#gw smut

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carve your name into my bedpost || George Weasley

Title: carve your name into my bedpost  Pairing: George x Reader Summary: George is on the cusp of getting everything he’s ever wanted. His plan has been working swimmingly, and as every day goes by he and his fake fiancé edge closer and closer to being something real. Which is a good thing considering George is running out of time. The season is getting closer and closer, and Coach has finally made a decision about the next Captain of the team. George is either about to have it all, the girl and the career he’s been working towards; or he’ll be left broken hearted. Only time can tell. Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI! This includes vagina; sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk and begging. A/N: yay here it is! The next part of hockey!george. I love him so much I’m not ready for him to be over! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated <3

-

When George wakes up the next morning Y/N is still in his arms and he’s never felt more at peace. He presses his nose to the top of her head and his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep inhale of the floral scent of her shampoo. Of course his sheets have started to smell like Y/N, and his shower too, but there’s something so intoxicating about smelling her signature scent straight from the source. 

In high school they somehow managed to convince their parents that allowing them to have sleepovers was safer than them sneaking out to go off and fool around somewhere, and as he pulls Y/N in closer to his chest George is reminded of those simpler times. Back then everything seemed so easy, he was on his way to being one of the top draft prospects and he was deeply in love with the woman he knew was his forever. He never in his wildest dreams could have imagined that he and Y/N didn’t make it, and now the only reason why she’s in his bed is because of some plan he cooked up that requires her to be his fake fiancé.

No, back then George imagined that by now they would be married, with at least one child and a dog to keep an eye on them while he’s out on the road. After he made that stupid mistake and ended things with Y/N all George’s dreams of a wife and kids flew out the window. If he couldn’t have that future with her he had no interest in it. 

Now that he’s got her back in his life? He’s not stopping until they’re living the life they always dreamed of. Having her in his arms only solidifies how much he still loves her and how much he needs to have her in his life permanently. 

Because this apartment never really felt like home until he had Y/N to share it with. 

She starts to wake then, and George squeezes her waist and presses a kiss to her forehead. 

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still gravely from sleep.

Y/N lets out a sleepy grunt and burrows her face deeper into George’s neck. “Morning,” she mumbles into his skin. 

One of George’s hands sneaks up her back, fingers trailing against her skin lightly as they move. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are tangled in the hair on the back of her head, nails gently scratching at her scalp. A shiver rolls down his spine when she moans, and George wants to bottle that sound up to take with him on the road. 

“We’re both off of work today,” he starts, kissing the top of her head. “And we don’t have any plans until the team dinner tonight at Coach’s, which means we’ve got the whole day to ourselves. What do you wanna do?”

She lets out a hum, her lips pressing a kiss to George’s skin. “Doesn’t matter to me, as long as we do it together.”

Today and everyday until the end of time, George promises silently. 

-

They ended up barely even leaving the bedroom. After staying cuddled together until the sound of Y/N’s grumbling stomach got too loud to ignore, George slipped out of bed to make them breakfast which they ate together under the covers. Once they were done Y/N picked her book up off of the night stand, so George grabbed his playbook and they just sat there together, silently reading. Once it was time for lunch they finally got up, but they only made it as far as the living room. They ordered from a place down the block and they ate together on the couch while watching a movie.

It wasn’t until they had to start getting ready for dinner did they separate, not that either of them really wanted to. 

In fact they’ve just walked into Coach Morris’ house and Y/N is already counting down the seconds until they can go home and cuddle in bed. She’d even been tempted to ask George if they really needed to come tonight, but she knows this means a lot to him and she’s actually looking forward to spending some more time with his teammates and their partners.

It doesn’t hurt that the dress code is formal and George looks divine in his custom tailored suit. 

George leads them over to where Thomas and Adam are standing with their girlfriends, his arm curled around Y/N’s waist to keep her plastered to his side. 

“Ah look, hockey’s royal couple decided to finally grace us with their presence,” Thomas teases as they approach, earning him a glare from George and a slap on the shoulder from Olivia. 

“Don’t make fun of George just because he did what you’re too much of a pussy to do,” Olivia responds, making them all laugh at the flush coats over Thomas’ cheeks. 

“We never even asked last night,” Jenny starts, taking a sip of her drink. “How did George pop the big question? I bet it was super romantic, we all thought he was such a commitment phobe, but I knew he was a big softie. He just needed the right girl to bring it out.”

Nerves bubble in the pit of George’s stomach, out of all the things they talked about they never constructed a back story on the actual proposal. He spares a quick glance at Y/N, figuring she’ll be scrambling just like him. So he’s surprised to see a smile on her face. 

“It was simple,” Y/N explains, shrugging her shoulders. “But it was perfect. Everything I would have wanted.” She pauses, looking up at George with a bright smile. “He did it at the ice rink where we met when we were six, and where we went on our first date in middle school. Had our first kiss there too. Basically everything important that ever happened to us happened in that ice rink.”

“And it’s where I broke up with her,” George adds, immediately cutting off the aws some of their audience were in the middle of. Apparently Y/N’s story had attracted the attention of others and they now have quite the crowd, including Coach Morris and his wife. “Also known as the biggest fucking mistake I’ve ever made.”

“You were young, and dumb and scared,” Y/N adds, easing George’s discomfort. “It’s also where we saw each other again for the first time in eight years.”

George chuckles as he remembers that moment from a few weeks ago. “Yeah and you ripped into me so hard I would have preferred skating suicides until I threw up.”

“You deserved it,” she responds, making their crowd laugh. “I was mad, but looking at you standing there did nothing but remind me how much I still love you.” The honesty in her voice punches a hole in George’s gut. “So when he told me that I was the only woman in the world he could even imagine wearing his ring? How could I say no?”

When she looks up at him again George can’t help himself and he leans down, kissing her softly. Her left hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and George feels his chest swell with pride at her subtle way of showing off the ring he put there.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Coach’s gruff voice calls out, forcing George to pull away from Y/N’s mouth. “Let’s eat.”

-

While the dinner plates are being cleared away and before dessert is brought out Coach stands up, silently motioning George to follow him out of the room. George sighs, tossing the napkin that was covering his lap onto the table before he leans over to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. 

“Be right back, baby,” he murmurs before standing up and following after Coach Morrison. 

Once the two men have disappeared Olivia is sliding into his empty seat while Jenny and Kate, the wife of one of the defenseman, slide up behind them. When none of the women say anything Y/N shifts her gaze between them. 

“What? You guys are kind of creeping me out.”

Olivia grins, waving away her concern. “Sorry, not our intention. We said it the other night at the bar, but we just wanted to say again how happy we are for you and George.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen him this happy,” Kate adds, briefly squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. “Normally he’d be sitting in a corner pouting at these things. And the way he was looking at you at family skate yesterday? I would have melted if my husband looked at me like that.”

“Really?” Y/N asks, a light blush coating her cheeks. 

Jenny nods in agreement. “And how he watched you tell the story of your engagement? That boy is straight up obsessed with you.”

“Seriously, his heart eyes were so big people on the international space station could have seen them,” Olivia adds. 

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying desperately to quell her pounding heart. Of course she’s felt the shift in her and George’s dynamic over the last week or so, but to have her thoughts confirmed by those around them? It’s validating as fuck. Not only is their plan to convince everyone that they are fake engaged working, but her plan to get George to fall in love with her for real seems to be as well. 

“I can’t even believe that he broke up with you,” Kate says frowning. “Before he said that I thought he’d just been keeping you from us all these years.”

“He was young and dumb,” Y/N explains again, shrugging her shoulders. “And really, I should have fought harder for us. I knew something was wrong, but I just walked away. We’re both to blame for what happened back then.”

“If you ladies are done,” George teases, suddenly appearing behind them. “I’d like to have my fiancé,” he pauses, glaring down at Olivia. “And my seat back.”

With sheepish grins the girls vacate, and Y/N blushes as George sits back down. His arm immediately wraps around her shoulders and she leans in to his touch. 

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough,” George answers with a grin. 

Her blush deepens, and George chuckles as he kisses the side of her head. He knew eavesdropping on their conversation was wrong, but when he came up and heard them talking about him he couldn’t resist. The lines of this fake relationship have been blurred for weeks, and George was not about to pass up an opportunity to find out how Y/N feels about that. 

So to hear that she’s truly forgiven him for what happened back then is like a balm that soothes his soul. There would be no chance he’d get her to fall in love with him again if she still harbored any negative feelings about their past. The fact that she not only has forgiven him, but has taken some of the blame as well can only mean one thing: he’s one step closer to getting what he wants. 

“So what did Coach want?” Y/N asks, desperately wanting to change the conversation. 

“Nothing important,” George answers nonchalantly. “He just wanted to let me know that he’s noticed how much I’ve changed on and off the ice since being with you, and that my effort to step up hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

Before Y/N can ask about the Captain situation a plate with the biggest brownie she’s ever seen is dropped off in front of her. George leans in, and the brush of his lips against her ear sends a shiver down her spine. 

