Hide Our Love Away

You are John’s sister and has a secret crush on George. Afraid of what John might do if he finds out the feelings are mutual, you and George spent months hiding your feelings and exchanging love notes. Until one night, when George gets tired of trying to curb his desires.

• Note:Well… This scene was part of a bigger oneshot but I ended up not liking the ending. This part, tho, I really enjoyed and hope you do too!!

.F!Reader x George Harrison.

“Why can’t I have you?” His whisper took you by surprise. As you turned around, you saw George’s eyes stray sadly towards yours “What do I have to do for you to be mine?”

His voice was gentle but it carried a unexpected anger, as if George’s feeling came from a hole in his chest much deeper than you might have expected.

He came closer, slowly. His eyes made it clear that he wanted to finish that distance more than anything, but the mechanical gesture with which he pushed a lock of your hair back made it clear he was waiting for your permission.

“I don’t know how to answer you anymore, George” You snapped, your eyes flickering towards his lips, now so close to yours that the air was warm “I don’t know how to make you understand that John would never approve this. He would kill you just by… just by being here so close to me.”

The breath that had been trapped in your chest finally came out as a sigh when you felt George’s hand moving up your thigh so unintentionally, that you would have thought it was an accident, if not for the clear desire stamped on his face.

The lightnings outside projected occasional points of light on George’s face. The sound of the rain was the only thing that distracted your attention from his voice.

He nodded with a low, deep sound. A sound of dissatisfaction you’ve known for years, which used to represent that George was giving up on the idea.

Not tonight.

“Do you want me to beg?” He asked, his eyes flashing towards your neck, making you wonder once again what it would feel like to have George’s lips and teeth slide over your skin.

His fingers played with the skin of your thigh as if he had done it as often as you wanted him to, and your eyes could no longer hide how much you wanted him to take you, leaving no room for the rationality of the situation.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N” He promised in a tone that was both hopeful and comforting “I’ll tell John about us and… I… we will be together.”

One of George’s fingers made a longer movement, brushing so close to your panties that you couldn’t control the moan that followed.

George swallowed your reaction like he was hungry. Your eyes closing involuntarily and the slight incline toward his lips was enough to make him feel confident for the first time.

“Georgie, we shouldn't…” You started to say, when his nose brush lightly against the skin of your neck, signaling that there was no longer any distance between you two.

“Should I start now, Y/N?” He whispered at last, before sliding a kiss so gentle and warm on your shoulder that you considered pleading in his place “I want you to be mine, luve, but I need to hear you say it too.”

George’s lips made a sinuous, slow path up your neck, a path that would end at your lips as naturally as you could breathe “Tell me when to start, my love, tell me when to beg for you.”

You opened your eyes the same moment George stopped, his expression desperate and his breathing hard. Your hands were already on his shoulders, to stop him or to pull him closer, you couldn’t tell anymore. He was so close to your face that you felt his lip brush softly against yours as he said “Please, Y/N. I can’t take this anymore.”

You closed your eyes and gave in.

Fuck John.

You joined in an intense, desperate kiss that gave voice to everything that had built up between you two for months. George’s hands quickly pulled you into his lap and sank into your waist.

George was firm and warm beneath you, fast and gentle, intense and soft. His mouth enjoyed every stretch of your skin he’d always dreamed of.

Your lips slid into the wet mess of George’s tongue, while he was sucking at your lips and the moans that poured from them at the same time.

His hands pulled your body against him, a desperate attempt to get you closer and closer. You didn’t know what you loved more about this moment: George’s hands holding you tight in place by the hips, his panting breath against your face or the sweet taste of his lips.

He pulled away for the first time that night, bringing his finger to your mouth and sliding it over your lips unable to contain the smile as he looked at you.

His voice came out in a whisper, as if he apologized for the nervousness you caused him “I love you.”

“Be mine, Y/N” He pleaded again, his hands cupping the sides of your face in an act of urgency “I need you to be mine.”

You slid a kiss to the side of George’s mouth. YourGeorge.

“I love you so much, Georgie” You whispered back, your mouth mingling with his again.

