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turquoisenintendo64 · 19 days

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Love Comes to Everyone !

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in which: a daughter of aphrodite is camp half-blood’s matchmaker, but can’t seem to find someone for herself.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader

part 2

inspired by “Love Comes to Everyone” by George Harrison :)

warnings: use of y/n, there is no such thing as forbidden children, percy has a little half-sister, pipabeth implied

a/n: part 1 of the song inspired blurbs!! i’ll make more for my babies ehehehe, will probably make this a two shot. also this is terrible but anyway kinda cute

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“the date went fantastic!” daliah, a girl from the demeter cabin, told you, while you were eating some strawberries she brought you.

“i’m glad,” you smiled.

before the end of the week, you have set up two couples: daliah and fred, a boy from the hephaestus cabin, and emma and sasha, two unclaimed girls.

you really hoped emma and sasha weren’t sisters, that would be quite unfortunate.

“i’m sure all of your relationships went really well.”

and here we go again.

since you are a daughter of the goddess of love, people tend to assume you are a heartbreaker, maneater, and many other words not as friendly.

but the truth is you aren’t. in fact, you’ve never had a real boyfriend.

only boys who had invited you to their cabins to hangout, but you never ended up liking them enough to date them.

“oh, yeah! super well,” you lied.

you hated to admit it, but there was nothing you wanted more than to be loved. to have someone to be completely enamoured by you, admire you, listen to you, be someone’s priority. but you could never seem to find it.

some of your sisters tell you to just charm-speak your way into some boy’s heart, but that’s not real love, and you want real love.

you had love in your life, though. you loved your friends, and they loved you just as much.

“it takes time,” you heard a masculine voice next to you.

you snapped back to reality and found percy sitting next to you. when did daliah leave?

“what?”

“love,” he said.

to be honest, you were a little bit surprised by him talking to you all of a sudden.

you and percy aren’t exactly friends; he is best friends with annabeth, and you are too, sonit was inevitable for you two to meet and have a conversation once or twice.

“yeah, i know.” you nodded. “it sucks though, being able to set up a lot of people but not being able to do that for myself.”

“we all have someone, you just have to find it,” he got up, and after a sigh, he said “and who knows? maybe he is closer than you think.” and walked away.

trust me, if he was close, i’d know, you thought, but… maybe you wouldn’t know.

you knocked the door of the athena cabin, being greeted by a smiling annabeth.

then her smile faded.

“you are late, miss y/l/n.”

you asked her for help with something, yet you were late.

“i know, i know, i’m sorry. i got distracted.” you said, walking inside.

“by what?” she asked, sitting crisscrossed in her bed.

“daliah,” you said, sitting in her bed. “oh and percy.”

she smiled.

“percy?”

“mhm.”

“interesting…” she narrowed her eyes, with her smile still intact.

“interesting? why would it be interesting?”

“nothing. he just never talks to you.” she opened her ancient greek book you asked for, still smiling.

she was an incredibly bad liar, but you decided to ignore that and move on to your study session.

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“so you got sick in the matter of… three hours?” you asked annabeth.

“yes, and it’s” cough cough “really bad.”

you crossed your arms.

will had called you after your study session with annabeth, telling you she went to the infirmary claiming to have the flu.

“if you have it, i probably have it too, then.”

“no. you are totally fine.” she said. you raised an eyebrow.

“right… i will go help my sisters with the decorations in case the new camper is a daughter of aphrodite.”

“wait!” she called. “i promised percy to help him show the new camper around camp.” she explained.

“well if you have the flu, you can’t do that.”

“i know. could you do it for me?” she asked you, with a grin.

you stayed silent for a few seconds. as you weren’t answering, she faked a cough to make her indisposition more believable.

“sure, i’ll help percy.” her grin widened even more.

“thank you so much,” she kissed you in the cheek.

“if i get sick because of you, i will haunt you in your sleep.”

“yeah, yeah, now leave.” she pushed you out of the bed.

you walked out of the infirmary, not before telling will to call you at any minor inconvenience. you didn’t believe annabeth had the flu, but just in case it was true, you wanted to be with her if she got worse.

you saw percy with a little girl holding his hand.

she looked scared, and he was knelt next to her, whispering in her ear.

the little girl smiled and giggled.

“hey,” you greeted.

“hey. mary, this is y/n,” percy introduced you to the little girl, who shyly waved to you. she looked seven or so.

“hello mary, how are you?” you asked, kneeling in front of her, just like percy.

“i miss my mommy,” she confessed, tear stains on her cheeks.

“don’t worry, we’ll take care of you,” percy said, stroking her back.

percy got on his feet again, still holding mary’s hand.

he sounded like a tour guide, explaining everything as you walked around camp, adding anecdotes to entertain mary.

“that is the ares cabin,” he pointed to cabin 5, “but don’t get too close; they might bite you.” mary chuckled as percy tickled her.

he was good with kids.

gods, he was good with kids.

this guy was perfect and you didn’t even notice.

“this is y/n’s cabin, the aphrodite cabin,” he explained. he glanced at you before speaking again. “goddess of love and beauty. it’s not hard to believe she is y/n’s mom, right?”

you blushed. he was good with kids and lowkey bad at flirting. all you could ever ask for in a man.

“your mom is the goddess of beauty?” mary asked you, eyes shining with curiosity and innocence.

you nodded, “you can come to my cabin whenever you want, and i can dress you like a princess.” you told her, smiling.

“yes! i want to be a princess!”

you and percy laughed. he looked at you, but you didn’t notice.

now, he explained the hardest part. the whole ‘you could wait your whole life to be claimed’ thing. mary’s lower lip shivered, and it made you want to cry in the spot.

“so you don’t know who my dad is?” she asked. you and percy shared a concerned look.

“no. but i’m sure he will claim you soon, and when he does, we will introduce you to your brothers and sisters, okay?” you told her, reassuringly caressing her cheek.

“okay,” she said, smiling again, “you are my new best friends.”

you walked her to the hermes cabin, and stayed with her until she was comfortable with the other campers that resided there.

it was quite late, almost dinner time, exactly.

percy walked you to your cabin, and you stayed in the doorway a few minutes talking about mary.