“Now be a good girl and eat your dessert so I can take you home and have you all to myself.”

She immediately digs in, not needing to be told twice. 

-

When she wakes up the next morning George is already gone. But considering tonight is their first preseason game she isn’t surprised. Hockey players have always been superstitious, and George is no exception to that rule. He’d warned her the night before that she wouldn’t see him until after the game tonight, and while Y/N had been disappointed, she understood. With the possibility of being named Captain still up in the air, George’s dedication to the team is more important than ever, and she knows he’s doing everything in his power to step up and be a role model for the others. 

Thankfully she has a full day of work to distract her from George’s absence, and she’s so busy thinking about what she has to do that she doesn’t notice the gift waiting for her on the kitchen island until she decides to take her lunch break in the afternoon. 

There’s a neatly wrapped box that’s just begging to be opened, but she stops to read the note George left for her next to it. 

Can’t wait to see you tonight. When I find you in the crowd you better be wearing this

Love, George :)

Y/N can’t contain the smile that spreads across her face as she excitedly tears into the wrapping paper, already knowing what’s waiting for her. Sure enough when she lifts the top off of the box there’s a Rebels jersey neatly folded up, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess what last name she’ll find written across the  back. 

A waft of George’s cologne comes off of the fabric when she lifts it up, sending a shiver down her spine as her thighs clench. Not only is George claiming her with his name, but with his scent as well. There won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who put that ring on her finger when she steps into the arena tonight, and it gives Y/N a thrill knowing that was George’s intention. 

She puts the jersey back in the box, pulling out her phone to send a text to George. 

Y/N: thank you for the gift. Good luck tonight <3

It’s not until a few hours later, when Y/N is getting ready to leave that she gets a response. 

George: you’re welcome, baby - im counting down the hours until i get to see my last name on your back

George: and i don’t need luck when i’ve got you in the crowd cheering me on 

His words send a thrill through Y/N and she has to take several deep breaths to calm down. She’s already amped up from the anticipation of seeing George out on the ice for the first time in years, and his text has only brought it up tenfold. 

Luckily Olivia’s text letting her know that she’s here to pick her up comes through, breaking Y/N from her thoughts of what her and George might get up to after the game. Because if it’s anything like they used to do in high school, the jersey she’s wearing won’t be staying on for long.

-

The family suite is already starting to fill up when Y/N, Olivia and Jenny show up, even though there’s still an hour until puck drop. Olivia has insisted they get there in time to watch warm ups, and the idea of watching George practically hump the ice as he stretches was too enticing to pass up.

“C’mon, let’s grab seats up by the glass. I want a front row look at Thomas’ ass in those hockey pants,” Olivia declares with a waggle of her eyebrows. 

“Do you ever get jealous that your boyfriend has a better ass than you?” Jenny asks as they weave their way through the crowd towards the front of the box. Both girls laugh at her comment, and Jenny just shrugs her shoulders. “C’mon, we’re all thinking it. I was just brave enough to say it.”

“George does have a nice ass,” Y/N agrees as they claim three seats. “But every time I tell him he just responds by saying how nice my ass is, so no, I’ve never been jealous.”

Olivia laughs so loudly the people surrounding turn to look and Jenny takes the opportunity to slap Y/N on the ass. 

“Fuck you, bitch,” Jenny responds, though there’s no malice in her voice. “That’s because you actually have an ass. I swear it looks like I have a piece of cardboard down the back of my pants.”

“And yet two weeks ago Adam ran into a wall because he was two busy watching your ass to pay attention to where he was going,” Olivia reminds her. “It doesn’t matter how much junk is in your trunk as long as your man appreciates what you’ve got.”

All three women agree on that, and they leave their bags on their seats so they can mingle and grab some food and drinks before the action starts. By the time they make it back for warmups the suite is full, and Y/N is practically on the edge of her seat as the players make their way out onto the ice. 

Her eyes immediately find George and she watches in rapt awe as he effortlessly moves across the ice. Of course George has always been an amazing player, but it’s clear his time in the NHL has only sharpened his skills, and Y/N is filled with pride as he takes a shot on goal and the puck hits the back of the net with such ease it’s like it took no effort at all. 

But then he drops down to the ice to stretch, and Y/N is filled with something else as she watches his knees spread. He bounces up and down slightly as he stretches his hamstrings, and Y/N is practically drooling. Something as innocent as stretching looks downright erotic, and her mind whirls as she imagines laying underneath George while he does those moves. 

“You know, I think I get the whole puck bunny thing,” Y/N says suddenly, her eyes still drawn to the way George moves as he starts to skate around again. Her attraction to George never had anything to do with him being a hockey player, the big muscles and brute strength were just kind of an added bonus. 

But after watching those big, broad men practically give a magic mike show she can understand why there’s a whole genre of women who’s only goal in life is to fuck as many hockey player as possible. Because god damn, if George wasn’t already coming home with her tonight she’d be formulating a plan to get that man in her bed. 

“Same,” Jenny agrees, her voice breathy. 

“Is it inappropriate to admit you’re horny while sitting in a room full of people?” Olivia asks, breaking the girls from their trance as they laugh. 

“Probably,” Y/N answers, finally tearing her gaze away from the ice as the players head back to the locker room. “But if it’s wrong, well then, I don’t wanna be right.”

-

Even though it’s only preseason, the game is intense from the first whistleblow. The Rebels are playing the team they’d lost to in the playoffs last season, and from her conversations with George Y/N knows the guys are out for blood. They want every team in the league to know that they’re primed and ready, and they’ll do whatever it takes to make it all the way to the Cup. 

The first period is winding down without a score from either team, and Y/N is practically holding her breath as George jumps over the boards to rejoin the game for his next shift. His skates are barely on the ice when Adam passes him the puck, and George takes off towards the other teams’ net. 

He passes the puck to Jason, the right wing who was recently promoted to first line, landing it against his stick with ease. George manages to deke around Tampa’s defenseman and he slaps his stick against the ice to signal Jason to pass the puck back. 

The second the puck hits his stick George repositions himself and fires it off, and it feels like the entire room is silent as they watch it sail right over the shoulder of Tampa’s goalie and slam into the back of the net. 

The suite erupts into cheers as the buzzer rings out, and the girls are shouting as they jump up and down in celebration. George’s teammates on the ice all crowd around him, but as they separate George turns in the direction of the suite, and Y/N swears their eyes connect as he raises his stick, pointing it directly at her. 

“What’s he saying?” Olivia leans in to ask as they all watch his mouth move. 

And even though Y/N can’t make out the words, she knows without a doubt what George has just said. Because since their relationship began in middle school he’s done the exact same thing after every single goal. 

“That was for you,” she answers, voice tight with emotion. 

“He dedicated his goal to you? That’s so fucking cute,” Olivia squeals. “Thomas never dedicates his goals to me.”

“That’s because he’s the fucking goalie, Liv,” Jenny huffs.

Y/N ignores the argument that proceeds, too busy watching George battle Tampa’s center for the puck after the face off. She’s in awe that not only did George remember their tradition, but he just did it live on national television in front of a packed audience. 

All her fears that George’s blatant display of affection was just a fluke, that he was just caught up in the moment are completely erased in the third period, when after scoring the game winning goal George shakes off his teammates so that he can raise his stick to Y/N and do it again.

-

After the game the girl’s had met their men outside of the locker room, and when George took Y/N into his arms he’d whispered that he wouldn’t mind missing out on the celebration and he’d take her home instead. And of course Y/N had been tempted, after watching him on the ice all night and dedicating his two goals to her she was more than ready to get him alone. 

But the guys who already trickled out of the locker room were calling George’s name, and Y/N knows how important it is for George to be there for the guys both on and off the ice as he strives to be captain. 

So instead they’re at Maynards, which after the team’s win is practically at capacity. Fans and puck bunnies are everywhere and Y/N can’t help but feel bothered by their presence. George is hanging out by the pool tables with his team while Y/N has been sitting at the bar with Olivia and Jenny, and every few minutes she can feel her eyes trailing over to him to make sure the women in the bar are keeping their distance. 

This is totally new territory for Y/N, and she hates how insecure she feels. When she and George were together before puck bunnies weren’t a concern. George was so focused on his dreams of the NHL and their relationship that he didn’t ever go out with the guys on the team. After a home game he’d end up snuggled in bed with Y/N, and after an away game he locked himself in his hotel room to call her. 

It doesn’t help that she knows George has been one to indulge in puck bunnies in the past, not that she judges him for it at all. He was free to do whatever and whoever he wanted while they were broken up. But now they’re in this really weird space. They’re not really together, and George certainly could leave this bar with Y/N and then meet up with some random girl later. She doesn’t think he would do that anyway, considering how well things have been going with them and he didn’t even want to go out in the first place. 

But it’s easy to feel insecure when you’re surrounded by beautiful women whose only goal is to get your fiancé in bed. 

“Do they ever bother you?” Y/N asks, gesturing around the bar. “All of the girls?”