George would never forget how beautiful you looked as you repeated over and over again that you were his, for the rest of the night.

Watching Horror Movies With Them!!

• George

• now listen to me
• this one knows how to have fun
• George organizes a night of terror every halloween
• which involves showing up in costume at your house
• usually as a vampire
• yes, with the cape, fangs and fake blood
• with a bag of candy the size of his head, too
• and the first thing he does is attack you
• “To learn not to invite anyone to your house, young lady”
• then he uses his fangs (so you can become a vampire too, of course ) and reveals a vampire costume made for you!
• with less neckline than his tho
• you spend the night talking with a forced accent
• eating candy and laughing at the trash movies he chose
• until he gets tired of looking at the screen and prefers to watch you
• “I’m tired of the movies, dear. How about I bite your pretty little neck some more?”

• John

• the most scared one (but will never admit it!)
• he’s also the one who loves popcorn the most
• eats candy to disguise that he’s too scared to say anything during the movie
• if you look in John’s direction at any point of he will be wide-eyed
• without blinking
• with the popcorn stopped halfway to his mouth until you ask if he’s okay
• “I’m fine, luve” he says looking like a scared child
• loves the black and white horror movies with silly trash gore scenes tho, it’s the ones he’s most entertained with
• laughs when you hide your face in his chest and always says when you can look at the screen again
• even though he is as scared as you are
• “Can I sleep here tonight, love? So you… y'know, don’t get scared sleeping alone…?”

• Paul

• 100% dont fuck around ghost movies
• 100% loves halloween and wear costumes that match yours!
• love it when the movie is scary enough for you to curl up with him on the couch
• rarely scared of anything but hates bloody scenes
• prefer horror movies with vampires or serial killers
• always ends movie sessions with chocolate all over his face (he doesn’t care much for popcorn)
• and he always asks you to clean up for him “no, luve, with your tongue!”
• jump scare makes him laugh more than they should
• whether from the scene or from you jumping on the couch
• “Such a scare little girl, aren’t we? C'mere love, let me protect you from the monsters.”

• Ringo

• might as well become a film critic
• pays more attention to photography than plot
• don’t stop talking about how perfect the casting was
• completely ignores that the protagonist has just been possessed and praises the soundtrack
• he never says he wants popcorn but he always ends up eating half of yours
• always have an arm around your shoulders and end up having a lot of fun with your reactions ❤
• at the end of the movie he always hides around the house and try to scare you
• and this ends up becoming a game between you two
• until he ends up on the floor under a tickling attack
• only that makes him stop lmao
• only watch horror movies when it’s night and raining
• “I know the possessed neighbor just murdered the priest’s wife but hear me out, dear… they used the wrong song :/”

.How they take care of you when you’re on your period.

.John.

• you’re sure you’ve seen John use two tampons to pretend they were vampire fangs lol
• tries to distract you with weird jokes and writing songs about blood
• but when he sees that you are going through a hard time, he drops the guitar and lies down with you
• says with a huge smile that you can use him as a pillow whenever you want
• one of the things he likes most is just lying down with you
• so being able to take care of you and be under the covers all day is something he loves
• even John’s voice tone is different at these times
• he becomes more serious, more attentive
• and you couldn’t love him more for it <3
• his hand, big and always very warm, caresses your belly all the time
• and he even insists on giving the food in your mouth
• although he needs to imitate an airplane in every spoonful and this can take a few minutes
• “Ye didn’t like my imitation warplane, luve? You’re lucky you’re sick, otherwise I would fight for my honor right now.”

.George.

• think tea solves everything lmao
• started researching more about plants that can help with your pain
• and now grows one of them just for that <3
• knows exactly when your period starts
• and it hurts him more than anything when you’re in pain
• he dramatically carries you around the house while the two of you laugh louder than anything
• likes to shower with you and massage your feet afterwards
• discovered, during research, that sex can help with pain
• and spread it to all the boys lmao
• likes to lie with his head on your belly (with a lot of little kisses)
• since you once said that weight and heat helped you feel better
• snuggles into you at night and whispers against your neck that if you need anything, just call him.
• “I’ll be right here, luve. Hope you can rest well.”