“maybe she’s a daughter of apollo,” he suggested. “she’s really energetic.”

“well, duh, we all are. ADHD.”

“right,” he chuckled. “demeter, maybe? she seemed really interested in the strawberry fields.”

“well, she screamed when she saw a ladybug so i don’t think so.”

you heard someone calling for percy, and you cursed mentally.

“i have to… uh… leave.” he said, almost hesitantly.

he walked down the stairs of the cabin’s porch, facing you.

“i’ll see you at the campfire,” he said, with an awkward smile.

you smiled and waved. for some reason, you couldn’t let out any words.

you walked in your cabin, and threw yourself in your bed.

you didn’t notice annabeth and your sister piper in piper’s bed next to yours.

“how was your night, lovergirl?” annabeth asked you.

“didn’t you have the flu?” you asked, face buried in your pillows.

“i’m better.”

“i hope will gave you the plague,” she rolled her eyes.

you sat down in your bed, looking at them.

“percy is a good friend.”

“we know.”

“he’s kind.”

“we know.”

“he’s funny.”

“we know.”

“he’s kinda smart.”

“kinda. we know.”

“super bad at flirting.”

“we know.”

“good with kids.”

“we know.”

“and handsome. dare i say hot.”

“we prefer women, but we know,” annabeth said. piper giggled.

“do you guys think he could-“

“he does like you, y/n.” piper said.

“don’t know,” you turned around, laying down.

you heard annabeth and piper’s giggles, then, you heard a whisper.

“i think our lovergirl has found her loverboy.”

“shut up!” you whispered back.

and they laughed harder.

but maybe, just maybe, they were right.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo #pipabeth #piper mclean #annabeth chase #chb #camp half blood #riordanverse #rick riordan

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johnlennonswifey · 10 months

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Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

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THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

#the beatles #the beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #ringo starr x reader #the beatles imagine #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #brian may x reader #john deacon x reader #roger taylor x reader #queen band

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beachylupin · 10 months

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can you pls write a blurb where remus finds you asleep on the couch and it’s all fluffy and cute

thank you for being my first request, anon!! i hope this is kind of what you wanted! word count: 1k warnings: besides the mention of curling up and dying in the third sentence there really aren't any warnings, remus being cute, domestic fluff (??)

Dozed Off || Remus Lupin x Reader

Work today was hard. The customers were rude, your boss was a dick, and you didn’t make anything for tips. You just wanted to go home, curl up, and die.

But you couldn’t. That isn’t the way the world works. As soon as you got home, you had to unload groceries, shower, and start dinner so that you and Remus could eat when he got home from work. That’s how it always was when he woke up early to work at the factory: he would shower while you cooked so that you could both be clean and fed before you’d both pass out from exhaustion, whether it be on the couch or your bed.

You toed off your shoes at your front door and sighed, taking in the unkempt flat.

The two of you had been especially busy lately. With Harry’s birthday coming up, you both had taken extra shifts to get him something special.

“We need to get him something that will top whatever ridiculous thing that Pads is getting him,” Remus mentioned a few months ago. “Something that makes the ickle lad go ‘Wow!’”

The two of you had also been helping James and Lily plan a party for the tot since it fell on the day after the full moon, and Remus wouldn’t be up to much of anything on that specific day besides attending the party and sitting down.

Your flat had been nearly abandoned because of it. It was used for eating and sleeping; none of the normal shenanigans that you and Remus got up to. Dishes were piling up, clothes were strewn everywhere, and every flat surface had been decorated with things that didn’t belong on them.

You looked at your couch longingly. Glancing at the time, you figured it wouldn’t do any harm to just sit for a few minutes. You desperately needed to rest your aching feet.

Giving in, you tossed the groceries on the kitchen counter then plodded your way to the couch, falling on it when your shins met the deck. It felt softer than ever before, and the worn brown leather sucked you in, determined to make you stay.

Remus sighed, trudging his way up the stairs to the flat. He was actually in a good mood, which was a nice change of pace for him. Good moods nowadays were few and far between since he was nearly always at work or asleep: not spending nearly enough time with you.

As he approached the door, he noticed the stark silence coming from the flat. When you were cooking, you were usually blasting whatever artist you were in the mood for that day. Sometimes, Bowie could be heard crooning all the way down the hall, while other days, George Harrison kept you company as you bent over the hot stove.

But today, there was nothing, which either meant one of three things. One: you were finally using the tape deck Remus had gotten you for your birthday. Two: you were angry. Or three, and worst of all: you weren’t home yet.

Preparing for option two or three, he opened the door quietly, slipping inside, and pushing it shut without a click.

“Love?” He called as he took his shoes off, noticing yours on the mat. He glanced toward the kitchen, seeing nothing except a bare stove and the bag of untouched groceries. “You alright?” He asked apprehensively. When he got nothing in return, he immediately knew it was option two. Not the worst, but definitely not the best.

“Whatever Dick said to you today doesn’t matter,” Remus said, peering down the small hallway to try and hear any noise. Both doors were open, meaning you weren’t in the shower. The bedroom was the next possible place you could be in your small flat.

“You know that guy lives up to his name. You’re home now, love. Everyone here adores you,” he said into the open bedroom. He peeked his head inside, seeing nothing.

Eyebrows furrowed, he backtracked down the hallway.

That’s when Remus found you: small puffs of air leaving your parted lips, eyes gently closed, looking as peaceful as ever still in your apron from work.

His heart clenched at the sight. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you as softly as he could. Remus pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead then tiptoed away, letting you rest.

“Baby,” Remus cooed, lightly pushing your hair off your forehead, watching your eyes flutter slightly open. “You want to shower while dinner cooks?”

You hummed at the scent of his aftershave. “Time ‘s it?”

Even through bleary eyes, Remus looked good. He had freshly shaved, leaving his face smooth. His hair was slightly wet, showing off the natural waves in his sandy blond hair. He lost his normal sweater and slacks for just a white t-shirt and sweats.