“Hell yes,” Olivia answers honestly. “Mostly because a lot of the girls don’t give a shit if the player they’re after is in a relationship or not. Like I don’t care if you’re just trying to find some good dick, but at least stick to girl code.”

“Tell me about it,” Jenny adds. “One time a girl tried to stick her hand down Adam’s pants while I was sitting on his lap. Like bitch, read the fucking room.”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. “Jesus, that’s crazy. So how are you guys so calm sitting over here while the guys are on their own? Especially knowing the lengths some will go to sleep with a hockey player.”

“Trust,” Olivia answers simply and Jenny nods in agreement. “Do you trust George?”

“With my life,” Y/N responds without hesitation. 

Olivia shrugs, smiling at Y/N. “Then let the puck bunnies try and get him into bed. Because you know that the only girl he’ll actually be going home with is you.”

Her words do quell some of the nerves rattling around Y/N’s stomach, and she takes another sip of her drink, immersing herself into Olivia and Jenny’s conversation. She even keeps herself from checking on George, trusting that Olivia was correct. Y/N doesn’t have to trust all of those women to stay away from George, she has to trust that George would never give some puck bunny a second glance. 

Several minutes later Y/N and Jenny are talking about work when Olivia comes back from the bathroom with a weird look on her face. 

“Okay, remember all that shit I said earlier about trust and puck bunnies and whatever.” There’s apprehension in her voice, and all Y/N can manage is a curt nod. “Okay well fuck all of that shit because there’s some puck bunny rubbing all over George and I think you need to go stake your claim on your man.”

Y/N swivels in her seat and anger rises in her throat at what she sees. Sure enough George is leaning against the side of a pool table, and there’s a bottle blonde pressing up against him, one of her hands twirling a piece of her hair while the other rests on George’s shoulder. To be fair to George he’s not touching her at all, one of his hands is gripping a beer bottle while the other rests on the pool table and Y/N can tell by the look on his face that he’s wildly uncomfortable and trying to find some way out of the interaction. 

Jealousy quickly overtakes the anger as the puck bunny trails her hand up George’s neck to tangle her fingers in his hair, and before Y/N knows what she’s doing she’s up out of her seat and heading across the bar. Like hell if she’s gonna stand there while some random woman touches what belongs to her. Over her dead fucking body.

Like they’re tied together by an invisible string, George’s eyes snap to Y/N’s as she approaches and a look of relief takes over his features. 

“Hey baby,” he greets, and when the woman looks over at Y/N George uses the distraction to push her to the side. “Are you ready to go?”

In lieu of answering his question Y/N shoves herself into the small space separating George from the puck bunny, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other grips his neck and she pulls him down into a kiss. She moans as George kisses her back, but she doesn’t relinquish control. Because this isn’t just a kiss, it’s a message. Y/N wants all of the bunnies to know that George belongs to her, and their days of coaxing him into their bed are over. 

When the need to breathe becomes too overwhelming Y/N finally breaks their kiss, but the grip she has on George’s neck keeps their faces close together. 

“Take me home?” she asks, just loud enough so the woman who is still hovering nearby can hear.

George is sure that the flicker of lust in Y/N’s eyes is reflected in his own, and he gives her a curt nod. “Of course, baby. It’s time for us to go to bed.”

Too bad sleep is the last thing on George’s mind.

-

George has her pressed up against the front door as soon as it’s closed behind them. 

Neither of them said a word on the drive home, the air was so thick with want they were too afraid words might ruin what was bound to happen once they were home. Because that kiss at the bar was unlike any of the ones they’d shared since this arrangement started, it shattered the line between fake and real that they’ve been skating around for weeks and now there’s no going back. 

George has his mouth on Y/N before she even has a chance to breathe. His teeth nip at her bottom lip before his tongue soothes it, hand gripping the back of her neck to angle her head in order to kiss her even deeper. His kiss is possessive, claiming her just as her kiss at the bar had claimed him, and Y/N is sure that without George’s body holding her to the door she’d be a puddle on the ground. 

“I can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” George growls into her skin as his lips kiss and nip down her neck. “I’m fucking addicted to you, Y/N. Your smell, your taste, the fucking noises you make for me.”

“George,” Y/N gasps as his teeth dig into the flesh at the juncture of her neck, his lips sucking hard enough to leave a bruise that is sure to last for weeks. 

“My name sounds so good coming from those lips, baby.” 

George recaptures her mouth, using the hand that’s not still gripping the back of Y/N’s neck to grab a hold of her thigh. He hitches it up around his hip and does the same to her other leg before placing his hand under Y/N’s ass for support. 

She breaks their kiss as George starts to carry them down the hall, her teeth nipping at the skin of his jaw before her lips soothe the pain with soft kisses. As he pushes into their bedroom Y/N’s nose finds the base of his throat and her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale of his scent. It’s his cologne mixed with something Y/N can only describe as George, and its familiarity instantly soothes any nerves she may have. 

It’s a stark reminder that this is George, her George, and she knows no matter what is about to happen she’s in good hands. 

George chuckles as Y/N takes another deep breath and he sets her down gently on the end of their bed. “Do I smell bad or something? I promise I showered.”

His tease breaks some of the tension, and Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at George, shaking her head fondly. “Not at all, I was just thinking about how so much has changed and yet you still smell the same.”

George’s hand finds the back of Y/N’s neck again, thumb rubbing circles against the side of her throat. “You gave me that cologne, for Christmas, freshman year of high school. I’ve worn it every day since because it reminds me of you.”

Before Y/N has a chance to respond George is leaning in to kiss her again and she’s thankful for the distraction, since she’s definitely not in the headspace to be uncking that. Nope, George’s revelation will have to wait until tomorrow, when he isn’t kissing her breathless and her cunt isn’t soaking the inside of her thighs. 

He pushes her up the bed as they kiss, crawling so that his body covers Y/N’s once he has her laying back against the pillows. Her thighs spread wide, making room for George’s broad frame to settle between them. His cock, hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans, presses right against her pussy and George just barely grinds his hips to make them both moan.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” George pants as he breaks their kiss. He keeps his eyes focused on Y/N’s, needing to see that she wants this just as much as him. “If you don’t want this to happen tell me now and I’ll walk away and take the coldest fucking shower known to man.”

Y/N returns George’s gaze as her fingers twist in the hair on the back of his head and she gives the strands a sharp tug. “Please, George. I need you.”

That’s all the confirmation George needs, making quick work of their clothes. He kisses every inch of skin he reveals to the point that Y/N is writhing underneath him and her pussy throbs, begging for attention. 

Her panties are the last thing to go, and as soon as she’s bare George’s fingers find her slit, dragging through the wetness before lightly circling her clit. 

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, hips eagerly pushing into George’s touch. “I’m so ready for you George, please.”

George sinks two fingers into her, cock twitching at the way her cunt sucks them in. He curls his fingers, drawing a moan from Y/N’s lips as they brush against her g-spot. “Fuck, baby. I wanted to take my time but I need to be inside of you.”

He sucks the fingers that were just inside Y/N clean, groaning around the digits as he tastes her for the first time in years. “Fuck, you taste,” he trails off, making Y/N whine impatiently. 

“Like what?” she pants, dragging George’s mouth to hers so she can kiss him. 

“Like mine,” George growls into their kiss, dipping his tongue into Y/N’s mouth so she can taste herself too. 

When he goes to reach for a condom Y/N stops him, intertwining their fingers. “I’m clean, and on birth control so you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“Shit,” George groans, his head dropping so his forehead rests against her’s. “You’re telling me I can fuck you bare?”

“Please,” Y/N confirms with a nod. “I wanna feel you, all of you.”

Any fear George had about Y/N not wanting him the way he wants her has been thrown out of the window. She’s the only woman he’s ever forgone a condom with, and it’s going to stay that way if he has anything to say about it. 

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he teases, notching the tip of his cock against her pussy. He thrusts his hips gently, making them both moan as he coats himself in her slick. “I’m clean too,” he confirms, nudging his nose against her’s. “You’re the only person I’ve never used anything with.”

Something so simple makes her heart soar, and Y/N tips her chin up so George will kiss her. Knowing that she’s about to have George in a way no other woman has is intoxicating. No matter how many women he’s fucked, Y/N is the only one that he has given all of himself to, further confirming what she’s suspected for days. 

Whatever is going on between them has turned into something real, and it’s looking like a real possibility that George loves her too. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N moans as George finally starts to slowly push inside, her legs wrapping around his waist to encourage him to move faster. “You feel so fucking good, George, please.”

George groans as Y/N’s cunt pulses around him, her tight heat making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Jesus christ, you’re so fucking tight baby. This pretty fucking pussy is choking my cock.”

When he’s halfway in his hips suddenly pull back, and the whine Y/N lets out quickly turns into a moan when George suddenly fucks back into her, not stopping until his thighs are pressed against the back of her’s and he’s buried inside of her completely. 

His cock presses right against her g-spot, and Y/N feels electric zips of pleasure radiating through her body despite the fact that George has yet to move. Her muscles squeeze around him, and George buries a groan into her neck. 