.Paul.

• this one I-
• where do I even begin
• doesn’t leave you alone for a second normally, imagine then when you don’t feel well
• asks every twenty seconds if you feel better
• swears that his kisses are miraculous and that he will cure you
• then proceeds to kiss your belly for five minutes straight
• making you almost cry from smiling so much
• suggests more than once that if you got pregnant, you wouldn’t have to go through this
• and start choosing the names of your children lmao
• makes you your favorite soup and eats with you
• does everything possible to make you happy and comfortable <3
• “Since I’ve already tried kissing your belly, y'know, I think we should try something more… intense, luve.”

.Ringo.

• doesn’t understand much about menstruation
• but do everything possible to make you feel as comfortable as possible
• gives you one new teddy bear a month
• and put his perfume on them, so you don’t feel alone when he needs to go out
• buys chocolate but ends up eating more than you lol
• always joins you in the bath and massages the soap on your back and hips deliciously
• really helps with back pain!
• but when he whispers if you want him to continue
• you are obligated to follow George’s research suggestion lmao
• “I’ll take care of you, dear. For the rest of my life if you want me to.”

BONUS

GEORGE

George opened his eyes, the frames on the walls perfectly reflecting the golden light that flooded the room through the window. He turned around excitedly to see you sleeping peacefully beside him, but to George’s surprise you were already awake.

“Good morning, love” He said, taking a hand to gently slide your skin under the covers. The smile on George’s face began to fade slowly as he looked more closely at your face “What’s the matter, dear?”

You had woken up before the sun this morning. Aroused by the intense pain, your cramps promised a long day of discomfort before the day even began.

“Good morning, my love” You replied, your voice weak from the pain “Nothing’s wrong, no need to worry. It’s just…”

Before you could even finish, George had done the math and understood what the problem was.

“Your little tummy hurts, isn’t it?” He asked, leaning closer to you and placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek.

“It’s the same as always, y'know, it’s no big deal” You stated, perhaps more to yourself than to George.

He could only imagine what you experienced during those periods, but he remembered very well the times he saw you crying in pain, or even the times you needed to be taken to the hospital for more intense medication.

After those times, George started to research, trying to gather as much information that could help you as possible.

“Love” He started to say, getting up from the bed and exposing his bare chest, “I’ll take care of you, alright? You just need to tell me what you need.”

You were secretly terrified of your mood swings affecting George, so you always tried to pull back a little. He would always bring your favorite candy or offer to run you a hot bath. George even began to plant in the garden a flower which, he researched, the tea could help with period pain. Basically, he deserved the world and you barely felt in those moments that you could return all that love.

“Georgie, I’m gonna be…” You started to say, when you felt your whole body writhe with a new wave of pain. George quickly moved to your side, bringing his hands gently to your stomach in an attempt to warm the spot. His face rested against your neck, whispering that he was right there and that he loved you.

When the new wave of pain wore off, George kissed your cheek more times than you could count, and promised he would take care of you instead of going to the studio with the guys.

Before you could even protest, he left the room announcing that he was going to prepare your special tea and bring more medicine and blankets.

“You just lie right there, and I’ll be back so we can lie together for the rest of the day” He announced from the doorway, smiling at the thought that he could spend the day by your side.

A few minutes later, through the window, you could see George picking the flower in the garden with a big smile on his face, excited to be able to help the love of his life.

PAUL

“Are ye feelin’ better?”

Paul’s voice conveyed the worry that had gripped him minutes ago when you announced that you couldn’t go with him to the studio tonight.

He was in bed, still wearing the black jacket and blue shirt he’d set aside for rehearsal, and your head rested against his lap. Taking turns caressing your face and stroking your hair, Paul had asked you more than seven times if you’d felt better in the past five minutes.

“Not yet, Paulie. I doubt I’ll feel any better today” You replied, already feeling exhausted “Until my period really comes I’m doomed to cramps.”

Paul gave a sad smile and took one of his hands to caress your stomach gently, knowing that your cramps could often be quite cruel.