“Uhhh…” Remus looked over his shoulder at the clock on the stove. “Seven.”

“Seven?!” Your eyes flew open as you sat straight up. “Shit! Dinner!” You groaned, your hands meeting your face in frustration. “I’m so sorry, Rem. I didn’t mean to doze off, and I-”

“Hey, hey,” he said, grabbing your shoulders lightly. When you met his eyes, he smiled. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I know, but-” You looked around him, noticing how clean the flat was. “Remus. You worked today! I was supposed to do that!”

He scoffed, pushing his damp hair off his forehead. “You worked too! It’s okay to let me do things sometimes, love. We’re a team.”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping forward. “I just feel bad.”

Remus rolled his eyes playfully, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Well, go shower, okay? We’ll eat dinner after, and then, I’ll figure out a way to make you feel so much better.” He kissed your lips firmly, pulling away to leave you breathless. He kissed your cheek, then nipped your jaw lightly.

“I love you,” you said, now cupping his face in your hands before he could go any further. “You know that, right?”

Remus smiled. “I know. I love you more.” He kissed you again before pulling away, leaning in so that his breath tickled your ear. “Now, go shower before dinner is burnt, and I have to eat you.”

#answered ask #remus lupin #marauders era #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fic #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin drabble

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deathbecomesthem · 2 months

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 300 Words - A blurb from the No Shelter universe

“Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover.”

The music is in your shared imagination, but the words are being sung low and soft in your ear while he holds you close. He hums the tune, swaying your bodies to the song in your heads. You giggle into the soft cotton of his shirt, giddy from the day’s events.

“Something in the way she woo-oos me.”

His voice is still quiet, but the feeling behind the words are thunderous. Your laughter dies in your throat, and you feel tears welling in your eyes. You’re so full right now, in his arms. You’re intoxicated with joy, overwhelmed by his scent and his sound.

“Somewhere in her smile she knows that I don't need no other lover.”

Eddie’s arms squeeze you tighter, and you hear that his words are damp. You extricate your face from his chest to look up and see his tear filled eyes. Your hand cups his face, and he rests his cheek. He’s held by you, while you both let go of the emotions. Tear drops running down both faces.

“Eddie, you’re getting emotional singing The Beatles? Baby.” The teasing is hollow, choked out of you on the end of a sob.

“George Harrison, Sugar. He’s more than just a Beatle. It’s our first dance.” Eddie hums low in his chest, pulling you close, and you bury yourself in his chest.

It is your first dance, the two of you alone in your new apartment. Your new life starts at that quick courthouse ceremony with your sweet boys as witnesses, and a honeymoon at home. No more than a single room with a bed and a kitchenette. It’s home, because he’s here. Eddie will always be your home.

“Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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In a Past Life | SFK

Word Count: 450

[Content warnings: none!! This is simply a fluffy little blurb!]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

You were sitting at your desk, working out your daily planner for the next few months. George Harrison’s album All Things Must Pass spinning on your record player. Light was pouring through the window in front of your desk and the candle your boyfriend gifted you was burning, filling the room with scents of cedar and magnolia.

You were writing your plans for this month when you heard a bit of a thud and someone’s footsteps scattering across the floor. Turning around in your chair, your eyes were met with your boyfriend, phone in hand while leaning on the doorframe.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, taking in his slightly disheveled, but excited appearance.

“So I just saw this video saying that your moles or dark freckles are where the love of your life kissed you the most in your past life,” Sam replied as he walked towards you, his phone in hand and facing you. He gave you the phone and pressed play. He was now standing behind you, his hands finding your shoulders, rubbing your shoulders and making their way down to the sides of your arms.

The two of you watched the tiktok video that described what he was just telling you; like he said, the video talked about your moles represent where your true love kissed you the most in your past life.

You knew exactly why he was showing you this video. Sam’s face and body had moles and freckles placed delicately on his skin. He has expressed his prior insecurities with having so many spots on his body, but you were always fascinated by the beautiful marks and not a day goes by that you don’t show him how much you love them.

Your eyes and lips were specifically drawn to the spots on his cheek and his torso. You couldn’t help yourself from placing soft kisses on the marks when you saw them. Sam was always flustered when you showed extra love to parts and pieces he was insecure about…blushing at the thought of you loving every part of him wholly and completely.

“That’s kind of neat, huh?” he looked at you with wide eyes and his goofy smile.

“That is, Sammy! That’s very cool,” you replied, returning his smile and getting out of your chair. You wrapped your arms around him, your lips instinctively brushing against the moles on his cheek. He let out a little sigh of relief in response, practically melting into your touch.

“So I guess this is confirmation that you were, are, and always will be the love of my life…no matter what life we’re in, we’re together,” he said, fingers finding your chin, bringing your lips to his.

#sam kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sammy kiszka fanfiction #sammy gvf #greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fanfiction #sam kiszka fluff #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fluff

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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Can we get a blurb about Gigi’s first birthday? 💕

You have it at the flat for her first birthday. It’s low key but loud. You put up streamers and get loads of balloons. Matty prats about with the helium machine and when the guys come they join in and you call them big kids. Gigi giggles whenever Matty puts a cone party hat on someone so from then on they aren’t allowed to take them off and if they do Matty puts another one on them. George ends up with three on, strapped under his chin and pointing out from all angles.

Charli plays peekaboo with Gigi and Mila, Harrison and Adam’s son help her un wrap her presents and then run around chasing each other, hopped up on sugar. They try to get Gigi to do pass the parcel with the other kids but she’s a bit too small and ends up on Ross’ lap pulling his beard. You, your manager, Charli and Carly sip tea in one corner, watch the kids play and the chaos unfold. At one point Matty scoops up his daughter, holds him above his head and says “stop getting big! Stop getting big!”

Matty buys a big cake with strawberries and swirls of cream and a big number one candle and helps her blow it out when she can’t do it. He sings happy birthday to her acoustic on the guitar and then he plays it to her again when she is sleeping later, cake wiped clean off her face and passed out in the crib.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes

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uglypastels · 1 year

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Spotify Wrapped Blurb Event 2022!