“Fuck, baby. I need a second or I’m going to cum way to fucking soon,” he growls, nipping at her neck. “Your pussy is so fucking tight it’s driving me insane.”

Y/N squirms underneath him, desperately trying to get him to move. “Please George, ‘m so fucking full of your cock, it feels so good. I need you to move.”

“Good fucking girl, begging for me” George praises as he finally starts to thrust, drawing a long, breathy moan from Y/N’s lips. Her pussy clenches as the praise, and George drives his hips even harder. “You like being my good girl, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasps, her back arching as she starts to meet George’s thrusts. “Wanna be your good girl, George, please.”

George rests all of his weight onto his left arm and presses his thumb against Y/N’s mouth. “Be a good girl and suck my thumb, baby. Get it nice and wet so I can touch your pussy.”

She immediately complies, taking the digit between her lips and sucking hard. Her tongue wraps around it, getting it nice and soaked so George will finally touch her throbbing clit. 

“Good girl,” he praises again as his thumb slips from her mouth. He immediately presses it to her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud in time with his thrusts. 

Y/N’s toes curl where they rest against George’s back, the familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach already building brighter as he inches her closer and closer to her orgasm. “I’m so fucking close, George, please.”

George readjusts so one of Y/N’s legs is slung over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck back into her even deeper. “Go on, baby. Soak my fucking cock with your cum.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before Y/N is falling over the edge, thighs trembling as pleasure rocks through her body. George’s name falls from her mouth before he kisses her, swallowing every single noise she makes so that he can keep it for himself. 

“Fuck I’m close,” George growls when their kiss breaks, the way Y/N’s cunt pulses around him driving him towards the edge of his own climax. “Gonna cum inside you, baby. Claim this fucking cunt because it’s mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, yours George, please.” Y/N grabs George’s chin so he can’t look away. “Cum inside me, please.”

Her plea pushes him over the edge, and George buries his face in Y/N’s neck, letting her body absorb his pleasure as he pulses deep inside of her. George sucks and nips at her skin as his orgasm starts to fade, slowly resting his body against Y/N’s as they both catch their breath.

They kiss slowly as George softens inside of her, finally pulling out when the feeling gets to be too much. Neither of them says anything as George pulls away, Y/N watching from the bed as George grabs a cloth from the ensuite. Once he’s back in bed and has wiped their mess away, Y/N still hasn’t found the right words. So she lets him pull her into his arms as they settle under the duvet, the steady pounding of his heart lulling her to sleep.

-

George lays awake for hours after Y/N drifts off, still wound up from the game and everything that happened after. He kisses the side of her neck softly, dragging his fingers up and down Y/N’s bare arm. He can’t remember the last time he felt this content and he just wants to savor this moment for a little bit longer. 

Sex with other women has always been a means to an end for George. He was horny, the girl was willing, and in the end he’d go back home to his own bed satisfied. There was never this connection that he feels with Y/N, this deep need to take care of his partner, this reluctance to let them go. It isn’t just sex with her, as corny as it sounds it’s making love, and there’s no way George can ever go back to the way it was before. 

If his plan doesn’t work and Y/N truly doesn’t ever return his feelings, she’s well and truly ruined him for any other woman. 

The thought of Y/N walking away from him, from this makes his stomach drop, and he finally has to confront the fact that his time is running out and it’s a real possibility that he may never get to hold her like this again. 

Because he lied to her last night. 

At dinner, when Coach Morrison pulled him aside he didn’t just want to talk to George about how he’s noticing how different he is now and the progress he’s made. He sat George down in his office to let him know that a decision about Captain had finally been made.

George is officially the next Captain of the Chicago Rebels. 

The news had immediately brought a burst of joy to him, knowing that all of his hard work with the team hasn’t gone unnoticed. But it was swiftly replaced with fear and sadness. Because if George is Captain, technically his arrangement with Y/N can end. She’d done what she promised and is free to head back home and live her life as she was before. They can go back to just being a part of each other’s pasts, instead of building towards the future George so desperately wants. 

He’s barely put his plan into action, and he’d hoped he’d have more time to get Y/N to fall back in love with him. Even though things between them are clearly going well, and every day their relationship feels less and less fake, he’s not sure it’s enough to get her to stay here with him. George is ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow and turn this fake engagement into a real marriage, but he’s not quite sure that Y/N is on the same page. 

Which scares the shit out of him.

Luckily Coach doesn’t plan on making the announcement to the rest of the team until the season officially starts, wanting to present George with a new jersey just before the first game. 

He can only hope that’s enough time, because a life without Y/N is no longer an option.

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley smut #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fan fiction #harry potter au #harry potter #gw #golden

[solluxlover]

INTRO!!

HII!! i’m mikey/ray and this is primarily an ask blog that is mostly dedicated to pet play BUT you can also just send in ur silly thoughts :3

my main bands are mcr/fob if you want to send in asks for others just ask :3

BANDS I TAKE REQUESTS FOR!! : mcr, fob, ptv, l.s dunes

i also take like ryro asks and stuff ^_^

I DO NOT WRITE FOR FEMALE READERS AT ALL!!!!!!!! i’m just making this clear i ONLY write for amab reader, trans masc reader, and gn reader!!!!

there are certain things i won’t post since this isn’t a dead dove blog (rape, necro, incest, etc)

tagging by first and last names!! (ex: ray toro tag is rt, pete wentz is pw)

if u want to be an emoji anon just ask!!!!!

anons!!: 🦇, 🦈, 🫘

that’s all for now bye bye!!!

#mcr #fob #rt #gw #mw #fi #ps #pw #ah #jt #bandom smut #my chem romance #fall out boy

[pastelpinkkadan]

One of the many, many reasons I don’t like the Gw*nriel (crack)ship is that it reads like fanfiction. All the plot points or proposed storylines I’ve seen are veeeeeery fanfic-like.

Most of the scenarios don’t line up with Azriel’s or Gwyn’s character. Canon boldly has to be ignored for a majority of it to happen. And it’s all just…not necessarily? Like Azriel and Gwyn could never interact again and all of the major plot points in ACOTAR could move forward. And that says A LOT.

Training, smut, and maybe a scene in the library. That’s the bulk of the Gw*nriel ship. Like a lesser ACOSF. There’s no conflict, no story driven drama, and nothing that actually moves the plot forward.

Gw*nriel reads like the ship you write fanfics about AFTER the big battle/big story line has been solved.

Except they have no storyline. 🤷🏼‍♀️

#acotar #acosf #pro elriel #anti gw*nriel #elriel #elriel supremacy

[wiypt-writes]

Consciousness Of Guilt

Ch23

Summary: It’s a typical Sunday in the Barber household, and for you and Andy, the domestic life is very, very welcome.

W/C: 5k ish

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (nsfw) no under 18s- minors are hereby prohibited from reading and engaging. And Dad Andy…I mean…

A/N: So, a little jump forward in time here as we start now moving through towards where I, sadly, will be wrapping this story up. Don’t worry, we’re not there just yet but…nothing ever lasts forever I suppose ☺️🥺

Consciousness of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ch 22

“Dadda…dadda…”

You chuckled to yourself as besides you, Andy stirred and then made a noise of dissent. Having rolled in at two AM the morning before from some fancy dinner party where he had been schmoozing some client, you knew his head was bound to be sore after barely four hours of sleep.

And normally, you’d leave him to sleep his hangover off. But then it wasn’t your name your fifteen month old was calling, was it?

“Dadda…DAADDDAAAA!”

“Alright, alright!” Andy groaned as he rolled into his back, scrunching his face up. “Jesus, my head…”

You bit your lip as you turned to look at him, “I did warn you to quit drinking when you called as-”

“Yeah, yeah…” he sighed and then rolled himself a little ungracefully out of bed, “laugh it up…”

With a chuckle, you watched him straighten his sleep pants and the white tee he had on, before he opened the door to your bedroom and made his way down the hallway of your new home. The jangle of a metal dog tag and collar told you Grant was following him.

You heard the door to Lucy’s room click open, there was a shriek of excitement over the baby monitor and you turned to see her on screen, stood up in her crib, her hands curled round the bars. “Hi, dadda! Hi!”

“Hi, bunny.” Andy’s voice was soft as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Gw-ant!”

Andy chuckled, “yeah, Grant’s here too. Now, shall we change your diaper then go find mama?”

“Mamama!”

“Yeah, mama. Come on.”

You lay on your back, smiling as you listened to Andy chatting to Lucy as he changed her. It had been a whirlwind since her birth. But you wouldn’t change a single minute of it, the ups or the downs. The first smile, first crawl, first steps, first word, first Christmas and first birthday. Your first Mother’s Day, Andy’s first Father’s Day with you…it had all been beyond special, and you were ridiculously happy. Andy was too, and it showed. He didn’t waste a single chance to show off his precious little daughter, happily taking her to the office when he could. He spent any time possible with the pair of you, be it aquarium visits, going to the park, walking Grant…or more recent tending to the garden of the house you had bought on the outskirts of Boulder.

