a girlfriend, a distraction,” 

“What the fuck, George? If you had a problem with me you should have just straight up told me to fuck off, not toy with me and drag someone else into this!” You yell.

“For fucks sakes! You don’t get it, do you? I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me! I’m in love with my best friend and that never normally works out well, does it?”

You stare at George as if he had magically grew a second head. Did he just say what you think he said? 

“You what?”

“Just forget about-”

He never got to finish his sentence, you leap from your position on the sofa and run to him, barely giving him time to catch you in the process, you place your lips to his own in a very unceremonious manner, the kiss was rough and abrupt but it was perfect for you both, it was your first kiss and the first step into new territory which is both scary and exhilarating. 

“I love you too, dummy,”

[cipherstarker]

Can you pretty please do a prison au with SIM!Tony? Xxx

Hi, I got way too carried away with this and there will definitely be more parts so keep an eye out! This is also my first prompt so thank you! Also, warning there are mentions of rape/non-con so be careful! Part Two is now up!

Peter knew that one day his baby face was going to get him in trouble. He always thought it would be from being in a club, probably drunk, only looking like an 18 year old. He was wrong. Oh so very wrong.

Peter kept his head down and picked up his pace when the guard stabbed him in the back with a baton. He remembered he once dressed in a smaller version of the overalls he was now wearing one Halloween, playing criminal to Uncle Ben’s cop. Peter laughed quietly, under his breath. There was no playing now. He was a criminal. He tightly closed his eyes for a second as he rounded another corner to show more lines of cells. His closed eyes brought no respite, instead it brought to mind the haggard image of Aunt May, so small and weary in the court stands waiting for the verdict. Weary because of him.

He tried to throw the thought away, into a black box never to think about again in the back of his mind, as the inmates started to shout obscenities at him – about him – that caused his stomach to twist and bile to rise in the back of his throat. He hoped he didn’t look at scared as he felt, but he could see how pale his skin looked, how large his eyes wear, in the reflection of the shiny, metal bars. Even if he didn’t look like that, he couldn’t stop the slight shaking of his hands.

The guard shoved him into what looked like a random cell. The door closed with a bang and locked with an unsympathetic click and Peter could hear the guards outside placing bets on how long he would last. 

Peter bit his lip and looked at his new cellmate.

The guy was huge, lying on the bottom bunk with his eyes closed. He was tall, his feet almost hanging over the edge of the bed, and with shoulders so wide that Peter felt that he could probably crush him like a nut. Dark hair with an ever so slight wave, neatly trimmed facial hair and pouty lips with slightly tanned skin. He looked about 30, but Peter knew better then to assume age based on looks. 

“Are you done yet?” the guy asked, almost politely, without opening his eyes.

Peter couldn’t contain his flinch, God dammit he probably already pissed the guy off. “Y-yeah, sorry,” Peter stuttered.

“Top bunk is mine.”

He wanted to ask why he was lying on what was supposed to be his bunk then, but bit his tongue. He already pissed the guy off by staring at him, it was probably best he kept his questions to himself. 

“I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

The guy opened his eyes. They were blue, icy cold and intense.  His gaze swept Peter up and down making him feel oddly exposed in his new overalls and causing goosebumps to settle over his arms (Definitely from fear, not anything else, nope, not at all) before they stopped at his lips. Peter automatically ran his tongue over them and the man’s eyes heated.

“Tell me Pete, how good do you suck cock?”

Peter choked slightly on his own salvia. “Oh, I’m, I’m straight.”

The guy lifted an eyebrow, a cruel smirk curling his lips. “Everyone’s straight in here, Bambi,” he sat up and leaned towards Peter, “doesn’t stop me or anyone else.”

“I have a girlfriend!” Peter shouted a bit too loud, as though to make sure that the very ominous anyone else could also hear.

The man looked unimpressed and then he let loose a mocking chuckle. “Girlfriends. Wives. Doesn’t make a difference in here, Bambi.” He got out of the bunk and he was so much taller standing up. A predator in a cage, and Peter was trapped inside with him. Peter couldn’t help but step back, natural instinct kicking in and telling him that he wouldn’t win in a fight against this man.