“I’ll stay here with you, then” He announced, unable to tear his eyes away from the patch of skin on your stomach that his fingers had discovered “If you can’t go, I can’t go.”

“Paul, you can’t…” You tried to smile but felt a new contraction approaching. Seeing your eyes slam shut, he quickly climbed off the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor, his mouth just inches from your face.

“I’ll take care of you, love” Paul whispered as you felt the spasms of pain approaching “I’m going to get that new medicine now and there’s nothing you can say that will make me leave you alone.”

With a leap, he left the room. He returned a few minutes later, when the spasms had passed, with medicine and a glass of water.

He came back without his jacket or the blue shirt. The shoes, you knew, must have been thrown somewhere in the living room.

“Oh… I think dat just healed me” You joked, noticing Paul’s exposed shoulders and belly.

He gave a loud, genuine laugh, the kind that would light up any room “Wait till I tell you what George told me, luve.”

You made a questioning expression as you swallowed the medicine and Paul jumped on the bed again, this time pressing on your feet and giving small kisses to your legs.

You saw that he tried not to be distracted by the glow that his kisses aroused in your eyes, but Paul’s lips curved more and more in a smile as he approached your thighs.

“Apparently” He continued, in the most seductive voice in the world “Sex is great for cramps, dear.”

SUMMER DAY

Macca invites you to a day at the pool with the guys, and it’s the first time George sees you in a bikini.

F!Reader x George Harrison

The sun was uncomfortably against your eyes (damn you for not listening to Paul when he said to bring your glasses!) as you stepped out into the garden.

John and Ringo could easily be mistaken for children by anyone who passed by, such was the noise they made in the pool.

Paul, who had greeted you at the door wearing only his swim trunks and sunglasses, quickly handed you a glass that clinked with more ice cubes than you could count.

The sunny day really was the perfect invitation to spend the day on the water, but refreshing yourself with Paul’s whiskey and coke wouldn’t make you feel any more comfortable for what was about to happen.

Getting into your bathing suit in front of Paul was easy, since he was too busy watching Ringo in the water to even look in your direction. John and Ringo, on the other hand, were perfectly busy trying to climb on top of each other. It was George that worried you.

He was in the far corner of the garden, sitting on one of the armbands with his sunglasses and a camera. He laughed as he took pictures of the guys at the pool and Paul, posing exaggeratedly near the gate. George’s laugh brightened your day much more than the sun at the height of summer.

“Y/N is here!” Paul announced, drawing everyone eyes to you.

John waved at you, which gave Ringo enough time to attack him and push him to the bottom of the pool, making you laugh.

George, who was currently trying to light a cigarette, finally noticed your presence.

A long sip of coke and whiskey gave you enough courage for the next act.

You took off the dress you were wearing in a single movement, exposing the red bikini you’ve carefully chosen to get that exact reaction out of George. You saw his hand slowly return to the starting position, and the cigarette just dangle over his lips. George had never seen you in a bikini, and clearly he loved the sight.

So focused were you on observing your effect on George, you didn’t even notice that all the mess in the water had stopped and John was walking slowly towards you.

“Glad you took off your clothes, Y/N” You heard Paul scream laughing, finally making you see John “Because you’re about to get real wet.”

There was no time to even protest. In the next second you were in John’s lap being thrown into the pool. Ringo laughed frantically and George got up to photograph the scene. You came out of the water trying to decide whether to hit John or control your laughter.

“Glad I took a picture of you before dat” You heard George say, putting the camera down and reaching out to pull you out of the water “Before your hair went out in all directions like that, y'know.”

You grabbed George’s hand and pulled him into the pool without mercy. He went down with a loud scream, which sent Ringo into another fit of laughter.

“Let’s see if your hair looks good after this, luve” you said, watching as he tried to get to his feet in the water.

George just shook his hair a little and approached you in the water, taking advantage of John and Ringo being already distracted chasing Paul around the pool “Do I still look good?”