To anyone on the outside, well, you guessed it might be boring. A far cry from the lavish nights out and posh legal dinners you had once attended on a regular basis. But to the pair of you, it was simply perfect.

You'd settled into motherhood surprisingly well. Your parents were beyond encouraging, your mother always there to answer a question or pick up the phone on a frustrating night. Andy did his best too, helping in all areas and soothing your worries with things he remembered Jacob had done.

Some moments had been hard work, like the teething, the first time she had been sick and kept you up all night, monitoring her temperature and debating with Andy whether or not you needed to go to the ER.

But with the solid foundation in your relationship, you and Andy made the decisions together. You took shifts in times like that. And even in the earlier weeks, as you adjusted to the 'round the clock’ feeding your newborn wanted to do, Andy was right there, holding her, soothing her and taking over for a bit just so you could rest and they could bond.

By Lucy's first six months, sleep training and baby led weaning with foods were becoming your specialty. You’d loved it too. Not just your role, but watching Andy flourish in his. His naturally authoritative, yet inherently cool, collected nature transferred to parenthood perfectly.

It was invigorating, inspiring and down right God damned intoxicating.

You heard Lucy's little squeals as they neared the bedroom, Andy's deep baritone making her giggle for some reason or another. And soon enough, chubby little hands and a grinning little face with eyes like her daddy's and a mess of brown curls atop her head were leaning into your space as Andy brought the shuttle in for a landing.

“Hi, Looby!” You grinned as she giggled, holding her arms out. You plucked her from Andy's hands and he took the free second to head to the bathroom.

"Mamama," Lucy babbled.

Grant hopped up on the bed and she let out a giggle, clapping her hands. She crawled over to him and flopped right into his side to cuddle into her best friend.

He'd been the best pup since her arrival. A little rotten in the beginning, vying for attention from you and annoying the hell out of Andy more. But he didn't take more than a couple of days to warm up to the little bundle in blankets that made a lot of noise and demanded your attention.

He slept between rooms most times until Lucy settled for the night, finding his space in his basket at the foot of your bed eventually. He followed her around the house no doubt because she'd drop snacks and while he still held his mischievous streak, it made Lucy laugh, you giggle and Andy swear that he would become a coat more often than you jokingly were comfortable with.

He licked the side of her face and she laughed, pushing his nose. “Gwant, kiss!”

"Did he say good morning, bunny?" You chuckled as you watched them.

She grinned again, her hair all over the place as you attempted to smooth it down. Then she squealed as Grant stuck his cold nose into her ear.

This brought a deep laugh from your right as Andy emerged from the ensuite and crawled back into bed with his girls.

"Some-bunny woke up extra happy this morning," he beamed.

This was how many weekend mornings went in the Barber house. Lucy would call for one of you, usually Andy; since she'd learned her first handful of words, and after a quick diaper change with sometimes a morning bottle, the three of you would cuddle in bed until Lucy became restless for more space.

Lucy turned to Andy and pointed to the TV on the wall, “Iddle Futt?”

You bit back your laugh and smirked. Since Lucy had learned to talk, her word bank so far included ‘hi’, 'dada', 'mamama', 'gwant', 'nack', 'molk', 'oush', 'kiss', 'pee-ny', 'papa' 'gammy' and once she'd seen her first cartoon film 'The Land Before Time', after a bit of practice 'iddle futt'.

Andy groaned, “again?”

Andy swore her desire to watch the animated classic was Jacob's doing from above. A little bit of humor as he too had been obsessed with the film and its characters.

You smirked as he reached for the remote, never able to deny her, and he flicked the TV on, scrolling through the various downloaded movies on the box.

"Shall I make us some coffee and little miss here a bottle?" You offered as Lucy moved away from Grant and settled into Andy's side.

He nodded, “please, Angel. My head is banging.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You got it."

"Mamama molk?" Lucy's little voice chirped.

"What do we say, Lucy?" You pressed and the little toddler smiled.

"Mamama, molk," then signed for please as she circled her little hand over her chest.

"Please," you smiled, "good girl."

She beamed at you, praise always something she sought and you kissed her head before you slipped out of bed, leaving them to it.

Grant followed you downstairs, keen to go potty. You let him out, shivering a little against the brisk early morning March air.

Knowing Andy would likely need food too, you set about making a plate of toast for you all to share too, ensuring there were some pieces cut into small triangles for Lucy. She loved toast, the crunch of it always pleasing her. You found she had these little quirks that reminded you a lot of her father. The crunch of toast, her tactile nature, the usual carefulness with her toys and the nurturing vibe she had towards many things.

You set everything on a tray, tossed an errant piece of toast to Grant and then headed back up the wide, wooden staircase that had been stripped ready for the new carpet which was arriving next week.

Your little, well not so little, farmhouse was nestled outside of Boulder with a glorious view all around. The front yard was the quaint country neighborhood you'd fallen in love with and the back was the valley and mountains in the near distance. Every important window faced East, one of the singular things you fell in love with. And while it needed updating and work in areas, it was what you had told Andy was your dream home and you found yourself hoping to eventually expand and continue to raise your family in it.

You'd celebrated Lucy's first birthday in the condo before vacating it and leaving it empty for now, knowing you'd need it to sleep in with a few of the major renovations planned coming up, and in the mean time it served as a great place for Penny or your parents to use rather than a hotel when they came for a visit and wanted their own space, even though you’d happily have them stay with you.

You were in two minds as to whether to keep it long term and rent it, or have it spare in case Andy ever needed to be closer to the office. It wasn’t like it cost you much. There was no mortgage on it; the one good thing that had come out of your horrific experience with Drysdale was that you were financially set for life, even if your plan was to still go ahead with the charity or foundation you had mentioned to Andy years ago.

Your foot hit a creak in the wood floor before your room and you cringed, making a mental note to as that to the fixer upper list along with picking out chairs for the wrap around porch and seed for the lawn out back. You headed in, and both sets of eyes turned to you and Lucy grinned.

“Nack!” She clapped as she spotted the toast.

"Yep, Daddy needs the snack so you can share." You set the tray on Andy's side table as Grant sniffed at it.

“Back off, you spotty little…”

“Andrew!”

"What?!" He gasped, playfully.

You shook your head and retreated to the ensuite for the Advil. “The day she repeats that, I swear I will not be impressed.” You tossed them to him.

"I know, but look at him Angel," Andy sighed. "He's a menace. Out to pi... Get me going every chance he gets."

“He’s a dog, he doesn’t get up in the morning and think, ‘you know what, today I’m gonna chew up dad’s shoe to annoy him’.” You laughed.

“So you think," Andy rolled his eyes as he tossed back two pills and chased it down with his coffee.

You snorted and took your own coffee, before you handed Lucy her milk. She tapped her fingers to her chin, the sign for 'thank you' and started in on her sippy cup. She took a few sips and then grinned as Andy handed her one of the smaller pieces of toast.

"Princess ," you snorted.

Andy didn’t even try and deny it, he simply popped a shoulder and chuckled as he kissed Lucy’s head. “Yup, Princess Looby Loo, huh baby?”

"Roawwwwr!" She said loudly as Little Foot came on, just grown a bit from his egg shell. She hadn't even heard Andy's comment.

But he sure did cringe at the sound of her loud and little roar.

You bit back the laugh at the pained expression on his face, and the puzzled one on Lucy’s as her Daddysaurus Rex wasn’t roaring back. Lucy did it again and waited.

With a deep inhale, Andy grimaced as he roared back, a little loader than Lucy and she squealed, a noise so high pitched it went through you and turned Andy green

"Toast, eat the toast," you laughed as you brought your mug to your lips.

Eventually, Andy dozed off as you and Lucy finished the film. You plucked her from the bed and the two of you headed downstairs for some real breakfast and for her to play a bit.

You sat on the floor with her, helping her arrange the bright coloured blocks into small walls, which she in turn smashed down with her toy dinosaurs.

The ancient reptiles had become a huge obsession with her for the last four months or so, with no interest in baby dolls but loved her animals the same. The one doll she played with all the time had been a gift from Joanna and her wife for Lucy's first birthday, as it looked just like her. The other favorite toys, her dinosaurs, were gifted from Uncle Ron, Aunt Eva and Aunt Amber.

It never ceased to amaze you just how strong her personality was. She knew what she wanted, even if she couldn’t articulate it she would show you, and the patience Andy had with her was way beyond anything you could have hoped for. The amount of time he had and made for her too was important to him, probably more than it was to you, if you were honest. By his own admission, due to the amount of work he had needed to do to support his family, Andy probably wasn’t physically there as much as he would have liked to be when Jake was a baby and young toddler, and he’d told you that this time round he was in a position to change that, so he was going to. He worked from home more; the 8pm office finishes were a thing of the past and he very rarely went in on a Friday, instead choosing to work from his home office. Weekend working had all but become a distant memory, and you could count on one hand the amount of business trips he’d had to take since her birth.