It's that time of the year again! Where I get to out my all yearly listening habits for the sake of your literary entertainment in the shape of song-inspired blurbs!!

First of, before we get into the list, a little housekeeping:

I really do not want this to flop so please interact with the post. Like, comment but most of all, please reblog it so more people can participate.

To participate: send me an ask with a fic request with a song of my Spotify Wrapped list.

The request can be just the character you want me to write for + the song title, or a whole prompt you want me to include. Up to you. It is possible I will interpret the song differently in the fic than you would want, so please be specific if you have any specific ideas in mind

MINORS DO NOT REQUEST SMUT

I'm thinking of writing for more than just Eddie Munson, so expanding the horizon to other Stranger Things characters (minus the kids).

Maybe even other fandoms? but those that I am familiar with, of course. I want to do your request justice <3

Do remember that I am a person and have my limits and comforts, and do have the right to refuse to write your request, but that is never my goal. So let's keep it nice - check the guidelines, to be sure! And send an ask with any other questions or comments youight have about this whole thing

DO NOT judge my music taste. I'm sharing this for fun so let's keep it that aight. <3

If you're a writer and want to do a blurb event like this, I deeply encourage it

I will be away this weekend (3-4 December) and have deadlines coming up soon so it might take me a bit of time to post the blurbs but requests are open from the second this post is sent out!

Let's get on with the songs now. Spotify Wrapped list below cut:

Maroon by Taylor Swift

Keep Driving by Harry Styles

Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

Kiwi by Harry Styles

Bejeweled by Taylor Swift

Slow by Airways

Suzie by Jojo Macari

Music For a Sushi Restaurant by Harry Styles

Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Gone by the Station Breaks

Girls & Boys by Blur

Canyon Moon by Harry Styles

Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Left Hand Free by alt-J

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

Young Dumb Thrills by McFly ft. RAT BOY

Going Up The Country by Canned Heat

As It Was by Harry Styles

Karma by Taylor Swift

Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Don't Panic by Molotov Jukebox

Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes

The Great War by Taylor Swift

Dreams by The Cranberries

Carolina by Harry Styles

What I Like About You by The Romantics

Dear Reader by Taylor Swift

People Are Strange by The Doors

Sattelite by Harry Styles

Got My Mind Set On You by George Harrison

You're On Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift

Centerfold by The J. Geils Band

Mrs Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel

Grapejuice by Harry Styles

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift

Beautiful Mess by Left on Laurel

Echoes by The Rapture

We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel

Snow On The Beach by Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey

American Pie by Don McLean

The Joker by Steve Miller Band

All Summer Long by Kid Rock

Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival

More Than A Feeling by Boston

Bigger Than The Whole Sky by Taylor Swift

Twist and Shout by the Beatles

There She Goes by The La's

MMMBop by Hanson

Paris by Taylor Swift

You Make My Dreams (Come True) by Hall & Oates

One Way Or Another by Blondie

Chateau by Djo

Glitch by Taylor Swift

Blister In The Sun by Violent Femmes

Kids In America by Kim Wilde

Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift

Venus by Shocking Blue

Stuck In the Middle of You by Stealers Wheel

Golden by Harry Styles

Mastermind by Taylor Swift

Crocodile Rock by Elton John

Weapon Of Choice by Fatboy Slim

Son of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield

High Infidelity by Taylor Swift

Daydreaming by Harry Styles

Fever by The Cramps

Over the Rainbow by Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole

Question...? by Taylor Swift

Sugar, Sugar by Taylor Swift

I Want You Back by the Jackson 5

Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond

invisible string by Taylor Swift

Daylight by Harry Styles

Footloose by Kenny Loggins

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Love Story (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Happy Together by the Turtles

Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams

Oh My God by Adele

Style by Taylor Swift

I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick

Dang! by Mac Miller ft. Anderson .Paak

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

no body, no crime by Taylor Swift

Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Cinema by Harry Styles

the last great american dynasty by Taylor Swift

Groove is in the Heart by Deee-lite

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood & The Destroyers

Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins

Dreaming by Blondie

Lie To Me by The Mots Nouveaux

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers

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cherry-velvet-skies · 2 years

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Cherry's Masterlist

(Updated as of 3/14/24)

Welcome! ❤ I'm Cherry and I write stuff 😁

Below you will find a neatly filed compilation of who I write for and what I have written for them! As well as my rules and regulations before requesting anything (Ask Box is always open! 🥰)

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♡ = Fluff

☆ = Angst

♤ = Smut/Suggestive

Blurbs = Italic / Full Fics = Bold

T H E B E A T L E S

George Harrison

Strawberry Lemonade ♡♤ - 1971 era; Reader hires George as a gardener and quickly falls in love with him

Marigolds In The Porch Lights ♡☆♤ - 1971 era; SEQUEL TO STRAWBERRY LEMONADE; George and Reader finally have their time together

Within You, Without You ♡☆♤ - 1967 era; You need to find a way to relax, and George offers to be your guide through tantral meditation

Please Don’t Be Long ♡ (Coming Soon!)

Give It To Me Easy ♤ (Coming Soon!)

Era Ratings

Ringo Starr

Era Ratings

John Lennon

Era Ratings

Paul McCartney

Feeling Two - Foot Small ♡☆ - Takes place in the Help! movie universe; Reader wonders what it's like to be small, gets their wish, and meets a tiny Paul along the way

Era Ratings

M Å N E S K I N

Thomas Raggi

Sleepy Stitches ♡☆ - Thommy can't sleep so he works on one of Reader's art projects until he falls asleep

Opera House ☆♤

Damiano David

Young and Beautiful ♡☆♤ - Reader has slight body image issues, and Photographer!Dami suggests doing a nude photoshoot to help Reader see how beautiful they are

Ethan Torchio

Muse ♡ - Painter!Ethan creates a masterpiece using makeup products, and Reader's face is the canvas

Victoria De Angelis

TBA

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Rules and Regulations

Have a request you want me to fulfill? Wonderful! Here's what you need to know before sending it in:

What I write:

Fluff and Angst are my specialties! I can do smut, but I'm starting slowly with that lol

I also don't do ship fics. Sorry, just not my thing. All my material is Reader Insert, and will be written in gender neutral style by default.