Instead of pouncing on him, the guy held out his hand, making the overalls look like a three piece suit. “I’m Tony.”

Peter shook the hand warily, half expecting to be pulled and raped on the bunk beds.

“It’s probably been a long day for you Bambi,” Tony said. “Get some sleep, nobody bothers around here on a night.” 

Peter wanted to ask why nobody bothered around here on a night, when he walked in all the men seemed rowdy and ready to fight but now you could probably hear a pin drop. In fact, it seemed that they were the only ones talking. 

“Alright,” Peter sighed, almost relieved to be given an order. Tony was probably just joking around. A bit of a laugh at his new cellmate.

Tony leaned in, next to his ear and Peter struggled to keep his composer, now so aware of how much taller, broader, the other man was. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Bambi, but I will fuck you. Goodnight.” He placed a kiss behind Peter’s ear and Peter felt his arms come up in a pathetic attempt to push Tony away. Tony backed away. Peter felt like he could think again.

“You’re not fucking me,” he bit out, aggressively baring his teeth.

Tony smiled. It was a surprising nice smile, all white with no gaps, but all Peter could see was a panther smiling at its prey. “I won’t force you, Bambi. I wouldn’t hurt you that way. But, if you’re a good enough fuck, I’ll protect from the others who won’t be as nearly as nice as me. Stick with me and you’ll be fine.“

“If you won’t force me, then it’s not going to happen. I have a girlfriend who I am very much in love with, and I won’t whore myself out for some protection.” Peter kept his voice firm, even though deep inside something screamed that he would in fact need Tony’s protection. 

Tony chuckled again. “I love a good challenge, Bambi.” 

Before Peter could think of something clever to say, Tony climbed onto the top bunk bed and was silent. Peter stood still, staring at nothing for a long time, Tony’s even breath the only noise. When he did crawl into bed, it was too hard, too cold, too not home. He barely slept all night.

—-

The morning came with guards banging on every jail cell door with their batons - every door except their door. After a horrible breakfast of sludge, which he thinks was supposed to be porridge, he was set to work. He was ogled at, groped at, leered at more than ever before but it never went anywhere. The guards were also keeping a close eye around him but Peter didn’t know why. Yeah, he was the new guy, but what did they think was going to happen?

After work, it was shower time. Just great.

Once in the showers, Peter didn’t know which way to turn. His hands were loosely covering his cock in a false sense of prudency, yet he didn’t want to turn his back to anyone. The inmates seemed more disorderly, in a way which they seemed to know that they could get away with anything in here. In the corner, there was a big man with blonde hair forcing his cock down the throat of another dark haired inmate. The guards didn’t seem bothered. Peter tried hard to keep his gaze from wandering that way; he thought he might be sick.

There were a couple of guys eyeing him as he finally started to wash himself. One guy was even roughly stroking his cock as he looked Peter up and down, but no one tried to touch him. Peter would like to think that it was because he was glaring at them but he knew it was because of Tony, who stood near him, his face blank.

Peter glanced at Tony, he didn’t seem interested in what was going on around him. It was this quiet confidence that Tony exudes that made Peter relax. It was a mistake. 

He was just about done cleaning himself, just a few soapy suds clinging to his skin when he felt it: a hand on his arse. A big, warm hand that squeezed ever so slightly and broke Peter out of his frozen state. 

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he hissed quietly, his head tilted towards Tony. He knew better than to cause a scene, it would only end up with Tony having to prove he was top dog in their little part of the prison and Peter didn’t feel like getting beaten to a plump in the shower.

Tony looked at him calmly, his eyes betraying his mirth at seeing Peter in this situation. “You need everyone to know you’re mine, Bambi, or they might start to get ideas,” he said slowly, his eyes raking up and down Peter’s body, “You don’t want that now, do you?” The question was said mockingly.

Peter glared at him. He hated that Tony was right. A hand on his arse versus being gangbanged in the shower. It was an easy choice to make. It’s not like Tony was going to go any further, a hand on his backside should be enough to let people know that he was under Tony’s protection….right?