All that said, it hurt your heart when you thought about just how much Andy must remember and recall doing with his son when he did the same things, or even different things with Looby. But he never once complained or let on if things upset him. You’d see it in his eyes or on his face, but before you could even think to prompt him to talk, it was gone, and nothing but a smile for your little girl remained and he’d save his reflections or memories for a private moment, when he could talk to you later.

Those deep and sometimes painful, often tearful conversations came late at night when the house was quiet and Lucy was fast asleep. The two of you would be in bed cuddled up in the dark or sitting on the lounge with nightcaps in your hands as you nestled into one another; and you didn’t mind one bit. Andy was still grieving, probably always would in a way, and those moments he would open up to you became his outlet. And you let him lean on you, just as you had once upon a time leaned on him.

This was your picture perfect life now. It wasn't always easy or simple, it came with regular fears and disagreements, sometimes quarrels and always make ups, but it was your life and there was nothing more precious to you than this. You'd lived literally through hell and came back from it, only to have a life you'd just dreamed of and never though possible.

Lucy gave a particularly loud giggle, which snapped your attention back to her as she moved her toy t-Rex, bashing it on the pile of rocks making loud noses

"Well, that looks fun," Andy said coming into the play room.

“Dadda!”

Andy dropped down to the floor with you both, Grant thinking he was there to play with him, started licking his face excitedly, his tail whacking Lucy and tearing down her remaining tower.

“Oush!” She winced as his tail hit her on the side of the arm, and she toppled backwards, scrambling towards you, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Looby," you sighed, "you're alright, bunny. I know that tail hurts."

“One clip with the shears…” Andy sighed, pushing Grant away but at the same time, scratching his ear. Empty threats, you knew, for he loved your rowdy dog even if he kept up the grumpy, pretend facade. Never the less, you glared at him as Lucy scrambled into your lap for a snuggle.

He shrugged and rolled his eyes, sternly then telling Grant to settle down as you soothed Lucy. Grant flopped onto his back, his pink sporty belly on display.

"Dummy," Andy chuckled. "Doesn't know what kind of dog he is."

“He’s our dog.” You replied as Lucy wriggled in your arms for you to let go, clearly over her upset, “that’s all he needs to know,” you finished with a smile.

"So, what shall we do today?" Andy led on his side and helped Lucy build.

“Well…it’s cold out but a nice day, and he needs walking. We could go to the park, nip to the pet store on the way back as he’s running low on food and then I can cook dinner?”

“Or we can grab something?” Andy looked at you, “I’m hankering for something greasy and very bad for me.”

“I’ll make burgers?” You offered, “we can get a selection of toppings and you can load yours up with whatever you fancy.”

"Yes!" Andy grinned, "you make them, I'll grill them."

“Settlement accepted, counsellor.” You winked.

*****

Dressed for the chilly spring weather, the three of you headed out with Grant on leash for the park nestled in the middle of your little country neighborhood.

As you drew closer, Lucy seemingly started to recognise her surroundings and began to squeal excitedly, jumping around in her stroller.

"Out! Out!"

“Okay, that’s a new one!” Andy chuckled as you beamed back at him.

"Hang on, bunny," you soothed, "Hang on!" You hurried to unbuckle her and adjust her little beanie atop her head before she started to toddle towards the swings.

“Fahk…” Andy grumbled as she shot off, “here…” he thrust Grant’s lead at you as he hurried after Lucy, catching her just in time as she tipped forward, her body moving too fast for her little legs.

"Slow down there Looby-sarus. You're not a pro yet."

“Dadda!” She wriggled in his arms, “out!”

“I see that’s going to be the new word of choice for a while, huh?” He asked, kissing her cheek which caused her to giggle and grab at his beard. “Erm, Lucy…ouch…no.”

“Bit harder, Looby.” You grinned as you caught up to them and Andy turned to you, giving you a look.

“Angel…”

You batted your eyes innocently as he set Lucy down and followed her to the swings.

"You're trouble."

"Don’t know what you mean.” You replied as he lifted Lucy up to place her in the seat.

"Hold on, Lucy," Andy said softly as he pulled the bucket back a little ways and let it go. The toddler giggled and clapped as she swung forward and back, every few swings Andy pushing her more.

You whipped out your phone to snap a few shots and a video, smiling to yourself at the sheer happiness on both Lucy, and Andy’s faces.

The amount of snaps and videos you had over the last fifteen months was hilarious as you both filled the Cloud full and needed to upgrade.But you didn’t care, you wanted the memories to actually be there to look at whenever you wanted and to share with whom you chose.

You knew it was one of the things Andy felt regret over with Jacob; not enough photos or physical things remained from those early years. In the end, he was left with an unfinished baby book and an old Chutes and Ladders game. He hated the fact that there wasn’t much he could show you, or Lucy when she was old enough. All he had were the memories that existed nowhere but in his head

Andy caught the swing, leaving Looby dangling backwards a little as he peered over at her and she grinned, screaming and yelling nonsense at him before she descended into fits of laughter as Andy let go. With a growl over her, he pretended to snap at her as she giggled louder. It made you both grin and chuckle, that typical baby laugh that most toddlers had.

After a while of course she wanted "out" and you proceeded to walk Grant around the sidewalk while Andy took Lucy up the play structure. Then she wanted to go on the slide, then to watch some of the older kids playing on the hopscotch grid, which she attempted to copy, making you both laugh at her uncoordinated leg movements.

Her bum hit the pour and play more often than she could stand and finally Andy held both of her hands and wrists in his big palms and dipped her toes in each square. She giggled and made little noises of delight, her eyes focused on the ground below her as he moved her over the coloured squares and numbers.

“Good job!” You beamed as she looked at you and grinned.

“Mamama!”

You waited at the end of the course with a grin. After her toes hit '10', Andy had Looby soar up and away, landing into your outstretched arms, Grant barking at the giggles.

"Let's get home, huh? Let someone nap?" Andy offered.

“Is that code for daddy also needs a nap?” You chuckled as you kissed Lucy’s cheek.

“Oh it ain’t code, I absolutely need a nap.” He admitted.

"Alright, back we go." You giggled. Andy carried Lucy back on his shoulders, while Grant trotted alongside the stroller while his leash sat in your hand. When you got back home, Grant found his water bowl while Andy took care of Lucy's diaper and decided that they could cuddle for naptime.

You sorted your market list and left him to handle the nap while you shopped.

An hour later, you were driving back into the drive with your grocery loot in the cargo of your Jeep. You'd gotten the essentials for burgers and a nice salad, beer for Andy, a crisp wine for yourself, dog food from the pet store and a cheesecake from Patti's.

You headed inside, the house was quiet and you crept into the den to see Andy and Lucy both fast asleep on the sofa, Lucy sprawled over her daddy’s chest as his two large arms held her safely to him.

You couldn't resist capturing the knocked out duo again on camera before unloading the groceries.

You were just about finished when you heard soft spoken words coming from the den over the monitor so you listened in only to hear an intimate one sides conversation with Andy to a drowsy Lucy.

“You know, eventually, you’re gonna be too big to wanna snuggle with me like this, Bunny.” You heard him kiss her head or her cheek. "One day you're gonna want nothing to do with Daddy and I'll embarrass you all for the right reasons."

You smiled to yourself, because whilst you might expect a few teenage years where Looby grew sullen and wanted independence, you had absolutely no doubt she would be a daddy’s girl for the rest of her life.

“But, no matter what, I’ll always be here for you. You know that, huh? Well, you will one day. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I did everything I could for your brother, and I don't stop when it comes to your mom, I won't stop with you, Bunny. You and Mommy are my second chance at everything."

You licked your lips as you heard Lucy mumble something that you didn’t quite hear, but Andy did and you heard him chuckle.

“Always…” then you heard the sound of him kiss her again, “does daddy get one?”

A faint little kiss to his cheek could be heard and then you sniffed and went back to your task. As quick as the moment was there, it was over. You heard footsteps across the wood and looked up from the counter to see Lucy in Andy's arms, still trying to wake, as Andy stood bright eyed and rested.

"Well, hello sleeping beauties.”

Andy smiled as he gave you a quick kiss. “Hey, honey.”

"Feeling better?"

“Well, I could hardly feel any worse, but yes, thank you.” He chuckled as he glanced at Lucy, who was resting her head on his shoulder, blinking.

She gave you a small smile. “Mama molk?”

"Sure, bunny, but just half before dinner." You nodded.

She blinked back as Andy adjusted her a little in his arms. She peered at the items on the side and pointed to the avocado making an interested noise.

"That's for dinner," you picked it up and showed her. "A-vo-ca-do."

She reached out and you let her touch it, her face furrowed in concentration. She then looked at you, then to Andy, curiously. "Num-nums," she smiled.

Andy nodded, “that’s right…you wanna try some, huh?”

She signed 'please' and you took back the fruit from her. Andy single handedly grabbed her some milk while you opened up the avocado and took a small bite out of it for her. She'd had them ages ago, when she was first into solids and she'd had them many times since, but her sparked interest had you giving her a quick taste to associate the word with the object.