Want the reader to be a specific gender/sexuality? Put it in the ask and I'll do my best! 😊

Who I write for:

As of now, Måneskin and The Beatles are my main muses 🥰

Have an idea in mind for another person? Don't hesitate to ask! There are a few other fandoms I've dabbled with in the past, so if I know enough about them, I might be able to do it!

Other than what I've mentioned, the sky is the limit! Hopefully the writing aspect of this blog will give me more motivation to dedicate my time to do what I love most, and I look forward to hearing your requests! 🥰

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ritzcrackee · 1 year

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my current summer tbr! rambling under the cut

Free Fall

"When an influential lawyer is murdered miles above the earth's surface, Captain of Detectives Rick Harrison reluctantly accepts the case. Harrison quickly finds himself at the center of a deepening conspiracy. Why did the killer use a mining laser, an unwieldy weapon? What is the connection between the victim and the powerful anti-android lobby? And the toughest question Harrison never expected to ask: what defines humanity?"

tbh? not hyped for this one. i bought it in a state of rushed delirium and i'm 99% sure i'll get 20 pages in then never touch it again. we'll see though

Sharp Objects

"Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the murders of two pre- teen girls. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed in her old bedroom in her family's Victorian mansion, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Dogged by her own demons, she must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story-and survive this homecoming."

i absolutely am extremely hyped for this book!! it looks like it's really similar to big little lies, which i really liked. v v excited

Snow in Summer

"Summer's life in the mountains of West Virginia is far from the fairy tale it once was. Not long ago she sang songs and danced with her mother and father, her cousin Nancy doted on her, and she had a new baby brother on the way. But the baby died soon after birth, taking their mother with him and turning Summer's life grim. Now things are getting even worse as her father falls under the spell of a woman who brings potions and magical mirrors into Summer's world. Stepmama puts on a pretty face, but Summer suspects she's up to no good-and is afraid she may be powerless to stop her."

i mostly got this to fill the neverafter shaped hole in my heart </3. and bcus i know i'm going to get tired of ya/adult books soon lmao

Afrofuturism

"In this hip, accessible primer to the music, literature, and art of Afrofutur sm, author Ytasha Womack introduces readers to the burgeoning community of artists creating Afrofuturist works, the innovators from the past, and the wide range of subjects they explore. From the sci-fi literature of Samuel Delany, Octavia Butler, and N. K. Jemisin to the musical cosmos of Sun Ra, George Clinton, and the Black Eyed Peas' will Lam, to the visual and multimedia artists inspired by African Dogon myths and Egyp tian deities, the book's topics range from the "alien" experience of blacks in America to the "wake up" cry that peppers sci-fi literature, sermons. and activism. With a twofold aim to entertain and enlighten, Afrofuturists strive to break down racial, ethnic, and social limitations to empower and free individuals to be themselves."

i've already read like 50 pages of this and it's so interesting so far!! i keep having to switch between it and midnight sun bcus nonfiction fries my brain @_@ the author is great at keeping ur attention tho!

The Fault In Our Stars

"Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten."

let's go john green!! this is the first book of his i've planned on reading but i've had it reccomended to me a few times. hyped for a romance novel thats actually aimed at my age group lol

Lives of the Saints

ok the blurb for this one literally covers both side sof the sleeve?? and it truly tells you nothing BDJDJ. anyways the writing style reminded me of lemony snicket and it's only 150 pages? it seems fun but we'll see

Ain't Nobody's Business If You Do

"What are consensual crimes? A consensual crime is any activity currently illegal-that does not physically harm the person or property of another. The idea behind this book is simple: As an adult, you should be allowed to do with your person and property whatever you choose, as long as you don't physically harm the person or property of another."

this book is SO large. i mean 817 pages large. it seems like an interesting critique of the justice system, but tbh i just got it to look smart/hold up the clipboard my twilight books r balancing on.

Maus & Maus ||

"Maus is the story of Vladek Spiegelman, a Jewish survivor of Hitler's Europe, and his son, a cartoonist who tries to come to terms with his father, his father's terrifying story, and History itself. Its form, the cartoon (the Nazis are cats, the Jews mice), succeeds perfectly in shocking us out of any lingering sense of familiarity with the events described, approaching, as it does, the unspeakable through the diminutive."

i've been reading a pirated copy of this book and i'm so glad i found the physical copies!! i've already read maus but i read it a while back so i'll probably reread to prepare for the second one. straight up one of my favorite graphic novels so i'm extremely excited.

#books #eurgh

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krispyweiss · 1 year

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Quarter Notes: Blurbs & Briefs from Sound Bites

- In this edition: Leyla McCalla; Jesse Gress; Tommy Emmanuel; and George Harrison

LEYLA MCCALLA MAKES MUSIC ACCESSIBLE: Leyla McCalla will play a series of choose-what-you-pay concerts May 3-5 at New York’s Lincoln Center.

But wait! There’s more!

“I’ll be doing two free shows there on March 2 as well,” the former Carolina Chocolate Drop and current mensch said.

Ticketing info here.

IN MEMORY OF JESSE GRESS: Todd Rundgren’s Spirit of Harmony Foundation has established the Jesse Gress Memorial Fund in honor of Rundgren’s late guitarist, who died Feb. 21.

TOMMY EMMANUEL HAS HELP: Billy Strings, Molly Tuttle, Sierra Hull, Little Feat, Jorma Kaukonen, Michael McDonald, Yasmin Williams, Larry Campbell & Teresa Williams, Jerry Douglas, the Del McCoury Band, Sam Bush and David Grisman are among the accomplices on Tommy Emmanuel’s Accomplice Two, which arrives April 28.

The first single, a cover of Townes Van Zandt’s “White Freight Liner Blues,” features Tuttle and will be released “this week,” Emmanuel said.