So he stood completely still, with a warm hand on his arse and his gaze cast downwards. It was humiliating. Tony’s possessive hand was huge and cupped one of his arse cheeks fully. In this moment, he felt like he belonged to Tony. A pet that he had to keep happy and fed.

When shower time was over, Peter shook off Tony’s hand, dried and got dressed before quickly walking back to the cell. He kept his gaze lowered and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a guard following him. When he got to the cell, the guard stood outside with his back to him. The guard was silent and clearly observing everyone who walked past. Why was there a guard outside his door? Was this normal?

When Tony finally returned (No, Peter was definitely not waiting for him) the guard nodded at Tony and then left. What the fuck? Peter gripped the book he was trying – and failing – to read tighter.

“Relax, bel ragazzo,” Tony smirked.

“What does that mean?” 

“Pretty boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Peter snapped.

“I’ll call you whatever I want bel ragazzo because you are mine.”

Peter felt a surge of helpless anger, but he didn’t do anything because he knew Tony was right. In here, he was Tony’s property. Not to mention that Tony scared him. He was so different from the other inmates, as though he was better than them, and he had seen the way the others had acted around Tony: scared and respectful. 

“What did you do?” Peter asked, no longer able to push his curiosity down.

“Excuse me?” Tony sounded almost offended.

“I mean, why are you in here? What did you do?” Peter clarified.

“Went on a killing spree. They found 35 of them.” Tony looked him in the eye.

Peter blinked. “You’re joking, right?” Surely, Peter would remember something like that being on the news.

Tony made a gesture with his hand that could be interpreted either way and climbed onto the top bunk.

—–

Days passed and Peter settled into something of a boring routine. Not that the routine was his choice, everything he did was controlled by someone else and it was slowly driving him insane. He missed the days where he could just go for a walk because he wanted to. Sometimes, he wanted to throw something, punch someone, just do something uncontrolled to break the regulations. He never understood why there was so much violence in prison until he was there: it was just a way for them to entertain themselves, to break the tension surrounding them.

The other inmates mostly left him alone, but that didn’t stop the stares. He was too damn “pretty” for them to stop and Peter hated it. Hated the way they looked at him, as though they were watching a stripper give them a free show, their eyes always hungry for more. The most fucked up thing was that he had started to become thankful to Tony, to his heavy hand that was always on him in the shower, as it stopped the other guys from trying anything. He knew everyone thought he was Tony’s bitch, he just never expected anyone to call him that to his face.

“I’m not his bitch,” Peter snapped.

Bucky – the guy who he had formed a tentative friendship with, who happened to be the guy who had sucked the blonde guys (Steve’s) cock in the shower – just looked at him with a confused smile.

 “Okay then,” Bucky paused for a moment and then looked him in the eye, “His whore then, whatever he calls you when he fucks you.”

“He isn’t fucking me,” Peter said through gritted teeth.

At that Bucky gave him an odd look, as though he just said that pigs can fly, and didn’t respond. Instead, Bucky put down his two cards showing pontoon and they continued their game.

When he went back to his cell later that same day, Tony stood in the middle of it like a brick wall. His arms were crossed, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together. Peter paused and his hesitation brought Tony upon him, pushing him up against the wall with his hand around his throat. Peter’s automatically came up, scratching at Tony’s arm, wrist, hand, anything that he could reach until Tony grabbed both of his wrists in his left hand and forced them above his head.

“Do you want me to kill you, hmm? Is that it?” Tony growled out.

“N-no,” Peter choked out as he started to feel light headed from his air being cut off.

This answer didn’t seem to appease Tony, who pressed against him even harder until Peter could feel Tony’s breath on his face.

“Then why are you making me look like a fucking liar?” Tony’s eyes were alight with anger.

“I-I didn’t think- think he would tell anyone,” Peter replied, his eyes going wide as what he had done setting in; if he loosed Tony’s protection – stopped being his “bitch” – then it was going to be open season on him. That is if Tony didn’t kill him first.