You couldn’t deny he did. Little drops of water trickled towards his mouth, his hair was falling over his eyes, now shining freely in your direction without his glasses, and his fangs jutted out in a beautiful smile for you.

“There’s no help for dat face of yours, Harrison” You said, splashing George’s face with water to push him away.

John grabbed your arm and pulled you against him “I love what you’re wearing” he whispered now that your legs were wrapped around his waist “It made you even more beautiful, if that’s possible.”

The thin fabric of the bikini wasn’t enough of a barrier for you not to feel the warmth and firmness of his body beneath yours, but hopefully George would think your red face was just an effect of the sun and not of the proximity you two shared.

You didn’t expect him to have the guts to be so open about the tension you’ve shared for weeks, but seeing him there flirting so shamelessly with you made you feel an absurd urge to lean down and kiss him.

But it wasn’t necessary, as George was already approaching, staring at your lips.

When your eyes were already closing, the sound of glass breaking took you two out of the private world you created in the water.

George looked around quickly, found one of the drinking glasses broken near the pool and Ringo standing there looking at John with the most guilty face in the world.

“It was John” was all he said before entering the house.

“I TOLD YOU TO STOP RUNNING AROUND THE POOL” George yelled, turning for a moment to kiss your cheek and whispering that he would be back in a moment, before hurrying to the edge to check if anyone was hurt.

You couldn’t control the smile, eagerly awaiting the moment when he would return and help cool off the heat you felt. Now much more than the sun, George was the reason you were grateful for the coolness of the water.

SUN KING

-oneshot-

You live the beginning of a forbidden romance with George and in one night alone, you two can finally settle your feelings for each other.

.F!Reader x George Harrison.

• Word Count: 900

The sound of the boys in the living room was only interrupted by the occasional thunder that echoed against the city sky. Liverpool had been drenched in rain and lightning for hours, leaving you with nothing else to do but entertain yourself with a book in your room.

Your brother John and his other band mates were in the living room having fun with some new tune Paul wrote, while they waited for the rain to stop before heading together to a bar.

The noise didn’t bother you, but it was George’s voice, so close to your room that he might as well be in your bed, that disconcerted you.

It was after nine at night when you gave up trying to focus on reading. Lying in the dark until sleep overtook you, imagining that George was there with you, was better than that anyway.

What your brother John could never have imagined is that George was also sitting in the living room imagining you, lying alone in the dark, your smooth skin brushing against the covers. All he wanted was to be curled up in the same blanket as you while the rain poured down outside.

For years you and George have exchanged glances and hidden notes, eagerly awaiting the day when you could have a date or a moment together without getting the anger of John, who had already made it clear that he would kill anyone who approached you.

The last note, rushed through by George about a week ago while John was taking a shower, summed up in a few words the burning feeling that had developed between you two over the past few years. The note lay tucked under your pillow, worshiped by you nightly, awaiting the moment when George could read your answer scrawled on the back.

You must have spent no more than fifteen minutes lying down before you heard the bedroom door slowly open.

“Y/N?” John’s voice found you in the dark “Are ye awake?”

“Yeah, what do you need?” You replied, turning towards the door to find John’s outline against the light that poured in.

“I’m going to run with Paul to his house. Ringo is also going with us to help take the guitars” He completed “You’ll be fine here alone for a few hours?”

Usually when John said he was going to be gone for a few hours, it meant he wouldn’t be back until the next day.

“Of course, Johnny. No problem” You replied, curiosity and hope taking hold of you “Is… George going too?”

“No, he won’t” John replied, unable to know that inside you a thousand fireworks were exploding with happiness “He already went home” John completed.

Oh.

“Well, we’re going then. Goodnight, Y/N” John blew a kiss in your direction and with a disappointed farewell on your part, he was gone.

The door to the room slammed shut and you were left with all the dead butterflies in your stomach.

Until you heard a loud knock on the front door.

Quickly getting up and running into the living room, you didn’t even remember that you were wearing only one of John’s old shirts until you opened the door and saw who was behind her.

George entered the room quickly, dodging you and fleeing the heavy rain outside. He laughed and mumbled while you watched him in the dark.