GEORGE HARRISON’S BACK CATALOG GETS BACK TO DARK HORSE: George Harrison’s solo catalog will be re-released on his family’s Dark Horse Records, Dhani Harrison said.

The albums will be issued in Spatial Audio on Apple Music alongside “all the custom limited vinyl that we can get away with,” the younger Harrison said in a statement.

2/27/23

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cherry-holland · 2 years

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So I’m sat here writing chapters for TLTWTS, and I am having a major writer’s block, so I figure why not clear that block out with requests??

Send yalls requests away!! It can be a blurb, headcannon, one shot… you choose!!

Here are the characters/people I write for currently/will write for:

Tom Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Peter Parker

Drew Starkey

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Fred and George Weasley

Maurauders Era characters (i.e.: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black)

Neville Longbottom

Ron Weasley

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Harry Styles

If you want a specific person, please feel free to ask!! Also I’m gonna be tagging some awesome people to help boost this 💕 @osterfield-holland-andcompany @stuckonspidey @sunshineperriee @cumholland @thirsttrapholland

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givemequeen · 4 years

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just fuck ; george x reader

i love this photo^ request: Christmas prompt 5 Hehehehe and Sorry, i meant 19. dialogue + 5 prompt with George and 2 prompt with George or Ringo Sorry rest of the boys 😅💖💕💗 prompt; 5: You say you hate one of the boys, after a Christmas party or a small gathering you have to stay the night for being a little drunk. And you spend the night with them. dialogue; 19: "Will you two shut up already! Just fuck so you can get on with your lives! a/n: i’ll do the 2 prompt later x pairing: george x reader summary: after a party on the 24th you end up drunk and have to stay the night at Paul’s but you’re stuck with George in the bed. the next morning you end up disgusted but things change that same night at the next party. warnings: drugs, alcohol, swearing year: 1967 word count: 2075

18th of December

“That git,” you muttered to Mo as you watched George flirting with a journalist. Mo sighed and shooked her head as she downed her drink. “What is it?” you wondered looking at her, another drink on your hand.

“Nothing, yn, nothing. I need to go with Ringo,” she said standing up from her seat and walked across the dance floor leaving you alone to shoot daggers at the youngest Beatle.

“Enjoying yourself? Whatcha looking at yn?” asked Paul as he served another drink for the guests.

“What? Yeah!” you smiled at him and took a sip of the alcoholic refreshment. “Everything’s very nice.” Paul looked behind you and widened his eyes when he saw George shoving his tongue down some girl’s throat.

“Staring at Geo again? You sure you don’t like him?” teased Paul with some seriousness.

“Me? Like George? The same way I like bananas and you know I hate bananas.” you scoffed and crossed your legs.

“If you say so...” Paul said in a sing-song tone. “Well, I need to talk to some guests but make yourself at home love.” he kissed your cheek and left the kitchen. You figured you couldn’t just sit around the whole party doing absolutely nothing except complaining about George. So you hopped off the stool and downed two shots before mingling through the crowd. A song you liked came on and you found yourself dancing with another musician.

You spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing and doing drugs. George was completely out of your mind but something else was. It caused you to stay completely still and face-palm in the middle of the dance floor. “What is it?” asked the musician you were dancing with.

“Nothing, I... I need to talk to Paul, one minute,” you said holding up a finger and stumbling to Paul. He was sat chatting on the couches with someone you didn’t know personally. You plopped down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hey Paulieeeee,” you mumbled drunkenly. “I’m too drunk and high to go home. May I pretty please stay here?” you batter you lashes and laughed at your stupidity.

“Of course princess, do you want to go to bed now?” you shook your head but stopped immediately due to the headache it caused you. “Yeah, better not shake your head too much.” Paul chuckled and kissed your cheek.

“Well, I’m going to go back to... Keith?” you made a face trying to remember who you had been dancing with. Paul laughed and patted your back so you would get up.

“Go have fun yn.” he winked and you smiled before leaving and rejoining whoever you had been dancing with. This time it was Mick Jagger who you had attached yourself to.

“Having fun darling?” he asked eyeing you.

“Yes sir!” you said laughing at your own joke.

“Want to get out of here? Go to a quieter place and take these...” he raised a small zip lock bag of drugs. You focused your eyes on them and nodded. Mick smiled and dragged you to a different room where a couple more people where. You greeted everyone but most were too drugged to even notice your presence.

“Here, take this,” he said placing two pink, round pills on your palm while he took two for himself as well. Mick downed them and you followed, your eyes trained on him as the effect took in. His face started to get deformed making you laugh. Your whole body fell heavy and you collapsed onto him, he caught you and gently laid you down on top of him. His arms went around yours and he caught your hands making waves in front of your face making you giggle. Your head fell back and you reached your his lips after having an overwhelming need to kiss him.

The door opened, normally you wouldn't have looked but something told you to so you pulled yourself from Mick and turned to see who had opened the door. There stood George, you could tell by just his outline, the light coming from the corridor made it hard to see his face but you knew it was him. “Fuck,” you swore regaining some sense. You shook your head as to clear it and attempted to get up.

“Love, wait, where are you going?” Mick said reaching for your hand.

“‘M tired, you were lovely tho.” you reached down to kiss your forehead before leaving but fell on top of him. Laughing loudly, you moved to straddle him. “Bye now,” you repeated properly getting back up. You pushed passed George and went into the first empty room collapsing on the bed. The door opened once more, it was Paul now.

“George told me you were passed out here,” he whispered.

“What? I just left that room,” you said in disbelief.

“That was hours ago, love.” Paul chuckled. “Here are some clothes to change into.” he pointed at a chair in the room you hadn’t noticed.

“Thanks, Paulie, do you have a ciggie?” you asked forcing yourself to sit up.

“Yeah, here you go.” he reached for his back pocket and handed you one along with a lighter

“Is the party over?”

“No.” laughed Paul. “Goodnight though.”

“Thanks Paulie.” you kissed his cheek and watched him leave before you could get changed into just a big t-shirt. You stepped outside to the balcony and overlooked the party going on outside, the music thumping loudly but you hadn’t heard it from inside. You leaned your forearms against the railing and smoked the cig. The door opened again but you didn’t bother looking who it was, probably Paul who had forgotten something.