At his reply, Tony’s eye seemed to soften.  “You’re so naive Bambi. So naive. Never trust anyone Peter, got it?” Tony released his throat but kept his arms up.

Peter gasped for his breath. “Not even you?”, he breathed out, his eyes looking up to meet Tony’s.

Tony leaned in so their noses were brushing against each other in an Eskimo kiss. “Not even me, Bambi. Especially not me.”

“What if I do trust you?” Peter asked, but it felt more like a confession. 

Tony smiled, an actual smile that caused wrinkles around his eyes. “If people call you my bitch, my anything, then you say yes. Okay?” 

Peter couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t answer the question. “Let me go,” Peter struggled against Tony’s hold but instead of breaking free, he just ended up rubbing himself against Tony, “fuck you!”

“Oh, Bambi, I will,” Tony murmured into his ear, biting the lobe.

Peter hid his whimper with a “Fuck off.” It lacked conviction though.

“I bet you’ll be begging me soon, Bambi, what a pretty sight you’ll make when that happens.” Tony pressed harder against him. His warmth, his weight, his strength, his scent… it was all so overwhelming to Peter’s senses, made him weak in the knees in a strange, disturbing way.

“Never,” Peter sighed in bliss.

Tony moved away. Peter could breathe again. 

“Fine. You don’t want my protection, I’ll let the others know that you’re free.” Tony clenched his jaw and turned away, walking over to the bunk bed.

Peter felt his lip quiver at the thought, if he wasn’t under Tony’s protection it wouldn’t be long before he was pushed to his knees in the shower. “Wait, don’t, I-,” Peter didn’t know what else to say. 

Tony didn’t respond but his shoulders relaxed. 

“Get some sleep, Bambi.”

Peter did what he was told.

Part Two

[turtle-ier]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Robin is old. Like, older than trees, rivers, lakes and civilisation, old. He keeps a list of words he learns as time goes by, and eventually, discovers a few things he'd always known but never knew the word for.

Rated: T

Word Count: 10096

More Fanfiction, but this time with an actual prompt! 

Based on @ghostsfanworks prompts for June/July, this one was first for ‘family’ but changed to ‘time’ halfway through. 

I hope you all enjoy it! :D 

[willowknee]

At Ease - George

Title: At Ease People: George X reader Word count: 1,282 Warnings: N/A Songs to listen to: Wings by Birdy Prompt/request: Could i request a really fluffy george imagine please A/N: Sorry it’s so short but I think if it was any longer than it would lose a part of it.

It had been a while since you were this at ease. Usually, you were preoccupied with your thoughts or busy stressing about something. Today was a rare occasion, where neither of those things were happening. Instead, you were on the balcony of your boyfriend’s apartment, in an oversized hoodie, a pair of leggings and fluffy socks, your glasses perched perfectly on your nose and you sit comfortably on a chair with your favourite book and a warm cup of your favourite drink.

Your hands deftly flick through the pages as you immerse yourself into the story, words floating around and painting a vivid picture in your head, the story coming to life. You were so gripped and invested in the story, you failed to notice that you had company.

You were brought back to life when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and a head perched itself on your shoulder, you turned your head slightly, noticing the familiar scent of George making its way to you and you smiled softly cds.

“Hi,” You whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispered back, “I was wondering why you weren’t replying,”

“You were calling?” You asked him.

“Yeah, for the past fifteen minutes, it’s okay though, just wanted to make sure you’re okay,”

“I am, even better now that you’re here,” You replied with earnestness.

“Are you planning on staying out here a while longer?” He asked.

You nodded in response.

“Alright, hold on then,”

George stood up and disappeared inside for a few minutes, leaving you to curiously wonder what he was up to, shortly after, he returned with his laptop, mouse, headphones and a few notebooks and pens.

“I’ll sit out here and work alongside you, I miss you,”

Your heart felt so warm, hearing those words from George meant so much to you. He wasn’t the one to always outright say how he was feeling, it took a lot for him to blatantly tell you what he was thinking, but in the moments he does, your heart warms up and you fall in love with him just a bit more (not that you were positive it was even possible).