“George?” You asked, as you locked the door “Wh… what happened?”

“John’s gone, isn’t he?” You turned on the light and had to control the heat in your face when you saw that George had taken off his shirt and was trying to dry his hair with it.

He was standing in the living room and had a goofy smile on his lips, almost worried “I thought… we could use this time to talk, y'know, instead of the notes.”

You offered to get him a dry shirt while he controlled himself as much as possible not to cry at the sight of your long, bare legs. Almost a forbidden sight.

George quickly formed a pile of wet clothes in the corner of your room, while you distracted yourself in the dark trying not to imagine George’s warm body just a few feet away.

He was now wearing a blue shirt, his wet hair left little drops of water to mark the fabric near his shoulder, and he was intensely grateful for the dry clothes.

“The rain is so cold I was afraid I’d never feel me hands again” George whispered as you felt the bed give under his weight “See how cold they are.”

Before you could object, George’s icy hands slid over your thighs, making you jump, eliciting a loud laugh from him, not even trying to apologize.

Before you knew it, you and George were sharing a hot cup of tea in your room. The walls were eventually lit by a stray thunder and you had little glimpses of George, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. The conversation between you two was confortable, and George made you laugh as easily as rain seemed to fall from the sky that night.

You were grateful that the lights were still off when he set the cup on the floor and quickly approached you in the bed.

“Y/N, I…” George was arranging his body in an attempt to get as close as possible. It was like you could feel the weight of his gaze, even in the dark “I… do you remember that note? The last one? Did you read it?”

George’s voice was unsteady for the first time that night. He couldn’t imagine that every night you reached your fingers under your pillow, just to feel the fold of paper gently placed there, wishing to heavens that George would go to sleep knowing how much you loved him, how much you wanted him around.

George reached across the blanket for your skin and found your hand, still warm from the cup of tea “Y/N?”

Before you could respond, the sound of paper being unfolded filled the shy space between you and George.

“Something in the way you smile makes me feel like I don’t need anything else. I love you, and I wish more than anything that one day you could be mine in the same way I am yours.”

George remember every word of that note, but hearing them in your voice made him shiver in the dark.

“I read it, Georgie” You continued “Actually, I read it every day since the moment you put it in my hand.”

George’s forehead sought yours, his hand gently stroked the back of your neck. He was so close now that the dim glow from the window was able to light up his dark eyes.

“I… I waited for an answer, y'know. Every time I saw you pass I waited for a sign that…” His hand moved to caress your face as you closed your eyes and just focused in George’s warm breath “… that you felt that way too.”

Without even having to check the back of the note, you recited the words you’ve lived by for so many years:

“There isn’t a part of me that isn’t yours. Not even the smallest of them, not even the most insignificant. I love you the same as the sun loves the sky, and I’ll love you long after he’s gone.”

It took George a few seconds to realize what you had said. He lifted his forehead from yours and the fingers that had once caressed your cheeks dropped heavily into his lap as if he’d forgotten for a moment how to support their weight.

You searched George’s face in the dark and, letting your hands get lost on the boy’s shoulder, you whispered practically with your lips glued to his “I love you George, I love you too.”

It was as if the words served as a trigger for the boy.

His hands quickly pulled you against him on the bed, positioning himself under your legs. Your hands gladly got lost in George’s damp hair as his mouth sank into yours, so hot you could be easily kissing the sun itself.

You immersed yourself in an uncontrolled kiss, a kiss that carried the weight of an old and impossible love. George’s hands felt every free piece of your body and you, in George’s ears, returned with the most beautiful music he had ever created.

The rain outside seemed to feel like it was time to retreat. Moonlight flooded your room, giving you glimpses of George’s body above yours, the blue shirt already forgotten under the covers many hours ago.

“I can’t get enough of you, Y/N” He whispered, gently brushing his lips close to your ear “I’ll never get enough of you.”

You projected yourself on top of George this time, causing him to be underneath you “I’m yours to have whenever you want.”

The smile on George’s face quickly turned into a look of even more lust as you gently nibbled his neck.