When you came back into the room, shivering slightly, you saw a figure passed out on the bed. You nudged the man but he simply groaned. “Paul?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“Oh, sorry, nothing.” you weren’t sure it was Paul but you were so tired you didn’t care. Part of you recognised the scent of the man, it was so familiar. You had so many drugs coursing through your system you couldn’t pin it so you gave up. You fell on the bed and passed out.

The next morning you were awakened by the light pouring into the room. There was a heavy arm trapping you from leaving. What had you gotten into? You turned to see who it was and screamed at the sight of George in your bed. “FUCK!” you yelled at the top of your lungs. George sat up straight and looked around.

“WHAT? What is it?” he asked wide awake.

“You! In my bed!” you pointed at him, the bed’s sheets covering your chest.

“What? No! You in my bed!” George complained shaking his head.

“Oh God! Did we...?” you buried your head behind your hands dreading the answer.

“No,” George replied simply as he stepped out of the bed. You sighed happily and fell back.

“Please get out,” you said a little calmer now.

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Paul’s house was scattered with passed out people, drugs and drinks. You tipped toed around the house fully clothed now. George, John and Paul were chatting inside the kitchen. When John noticed you he called you over. Very slowly you entered the room and waved at everyone except for George who was looking the other way.

“Why was he in my bed?” you snapped turning to Paul.

“What?” Paul asked.

“Did you put him there?”

“No! I wouldn’t do that.” he reasoned, you scoffed but John had a grin on his face.

“You guys slept together!” John laughed switching between looking at you and looking at his bandmate. “This is brilliant!”

“We did not sleep together!” you both snapped at the same time.

“Will you two shut up already! Just fuck so you can get on with your lives!” John complained.

“God! I fucking hate him so drop it, John!” you snapped getting angry. For a split second, George looked upset but when you turned around to pick up the stuff you had dropped off, his hurt expression turned into an angry one. He agreed that he felt the same way before you ran out of the house.

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John had invited you to another party, a Christmas one, and you had agreed hoping to resolve the incident and your issues with George. Your mind wouldn’t stop wandering back to his expression, he seemed hurt and that was unlike him. He hated you too, right? Or did he? You spent the days between the party and Christmas thinking about your feud and why it started. You honestly couldn’t remember why and if George had ever even said he dispised you.

You had picked out a white, silk, long dress for the event tonight. There was going to be press there and a designer had made a dress for you inspired by the Golden Age of Hollywood. The fabric hugged your shoulders and had a knot at the back. The body of the dress was tight as well but it released halfway down your thigh. You had paired it with a diamond bracelet, matching earrings, a necklace and a ring. The heels you picked were white as well, the heels long and thin empowering you.

You arrived a little bit later to the party, the gate to John’s home was filled with paparazzi’s snapping photos of you as you waved through the window. Inside his property, it was much calmer. Outside his home, there were a couple of cars dropping off guests and a selected amount of photographers from different newspapers. Your driver opened the door for you and as soon as you stepped out there were dozens of people calling your name.

With a polite smile on your face, you waved once more as you made your way into the Lennon home. John was waiting inside, he was wearing a suit and chatting with his guests but he went over to you when he noticed you. “God yn, you look beautiful.” he complimented spinning you around.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said blushing slightly.

“There’s a bar over there, you know where everything is.” you thanked him before wandering over and ordering a gin tonic. You mingled through the crowd and you sipped on your drink for the first hour of the party. There were people you had to greet and talk to first before you could enjoy yourself. Just as you were wrapping up the conversation with an editor of a magazine you saw George alone in the balcony smoking a cigarette.

You excused yourself and decided it was now or never. The short walk to the sliding glass door seemed to take forever but you found the courage inside of you that you need to open it. George looked back and sighed, ready to get made fun of, when he saw it was you. “Here to make fun of me? What is it going to be now? My hair or my suit?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice breaking. George chuckled slightly and shook his head.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious George, I’ve been a dick to you and I’m sorry. I don’t even know why... Guess I was just jealous.”

“What? Jealous of who?” he finally turned around and stamped out his cigarette. You stepped forward, rubbing your hands together and looking down.

“Of all the girls who you used to go with...” you admitted feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“yn...” George took a step to you and took your hands in his, rubbing them softly. “I’m sorry too, I just wanted your attention and I didn’t know how to get it... I love you.” your head shot up and a smile formed on your face.

“Really?” George nodded in response. “I love you too,” you admitted with a shaky laugh. He smiled and slithered his arms around your back pulling you onto his chest. His hand went up to your face and gently moved a stray lock so he could see you properly, your hands were resting on his chest as you waited for him to kiss you. George finally closed the space between you, leaning down to softly kiss you.

“FINALLY!” yelled John from inside. Paul, Ringo (who were next to him) and John all raised their glasses.

“FUCK OFF!” you and George yelled at the same before turning back to each other laughing.

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lenjaminmccharmly · 5 years

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Injured| George Harrison

AN| Sorry if this is a bit choppy, hope you like it either way. I love writing short cute fluffy one shots, it’s the inner hopeless romantic in me lol

Prompt| Reader is injured and George takes care of you.

Warnings| none, all fluff :)

Word count| ~1200

The pain in my leg was apparent as I awoke. The meds must have worn off, the pain had not been this unbearable the night before. Before I could even open my eyes, I felt a presence at my side.

“Y/N, love, are you awake?” It was George.

He had offered to stay with me while I was bedridden- feeding me, clothing me, cleaning me, the whole shebang. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving me in the hands of someone else.

I say nothing byt groaned in response, the pain syphoning my energy. I felt his weight on the other side of the bed, and then a hand against my forehead, and then his lips. I managed a smile, despite the pain.

“Does it hurt yet?” His voice was low, as though he was trying to be as gentle as possible.

“I can manage.” I knew I sounded like a hurt puppy and could convince no one, yet I felt bad that George had taken such time off from recording to take care of me, I didn’t want to feel like a burden to him.