For the next few hours, that’s how you were sat, both of you on the lounger, doing your own thing, just basking in the comfort of each other’s company, not saying a word, not that you needed to, it was nice, you enjoyed this. While the beginning of your relationship was exciting, staying up till stupid hours of the morning, not wanting to be the first one to go to sleep and stop talking to each other, constant dates as you constantly wanted to be with each other, you constantly had sex, you were always going at it and tugging at each others clothes, but now, your relationship has calmed down. You still talk to each other a lot, but you know your limits and when to sleep. You still go on dates, only these ones aren’t to impress you, they were more personal, chosen to make you happy. You still have sex, but not every waking moment. But you liked that.

Yes, the excitement had been fun, but the state you’re at in your relationship, you were even happier than before. You look up from your book to see your partner engrossed in his work, a pen resting between his lips, gently rolling it while he was reading the notes from the notebook and transferring them to a document on his laptop, most likely video ideas.

You smiled and gently stood up and walked inside, headed towards the kitchen. You knew now that he had started his work he wouldn’t want to stop until it was complete, so instead of a full course meal, you decided to make a small stay-at-home picnic, finger food would be better for him so he can eat while not breaking his train of thought too much. You made an array of sandwiches, sausage rolls, mini pork pies, some crisps, a salad, cut up carrot and cucumber sticks and some cheese. If he didn’t eat it all he could always have the rest later, but you knew he had a big appetite. You decided to make another drink since you left the other one to go cold accidentally.

Walking back onto the balcony with all the food, you placed it on the table in front of you both and handed him a sandwich to get him started, not really removing his attention, but letting him know that food was there.

As you thought, George regularly reached over to pick up some food and nibble on it while he continued to work, you didn’t pick up your book again, you just watched in pure wonder as your boyfriend got stuck in his work and evidently enjoying the food you had prepared. Sipping on your now luke-warm drink, you begin to think of yours and George’s future, if how you were now was anything to go by, it definitely looked promising.

Once it had begun to get dark, you cleared away all the empty plates and bowls and took them inside to be washed. As you stood and washed the plates, you felt someone wrap their arms around you.

“You finished your work?” You asked.

“Almost, I’m going to take an hour break, just spend some time with you. Hopefully I can get it done by the time we head off to bed,” he explained.

You nodded.

“Anything you would like to do?” You inquired.

He chuckled.

“I want to do what we did before, when we first started dating,”

“Endless amount of sex?”

He barked with laughter, “as much as i would love to do that, it isn’t what I meant,”

“Oh? What did you mean?”

“I meant, just laying down with the fairy lights, listening to music and just holding each other, I’ve still got the playlist we made,”

You turned around and faced him.

“Still? It’s been nearly three years,”

“Two years, ten months and sixteen days. I know, but those moments where we just held each other, looking up at the lights with the calm music playing quietly from the speakers and we spoke about pure waffle, it meant a lot to me, I cherish every moment with you, but those moments especially,”

Your eyes welled up with tears at his words, you loved this man so much. You dried your hands and you pulled him upstairs to the bedroom, flicked on the fairy lights and clambered into the bed and holding your arms wide for him to come to you, he smiled and after he connected his phone to the speaker, he climbed into bed with you, your arms wrapped around him and his head on your chest, relaxing to the sound of your heartbeat.

“Y/N, are you still happy with me?” George asked, you could tell by his voice that he didn’t mean offence by it, it was just a genuine question.

“George, I love every waking moment with you. Even when I’m not with you, I’m wondering how you are, if you’ve eaten, how well you slept. I love how we don’t have to spend every moment with each other and still be happy as if we never had a break apart when we next see each other, but nonetheless we still want to. I love being with you, I love you, I love our relationship and I honestly don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life,”

“Crash and burn, probably,” he joked.

“More than likely,” You laughed.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, George.”