With no concern for John or anything else, before the sun could even break over the gray horizon, you were resting against George’s bare chest on the bed. He was sleeping peacefully as if he knew he was holding everything he needed for life.

As you tried to reach your fingers under the pillow this time, you noticed that George’s long-written note was now lost somewhere on the bed.

You didn’t worry about it, though. Your fingers drew back against George’s chest and, joining his steady breathing, you knew you’d never need a piece of paper again to remind you that he was all yours.

Queen/BoRhap writing prompts!

These can be used for any fandom but I had both Queenandthe Beatles in mind while writing these. This is my first time doing this but I figured if I’m not going to write a fic why not help others out! I hope these aren’t crappy, oops.

1. “Why are your lips so god damn soft”

2. “You’re such a tease”

3. “You’re hot when you’re mad”

4. “Stop blushing so much people are gonna start wondering”

5. “What if (band members/persons name) walks in”

6. “Turn on the lights I want to see your face”

7. “Why would he write a song about me”

8. “It’ll be our little secret”

9. “Tell me how does one dance so badly”

10. “Cause I love you.” “Yah?” “Yah yah.” [that was so bad and cheesy]

11. “We are at an important dinner we can’t just leave”

12. “I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare”

13. “Pinky promise”

14. “You have horrible taste in music”

15. “Shirts have buttons for a reason”

16. “Take a picture it’ll last longer”

17 “If I’m that bad then come teach me”

18. “That skirt’s awfully short”

19. “Quiet down someone is going to hear us”

20. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute”

-I’ll be making more of these for sure but this was my first time making a prompt list and I don’t really know if I did it right but eh. Also sorry that they’re bad I’m just not that creative, oof. (sorry that it’s so short I’ll try and make some longers lists but for my first one this should be good-ish)

Tough Guy

Recommendation:@riverxxxo I’m so sorry it took this long, I had to take care of some other stuff before I could get to you. Anyway, hopefully this is what you were thinking, but I know this wasn’t your only idea, so if this one wasn’t quite what you were thinking or if you still want me to try the other one, just tell me.

Summary: reader comforts George after he gets a black eye.

“George, stay still!” You nag for probably the fifth time, putting your free hand on the back of his head to steady it so he won’t pull away again. Bunched up in your other hand is a faded white cloth you had soaked in cool water from the tap, and he winces each time you try to dab it on the small cut just beneath his eye. “I need to clean it before you can put ice on it,”

“George, stay still!” You nag for probably the fifth time, putting your free hand on the back of his head to steady it so he won’t pull away again. Bunched up in your other hand is a faded white cloth you had soaked in cool water from the tap, and he winces each time you try to dab it on the small cut just beneath his eye. “I need to clean it before you can put ice on it,”

When the cut is finally clean, you lean back to examine his face before picking up the frozen bag of peas you had set down beside you.

“How do I look?” He asks in a mockingly tough tone, raising one eyebrow and then wincing at the soreness. You chuckle, and put a hand to the side of his face.

“Hmm, it’s gonna swell,” you say. He huffs a disappointed sigh as you hand him a small mirror that had been sitting on your dresser. He holds it up to his face and examines his eye, already shifting from the sunken, white complexion to a puffy, darker one. You expected that that eye of his would turn every colour of the rainbow before the bruise finally faded away. He turns his face every which way, carefully inspecting his eye and the small red cut below it. He doesn’t seem impressed.

“Makes me look tough, don’t ya think?” He asks in a purposefully low, husky voice. You can’t help but burst out in laughter, and before long he’s giggling along with you. You shake your head with a smile and push the bag of peas into his hand, and he gingerly holds it up to his face.

“Y’know, that was pretty brave of you,” you admit. “defending your friend like that,”

He shrugs shyly with a proud, yet still modest smile.

After a moment, he takes the bag from his face (the swelling had gone the slightest bit down, but the colour was still steadily darkening, as you had expected) to look directly at you, one eye deep and filled with love, the other swollen half-shut.

“Thanks for takin’ care of me,” he says with a crooked half-smile. You break out in a humble grin, which only makes his smile grow wider.

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