“Don’t lie to me, hon, I can see you’re in pain. Let me grab some meds.” His weight and heat was gone, and I regretted saying anything.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh light of the sun shining through the bedroom window. It had been a few days since I was discharged from the hospital, yet they all blurred together in the end.

I was a dancer. Was. This wasn’t a simple broken bone easily repaired, a tendon in my leg had completely snapped. The pain was indescribable. And the worst part of it all, it was in the middle of a performance, hundreds of people watching. my career was over, and I couldn’t tell if the physical or emotional pain was worse. That horrible crunching noise still rang in my ears.

The familiar warmth returned at my side. “Hon, can you sit up?” George was still in his pajamas, his hair tousled- he must have slept on the couch.

I pushed myself up so that my back was against the headboard. George handed me a glass of water and two pills. I sipped the water and popped the two pills, grimacing at the chalky taste. “Thank you, George, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Of course, Y/N.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “I gotta be there to take care of my birdie, don’t I?” He smiled down at me, draping his arm across my shoulders. I leaned my head against him, feeling the effects of the painkillers start to kick in. “Love, I’ve ran you a bath, I’m assuming there’s no way you can walk, right?”

“Oh Geo, you didn’t have to-”

“Of course I did, stinky, can’t have you just laying in bed all day, can I? Come on, up up!” He jumped out of bed, his warmth leaving me yet again. “Come on lazy bones!”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, not without causing a shooting pain up my leg. “How do you expect me to get down-?” Before I could even finish my sentence, George scooped me up from the bed, an arm under my knees and another behind my back. I gripped his shoulders, yelping in surprise. “George!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop you. I carried Ritchie around like this yesterday to make sure I could.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the image.

George successfully carried me down the stairs and into the bathroom without hitting my head too many times, and sat me back down on the ground. I gripped his arm for support, lifting my leg up to avoid putting any amount of pressure on it.

“I got you love, don’t worry.” George gripped my arms.

The room was filled with the scent of roses and vanilla. The bath was full of bubbles, candles dotting the room with a soft light.

I felt Georges hand around my waist. “Do you feel okay, love?”

“I’m good, Geo. Thank you for all of this.” My hands were on his shoulders, his muscles firm beneath my hands. I don’t know what I did in my past life that granted me such a gift as him.

He pulled my tee shirt over my head. “My arms aren’t broken, hon, I could do this myself-”

“Shh shh shh, let me help you.” He ignored me, moving down to slide my bottoms off, much more carefully than before. He avoided touch my leg entirely. He put my clothes neatly in a pile off to the side, I suppose to prevent any possibility of slipping.

He offered his arm to me- even though the tub was only a few feet away. “George, I got this. I’m not entirely crippled.” I gave him a reassuring smile, and began to put pressure on my bad leg, only for my knees to nearly buckle. George was there in a second, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

“Are you sure about that?” His statement was sarcastic, but a look of worry was painted upon his face.

I said nothing, but wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder. This was all so frustrating- to go from being strong and independent to helpless and unable to do anything on my own in an instant. I didn’t want to tie George down, though I knew he was there on his own free will.

“It’s okay, darling, let me help you.” His arms slid under my legs again, picking me up and gently setting me down into the bathtub.

The warm water felt nice, relieving the stress of my strained muscles. George ran a hand through my hair, untangling knots as he went, gently pouring water from a cup over my scalp. He massaged shampoo into my hair, the whole experience lulling me into more calm state. For a moment I could just let it all go… but the thought was inevitable, hanging over me like a dark cloud.

“Geo…. I don’t know what I’m going to do..”

“Y/N,” he cut me off, “whatever you do, you’re going to be fantastic. This is just a little hiccup in your career, that’s all. The world isn’t ending, you have your whole life ahead of you, and I’m going to be here to make sure of it.” He placed his hands on either side of my face, pressing his lips to mine so passionately, I knew he meant what he said.

I broke away, resting my forehead against his, our noses brushing together. “George, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Forever.”

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mouse507 · 5 years

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hi love! can i have anything very soft with george, like him taking care of you when you are really really sad? ily!! ~ billie

Aw this was cute kind of a trigger warning, talk of depression.

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You walked home, so many emotions running through you. Walking home from your job, you were fired from your job as a bartender. It was completely bullshit, your boss had fired you to hire one of their friends. They saw you as the "the least valuable employee, I mean all you do is make drinks, anyone can do that!" The words of your boss running through you're head. You finally felt like you didn't matter again, hot tears ran down your face. You opened the door to your shared apartment and slammed it as soon as you walked it. Your boss was right, you weren't valuable, and anyone could replace you.

It had been so long since you had felt worthless and without hope. Your boyfriend was immediately startled by your violent rage with the door, and stood up to find you. You locked yourself in the bathroom, words flowing through your head like "useless", "worthless", "undeserving". You told yourself that you were unhappy, because only people who matter deserve happiness. You were snapped from your episode on the bathroom floor, to George knocking on the door. "Hey love, everything alright? You're home early what happened?" He asked. You opened the door and began running your mouth, like an engine in a car that was just filled with gas.

"It was such bullshit!" You started, you ran around your apartment crying and yelling about your shit day at work. In the middle of your ranting George held your shoulders, and pulled you into a tight hug. You were shock at what he'd done, all you could do was cry,he held you close to his chest. As you sobbed into him "Love you listen to me, " he pulled you back and looked down at you "I love you, don't you ever forget that. Those people who work with you are all arses, and their opinion doesn't matter. But you, you matter love. Fuck them." He said. You were sweating, your face was red, and you hair a matted mess from running your hands through, and pulling in it in frustration.

He pulled you into him,"You matter my love, you matter to me." You clung onto him hard, and calmed down while standing in the hallway wrapped in his arms. The rest of the day was about making you happy, making your favorite food, and watching your favorite movies, and staying cuddled up all night. Telling you how much he loved you, and how you were your own person, and that you were so strong. He made you felt safe, before you fell asleep that night you whispered, "Thank you, thank you so much dear." You kissed him softly as you fell asleep.

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