[willowknee]

Betrayal - Will imagine

Title: Betrayal People: Willx reader, Gee Word count: 1,039 Warnings: Swearing, idk?  Songs to listen to: N/A Prompt/request: “I need a place to stay,” A/N: This is my first imagine so I apologise for the poor writing, and I couldn’t think of a way to end it so sorry if it feels really abrupt. Also please feel free to send in requests!

You don’t exactly know how it came to this, one minute everything was perfectly fine, you were sat on the sofa of your apartment catching up on the latest episodes of your favourite show which you had been meaning to watch while your roommate sat on her phone. She was sat in an awkward way, in a position that you knew couldn’t be comfortable so you had turned towards her to ask if she needed more room and that’s when you noticed her phone screen. It was a straight-forward picture and with her accompanying smile, that’s all it needed for you to flip your absolute shit. 

“Why the fuck is my boyfriend sending you pictures like that?!” You shouted, making her jump in surprise.

“It’s not what it looks like!” She pleaded, trying to hide her phone, but you reached out and grabbed it, looking through the messages, confirming exactly what you saw.

“It’s exactly what the fuck it looks like!” You seethed, as you threw her phone on the cushions. “How long?! How long have you been going behind my back? You’re supposed to be my friend!”

“I am your friend!” She cried.

“Friends don’t sneak behind their backs with their boyfriends!” 

You glared at her and she finally broke, tears streaming down her face. “Since the beginning,”

Since the beginning. You had been dating for two years now. You let out a massively aggravated sigh before looking at the floor, no longer able to look at her. 

“I want you out. You can stay here tonight and pack your things, I’ll stay elsewhere. You have three days to move otherwise I’ll be getting in touch with my lawyer and I’ll take you to court.”

“But-”

“No, you don’t get a say in this. It’s my apartment, it’s in my name and I pay most of the rent, you better be gone when I return in three days,”

And that’s how you’ve ended up here, stood in front of the door of an apartment owned by the only person you felt like you could trust at this moment, you felt lied to, you felt betrayed, and nobody feels safe anymore. Nobody but one. Nobody but your best friend, Will. 

Should I knock? Would it be okay? 

It was roughly half three in the morning, you were stood there with a rucksack full of clothes and your handbag shoved with essentials. Without giving it another thought and giving yourself enough time to back out of it, you knock on the door quickly before shuffling backwards, getting ready to sprint for it. Just before you turn to leave the door opens and a dishevelled Will Lenney appears, staring at you with a look of confusion and concern. 

“I-I need a place to stay,” You manage to squeak out before bursting into tears.

Will races to your side and collects the bags in one hand while holding you in his free arm close and guiding you inside the apartment, gently kicking the door closed behind him as to not wake the neighbours who already have it out for him. He guides you to the sofa where a sleepy and disgruntled Gee was sitting before she noticed your state and ran to give you a hug before walking off with the promise of her signature hot chocolate.

“Here, have a seat,” He says gently, dropping your bags off to the side of the sofa before covering you with the throw that was previously on the back of the seat. 

“I’m so sorry to wake you both,” You apologise in between fits of crying.

“Hey, I’m just glad you came here instead of wandering the streets or even worse, want to talk about what happened?” 

You shook your head, but your mouth uttered the word ‘yes’.

You calm yourself down for a few minutes and in that time Gee had returned and sat by your side gently hugging you while WIll was perched on the coffee table in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knee and his eyes scanning your face, looking for any damage. The only damage caused was the break of trust and the crack in your heart. 

“You know my roommate, right?” You say, looking up at him and noticing them both grimace.

“Yeah, a bit of an odd one, that girl,” Will comments and Gee nods in agreement. 

“Well, she has been hooking up with my boyfriend, for two frickin years,” 

“Wait, isn’t that the same time-” 

“We got together? Yeah.” You bluntly say. 

Will shakes his head. “I’m going to kill them both.”

“It’s fine, I’ve already sent him a text saying it’s over and broke up with him and I’ve given her three days to move out, I’ll send an email to my lawyer soon to make it official,”

After a while of sitting around talking about nothing in particular with youtube playing in the background, Gee finally admits defeat and goes to sleep, after giving you one last hug she crawls off upstairs to her room, leaving you and Will alone. You sigh and pull the blankets closer to you.