She took the piece with her sign for thank you, examined it for a moment before she popped it into her mouth and chewed.

"Num-nums!"

“That good?”

She nodded and then signed for more.

“You can have some with dinner, okay?”

She blinked, seemingly okay with this and then started to wriggle. "Out." She said as she struggled to get free from Andy's arms.

"No way, Little Miss, diaper first."

She pouted, her eyes narrowing a little as she glared at Andy.

"Lucy Jo..." Andy firmly said.

“Out!”

"Nope." Andy set the sippy cup down and headed for the stairs.

You could hear her yells and shouts of protest, as she started to cry, Andy simply continued to talk to her, his voice level and calm. Her tantrums were few and far between; all things considered she was a very well behaved and good mannered toddler, but when she did, you hated it. Andy, however, found it amusing and you’d yet to see him get flustered or annoyed with her when she threw one down.

In moments, Lucy was back down the stairs in his arms with a tear stained face and blotchy cheeks. Andy kissed her, handed her the sippy cup and set her down. She took it from him and toddled away, throwing him a filthy glare as she did so.

Andy arched a brow as he watched her go before he turned to you, “if looks could kill…”

"She throws the best of them," you snorted while preparing the burger meat.

“Oh, she’s a madam.” He chuckled, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the back of your neck. “She gets that from you.”

"You better watch yourself, sir." You wiggled your tush at him. "First your park comments and now that, batting 0-2 there Counselor."

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he murmured, those whiskers of his brushing your skin.

"Hmmm, we'll see." You tilted your chin and craned your neck to capture his lips. "Go warm the grill, these won't take long and I need to cut the toppings up."

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled against your mouth. He cast a quick look at Lucy who was sat on the rug, her sippy cup in her hands, eyes watching the pair of you. “Looby, wanna come with daddy?”

"Out." She said with glee and helped herself stand, never once dropping her cup.

“Okay, come on…” he wandered into the mud room and came back with her little Ugg boots and jacket, “pop these on so you don’t get cold.”

"No."

“Okay that’s two new words today, aren’t we the lucky ones?” Andy arched his brow, sarcasm lacing his tone as you laughed. “No coat, no out.”

Lucy set her cup down and as Grant went to inspect it, she shouted "no!"

Andy let out a sigh. “Lucy, coat or you stay here. What do you want to do?”

"Out."

“Then come on, get your coat on.”

She toddled over and stood there as Andy knelt to bundle her up. Then in a single motion grabbed Lucy and the sippy and carted her out the slider, Grant following.

You finished making the burgers, before you popped them on a plate ready to take out and set about with the toppings. About ten or so minutes later, Andy called and you headed out back with the plate so he could grill.

Soon after, you had set up the little burger making station for Andy and you to top your own off, and a little plate for Lucy containing some sliced raw veggies and a burger of her own, cut up into pieces.

As you settled your little firecracker into her high-chair, Andy poured you a glass of wine and opened himself a beer, setting them at the table as you placed a sippy cup of juice by Lucy. She signed thank you and took a drink as you kissed her head.

Dinner was calm, as usual, talk of the day, what the two of you might catch up on for the night with television or a movie. Sometimes you'd just read in the den. You'd made an agreement that after dinner, it was bath and bed with Lucy and time together as a couple. No work, if it could be helped, and no house chores or projects unless necessary.

Lucy sat in her chair and ate her cut up cheese burger in the bite size pieces you had them in. She ate everything, bar a few little pieces of bread and sat there content to watch you and Andy as you finished.

When you were both through, Andy offered to clean up while you bathed Lucy. A promise made to meet you in her nursery for story time.

You knelt by the tub as you cleaned her down and washed her hair, Lucy playing with her toys, every so often making a splash and giggling away.

"Get back here you slippery fish!" You laughed as it soon became a game.

All bathed, you wrapped her in her little hooded towel and carried her into her room. Lathered in lavender lotion, curls brushed through and fresh diaper with her pyjamas on, she snuggled into you as you carried her around to put her towel away and sat her on the counter to brush her teeth.

She made a little question noise and gripped the brush. You guided her hand as she tried to brush them herself, making sure she did it properly then beamed.

“Good job, baby.”

She was a smart cookie, learning more and more every day, excelling in areas you hadn't expected. She loved to learn and her independence was exciting. Andy loved it too, he confided in you that she was different to Jake in that way. He had been quite a clingy child, up until the age of eight or so, where as Lucy was so brave in her own little ways.

He always wanted to attribute that to you and your strong nature. Your drive and will. She had sass and that was you, but you knew her short temper streak was explosive like Andy's could be. All in all, Lucy Jo Barber was a mix of her parents in equal parts.

You settled her on your lap in the chair, her pacifier in her mouth as her hands tangled in the front of your sweater, a tell tale sign she was sleepy. Andy came in at the perfect moment as you started to rock in the glider. He plucked a book from the shelf, 'Guess How Much I Love You' by Sam McBratney, and sat down to read it. Grant trotted in behind him and settled himself near the glider, like he'd done ever night since you'd brought Lucy home.

As Andy read, his soothing baritone filled the room and you gently held your daughter in your arms, your hand carding through her hair. The book was short, and her time to sleep had come, her little hands going lax against your sweater as she closed those long lashes against her cheek.

“She’s out…” you whispered to Andy.

He nodded and closed the board book and stood to place it back on the shelf. You stood from the glider and gently led her down in her crib and covered her with her blanket before kissing her temple.

"Goodnight my little bunny," you whispered.

Andy leaned down, his hand smoothing over her hair as he cupped her cheek, before he too leaned over to kiss her.

“Goodnight, Looby Loo.” He smiled, as you reached round to flick the monitor and the night light on.

Andy stayed where he was for a second, his eyes studying his daughter. He softly smiled and you waited for him by the doorway.

“You okay?” You asked as he pulled the door behind him, leaving it open just an inch or so.

"Great." He winked.

“Good…because for a moment this morning, I thought the hangover was gonna finish you off. I was ready to call Ron, tell him he needed a new senior partner.”

"You wish," he scoffed. "Always trying to get rid of me. Do I need up the life insurance?"

“Oh, you’re making murder jokes now?” You arched a brow, “you fat hypocrite, you don’t like it when I do that…”

"I have a fat something you might like."

“Andrew Steven Barber!”

"Shhhhhhh, you'll wake up Lucy!" He checked as his hands fell to your waist.

“Not a chance, she gets her sleeping habits from her daddy. This place could fall to the ground round her and she’d hardly stir.” You grinned as your hands slid up his chest.

“That’s one of the main ways she differs from Jake, you know.” He pondered, “me and Laurie could hardly breath even passing his room and he’d be wide away, shouting for her. They’re so different in so many ways, but so similar in others. Just then, she was pulling a face in her sleep and… for a split second it was just like looking at him.”

Your grin softened and you sighed, "I know it's hard sometimes, BB."

“That’s the thing it…it’s not.” He shook his head and looked at you honestly. “I mean, I miss him. I always will, but how could anything to do with her be hard? She’s a damned blessing, one i thank the universe for every single day.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, "I could say the same about both of you."

“Hmmm maybe I could count you in there too.” He winked.

"Oh Barber..."

“Oh, just the surname?”

"You're in a mood tonight aren't you?"

He simply grinned.

"Well, what do we do about it?"

“Why don’t you use your imagination, Mrs Barber?”

"I could but it might ruin my expectations."

“What expectations are they?”

"To fulfill whatever need you may have. How do you want me, Counselor?" Your voice lowered. "Soft, slow?" You trailed your fingers down Andy's tee. "Needy and fast?" They stopped at the hem and his denims waist band. "Or rough and deep?"

“Fahk, Angel…” he hissed as your nails scratched across the skin of his belly, “I don’t care…”

"Make a choice, Andy," you encouraged. "You're in control."

“Slow, baby…let me love on you…”

"My favorite..." You smirk, standing on the balls of your feet for a kiss to his lips.

His hands cupped your face as he held you to him, his mouth seeking yours out. He pulled you in as the two of you backed out of the hall and into your room, just opposite of Lucy's. Andy spun you round as he kicked the door shut, and you heard Grant huff as he settled outside the door. You giggled a little against his lips and ran a soft hand over his beard.

“You know…” he pecked your mouth, before his lips moved to your jaw, “today…it was…just so normal, and so perfect.”

"Like most of our days," you agreed.

“I really don’t wanna go to Seattle next week.” He sighed.

“I know." You whimpered as his lips caught your ear. "It's just a few days."

“I can cancel…”

Your fingers ran through his hair as they cupped his neck. "You can't." You sighed, "the case is too big."

“Fahk the case, I’ll make Ron do it…”

"So needy, Counselor," your free hand found the hem of his shirt and you in turn found the skin of his soft but still there abs.

“Can you blame me?” He softly nipped at your neck. “I don’t wanna leave my girls for four hours, let alone four days…”

“Sounds obsessive," you joked as you now took your hand from his neck and brought it down to join your other as you undid his flies.