“Cold?” Will asks.

You shake your head. “Comfy,” 

He nods and sprawls across the sofa, resting his head in your lap. You find yourself playing with his hair and take note of his soft breaths. 

“He doesn’t deserve you, you know, he never did,” Will says out of seemingly nowhere, his eyes still closed, almost as if he was too afraid to look at you.

“Maybe so, I suppose I was just too desperate to believe in true love I was looking for it in the wrong place,” you sigh softly, resting your head on the back of the sofa. “I don’t feel as bad as I should do, what’s wrong with me?”

“There’s nuffin wrong with you love, your relationship with him wasn’t exactly the most conventional, was it? You know you’ve done nothing wrong, it was all them,” 

You nodded even though Will couldn’t see you. After a while, you ended up drifting off into a restless sleep, your fingers still curled up in Will’s hair and his arms wrapped around your waist and a small, gentle smile playing on his lips.

[saltiestdemonloves]

Turning His Frown Upside Down

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, there’s lingerie

Request:  Dean x Reader with the prompt “Don’t roll your eyes at me, it’s almost Christmas.”

A/N: @marvelwritings I meant to go in another direction with this xD. I don’t know how I got here but I hope you like it! 💕💕

Dean has been in a bad mood. The last day he has been trudging around and grumbling underneath his breath. Now, Y/n wasn't having it. He might be her boyfriend but she was not going to let his foul mood ruin her Christmas spirit. In an attempt to up the mood, Y/n had started decorating the bunker for the season. After hanging the last of the tinsel, Y/n stands back to admire her work.

"There!" she exclaims, beaming proudly. She hears a scoff from behind her and turns to see Dean looking at both her and the decorations with an unimpressed look. Turning, Y/n squints at him and puts her hands on her hips. "And what are you scoffing at?"

Dean groans and rolls his head to the side, "Nothing babe."

Pouting, Y/n turns to look at the decorations, "Is something wrong with it?"

Dean stares at her for a moment. Y/n's shoulders have started to deflate a little. He grimaces and pulls at his shirt, "It looks good, hon. You did a great job." He looks up to see her staring at him with an unsure look. Quirking his brows, Dean smiles widely at her, "Really."

Inhaling deeply, Y/n nods and smiles softly, "Alright."

*

Dean's mood turns foul once again the next day. Sam was gone with Castiel doing a hunt together. Y/n had managed to convince Dean to stay with her on this one. She had a plan that was surely going to lift his mood. So, that day, Dean went to lie down and take a nap. While he slept she worked in the kitchen to make a feast. "This better cheer him up," Y/n grumbles. The table is nicely made and once the food is finished cooking, it's placed in the center of the table.

"Okay." Y/n makes her way back to their bedroom and peeks into the dark room. Dean's soft snores reach her ears and Y/n smiles softly. Tiptoeing forward, she crawls up the bed and reaches for him, finding his arm. "Dean?" She speaks softly and shakes his shoulder gently, "Baby?"

"Hm?" Dean turns in his sleep, his hand stretched out to find her. Y/n catches his hand before he could accidentally smack her in her face. Dean wraps his fingers around Y/n's hand and pulls it to his lips before tucking into his chest. "What's wrong?"

Y/n's face flushes slightly at Dean's sleepy voice. It was deeper than usual and gruffer. It made her heart flutter wildly in her chest. Before answering his question, Y/n leans forward and carefully presses a kiss to the corner of Dean's lips. He moves to kiss her properly but Y/n pulls away before he could. "Do you think you could get up and come eat with me?"

"Eat?"

"I made dinner."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." Y/n uses the hand that Dean held tightly to pull him up to a sitting position. "I went all out."

"Give me a kiss and then I'll get up," Laughing, Y/n complies willingly. She leans forward and graces his lips teasingly which entices a growl from him. "Don't tease," he growls lowly. Dean pulls Y/n closer by her waist and pecks her jaw, then her cheek, and finally he gets to his main goal. The kiss is sweet and slow, it pulls a soft sigh from Y/n and almost makes her forget about the meal waiting for them. Almost. Sighing, Y/n reluctantly pulls away from Dean. "Hey." Dean's voice is low and protesting. He pulls at her hand to come back to him.

"You said you'd get up, Dean," Y/n reminds.

He groans but nods. "It better be one hell of a dinner, baby."

"Oh, it is," Y/n giggles.

She helps Dean up and wiggles excitedly as she leads him to the dinner. When they get to the front room, Dean slows to a stop. "Oh wow." Dean laughs softly and looks at the arrangement, "Wow, Y/n. You made all this?"

"Just for you," Y/n nods.

"Why for me?" Dean wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, resting his chin on her shoulder. Y/n hums and twists around in his arms so that she was facing him. Peering up at Dean, she smiles softly and brings her hands up to cup his face gently.

"You've been in a sour mood," she murmurs, "I wanted to perk you up."

Dean laughs and brushes his lips against Y/n's neck, inhaling deeply. "You did good, baby."

"Good," Y/n grins.

"Let's eat!" Dean pulls away from Y/n, spins her around, and pulls her along to the table excitedly.

*

"Hey, Dean." Y/n walks up to Dean who was sitting at the table. She rests her hands onto her shoulder when she gets to him and gives them a small squeeze before leaning down to kiss his jaw. "It's late, why don't you come to bed." Standing back up, Y/n takes the few short steps to walk around him and lean against the table. "I'll make it worth your time," she promises suggestively, giving him a sideways grin and tilting her head.

Dean pauses, he looks up from the book he was reading to stare at her for a moment. His lips pressed together in a thin line as he exhales slowly and shakes his head. "Can't, not right now." He doesn't catch the fall of Y/n's smile as he looks back down and starts reading.

Y/n whines and stomps her foot, "Why?"

"Because I want to look more into this." Dean glances back up at her and gives her a soft smile, "Don't look at me like that. I'll be in bed later."

Y/n opens her mouth to protest but then shuts it right back up. Her eyes are distant as she thinks of something but it's another thing that Dean's failed to notice. Humming softly, Y/n pushes herself from the table and walks away towards the bedroom. "I know exactly what will make you come."

Dean thinks that she's given in and went to bed. Y/n's been gone for a while. He doesn't expect the sound of heels clicking against the floor and tenses for a moment. Spinning to face the source of the sound, Dean freezes. Y/n walks toward him with a mischievous grin. Dean let's out a surprised laugh and shakes his head before rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, it's almost Christmas."

Dean chuckles and clears his throat before nodding. "Sorry..." Dean stops and tilts his head, eyeing her up and down before saying questioningly, "Mrs. Clause?"

Y/n giggles softly and spin in a circle, "Do you like it?"

Y/n's hair was tied back in a high ponytail, she had on Dean's favorite colored lipstick, and she wore lingerie. She wore a babydoll set that had sheer lace all the way through and faux fur that brushed against Y/n's thighs. Underneath, Dean could see the red, strapless bra that she wore and the thong to match it. And to finish, the last article of clothing was red thigh high stockings with faux fur at the top and a red bow tied around.

"W-When did you, um, get... this," Dean asks, gesturing to her. His face getting hotter by the seconds.

Humming, Y/n shrugs and looks down while grinning. She pulls at the skirt, spreading it out, showing more skin. Dean struggled to stay composed. "Well, you kept on getting all bummed out and in a bad mood. So, I thought this would be a good thing to use if it happened again."

"If I'd known that all I had to do to get this was act a little grumpy," Dean stops to laugh.

Peering up at him, Y/n gins playfully, "Well... you wanna come to bed now?" Dean gets up, leaving the book forgotten on the table. He rushes to Y/n and cups her cheeks to kiss her before hoisting her up. A surprised laugh slips from Y/n as he does and she wraps her legs around him.

"Let's go," Dean whispers, nipping the sensitive skin on Y/n's neck playfully.

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