“It’s an affliction, yeah…”

You tugged on his hem now, trying to give him hints. He wanted slow, he wanted to love on you, but you both needed to be naked for that. You wanted to see that ink he got when Lucy was merely weeks old. A surprise to you.

With a chuckle he pulled back and lifted his arms, allowing you to shove the shirt up and over. Your finger outlined the script on his chest, opposite that bird of prey he'd had for years. It was her name in soft, calligraphic font and it sat just underneath Jacob’s did followed by the quote, ‘always on my mind, forever in my heart.’

His eyes tracked your movements, before you raised your head and looked at him. Your eyes were dark, soft, full of love, you knew they were. For that was how you always looked at him. You felt it. "I love you."

“I love you too, honey. So, so much.”

"Show me, Counselor."

With a soft smile, his lips met yours as his hands found the bottom of your sweater. In a smooth movement, he had it up and over your head.

Your fuller and curvier body changes since having Lucy always sparked a desire in him. The way he'd see you around the office in your suits, you worked damn hard. He swallowed before he kissed you again, his fingers in the waistband of your jeans pulling you closer, pressing you to him.

His hands wound around your hips and down the curve of your ass.

“Andy…”

"Angel...."

Your fingers popped the last button of his flies and you grinned, “take your pants off…”

You didn't have to ask twice.

With a cheeky grin that made him look a good twenty years younger, he pushed his jeans and boxers down in one quick movement and kicked them away as you reached behind you, undoing your bra. Your eyes still on his, you dropped it to the floor as his hands then moved to the button of your jeans.

He was slow to pull that zip along its teeth and drag those jeans down your legs, kneeling before you. His hand wrapped around each ankle and pulled them free. His bearded lips kissed a slow trail up the inside of your leg. You watched as he did so. His tongue dragging in some spots. Your hands tangled in his hair, the fluffy, longer locks devoid of any styling product, still soft from his shower that morning. Your head tipped back and you sighed in happiness.

"Get on the bed, Angel."

A last, playful tug of his hair earned you a nip to the inside of your thigh as you walked backwards to your bed.

You hopped up on the mattress and watched as he stalked you. His big but gentle hands again cupped your face before one dragged his long and thick fingers down your neck. The soft pads imprinted finger prints like a ghost as he pushed on your sternum until you were led flat. His frame caged you in, both of you naked and ready.

“Oh, honey…” he whispered against your neck, his lips feather soft.

Your words were vacant but your expressive sighs and pants were all he needed.

His hands found yours, fingers snaking between your own, pinning them to the soft duvet, either side of your head.

"Need you, Angel," Andy's voice was raspy in your ear and you couldn't surpress the sound that left your own lips in reply.

“Need you too, BB…” your words finally formed as his teeth grazed your skin.

He dropped one of your hands, gliding his fingers and a flat palm down your arm, over your beast and along your ribs and side and between your bodies. He grabbed himself and rubbed his tip between your folds before he slid right in. You gasped, your back arching a little as he groaned, his hand once more finding yourself.

Andy rolled his hips, his weight covering you, but at a gentle distribution. His forearms and knees bore most of it. His lips dragged up your neck until they found your mouth as he rolled into you. You kissed him, hungrily as your fingers tightened around his.

Andy grunted, "fahk, you feel so good."

You moaned at his praise, your legs hiking round his waist, ankles locking at the base of his spine. This was his favourite way to have you; on your back, holding your hands, surrendering to him in a way that made it possible for him to see your eyes as they darkened with each rock and roll into you.

"So beautiful, baby."

Your eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room as he stared at your face, before his lips crashed back to yours. Again your hands in his squeezed, your thighs and knees doing the same around his hips.

It was a constant push and pull between the pair of you, but never rushed. There was no hurry, nothing outside of that room mattered to either of you, not for the moment. Slowly, slowly, Andy pushed you higher and higher. His lips on your neck, collar bone, tracing a line down to your breasts.

Sweat sheened your skin and Andy's hair dropped over his brow. "I'm so close, BB."

Soft teeth grazed your nipple and you gasped, arching into his mouth. He continued, a little while later moving his attention to the other. Your eyes rolled back as your chin tilted up. "Ugh, fahk..." your accept slipped through and he knew he had you.

“Thassit,” he grunted, driving deeper as he felt you clench around him.

"More Andy," you moaned.

“Oh, baby…” he pushed himself up, his hips going faster.

"Yes, right there," you whimpered.

“C’mon, honey…”

Your body tensed and a silent scream dropped your jaw before shuddering, a breathy 'oh' shook free from your throat.

Andy slowed down, a smile on his face as his lips peppered your cheeks and nose with kisses. “Turn over, honey…”

"Yeah?"

“Yeah…” he pulled out, sitting back on his ankles. “Lay flat on your front for me, Angel.”

You licked your lips and sat up, your body twisting until your belly and breasts hit the bed.

Soft hands slid up the outside of your thighs, trailing just under your ass. He gently moved your legs apart, before those same hands slipped up your back. They came to rest over yours, fingers curled between your own, his palms warm on the back of your knuckles as his chest pressed to your back.

And gently he pushed into you again.

"Ugh fuck, BB."

“Jesus, honey…” he grunted, his teeth nipping the back of your neck, “so tight...”

"Feels so good...."

“Yeah, so do you…” he kissed your shoulder, his hips rolling into you. With each power forward, your body slipped up the bed

"Fahk, Andy...."

“Give me another one, baby, c’mon…”

"H... Ha... Fahk, more."

With a filthy grunt, Andy sped up, his teeth now grazing your shoulder

"Yes, yes yes," you chanted with every snap of his hips before you came, a yell into the duvet.

He was close behind you, his hips stilling as he groaned your name. A few shallow pumps later you felt him completely melt. His weight against your back was like a comfort blanket. His lips softly fluttered behind your ear like a butterfly's wings flap. His breath was a warm whisper.

"I love you, Angel."

“I love you too, Bb.”

You felt his weight shift and his arms curl under you, his body enveloping you like a cocoon. Then he rolled you both to the side

His lips peppered what skin he could reach. "You care for a bath, baby?"

“Hmmmm,” you nodded, “and the rest of the wine that’s in the fridge.”

"Yes ma'am."

As slowly and softly as he could, he pulled out of you and then his hand softly turned your head to face him. The look in his eyes and soft features made you gasp a little. His lips brushed yours, a soft caress as his thumb stroked along that faded scar. His nose bumped yours as he smiled and then rolled himself away.

You watched him as he slipped his sleep pants over his bare bones and winked at you before leaving. You sighed as his sentiments from earlier rang in your mind. It really had been a normal, perfect day.

****** Chapter 24

#consciousness of guilt #andy barber fiction #andy barber x you #Andy barber x reader #Andy barber #defending jacob fanfiction #chris evans characters

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 14 January - 10 February 2024

Here’s the roundup for January 14th, 2024 - February 10th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@cuteciboulette

Fic Idea https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/740430848728465408/this-is-not-a-fic

Heero, Death!Duo, tw suicide discussion

flayrie

Stellar Drift https://archiveofourown.org/works/51561307

F/M, Treize Khushrenada/Lady Une

Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop references, side material references, Romance, Drama, Morally Grey Characters, Vague love confessions, Mutual Pining, Generational Trauma, War Trauma, PTSD, past gun violence injury, Mention of blood, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Enthusiastic Consent, kabedon, Stocking Fetish, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Fingering, Implied Premature Ejaculation, Post-Coital Cuddling, reformed rake x political harlot dynamic, Treize lives in this one so obviously I had a beta, target audience: me

Canon divergence. Through Lady Une's machinations, Treize Khushrenada survives the war. Despite saving him, Une appears intent on pushing him away, evading him at every opportunity. Desperate for answers, Treize confronts her, igniting old feelings long buried for the sake of duty.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@artnijna

https://artnijna.tumblr.com/post/740261816198905856/rewatching-gundam-wing-as-im-sure-you-have-all

WuFei Chang, fanart

@ellohcee

https://ellohcee.tumblr.com/post/741182839812390912/some-mr-duo-gundam-wing-maxwell-i-doodled

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@mikkurin

https://mikkurin.tumblr.com/post/741592090614562817

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/741266409682878464

Heero Yuy, fanart

@pineappleglazedham

https://pineappleglazedham.tumblr.com/post/733849029704826880

Treize/Une, nsfw ish, fanart

@seitou

https://seitou.tumblr.com/post/741833885435969536/the-designs-are-done-not-to-build-the-wesbite

5 boyos, fanart, stickers

@sweet-rabbit

https://sweet-rabbit.tumblr.com/post/741084970389487616/its-still-131-where-im-at-time-for-duo-to-kiss

Duo and Hilde, (about Duo ship month), comic

@vasyenka

https://vasyenka.tumblr.com/post/741470346590470144/as-a-kid-i-was-obsessed-with-gundam-wing-where

Duo/Quatre, fanart

@zazagundam

https://zazagundam.tumblr.com/post/739523219144458240/im-having-way-too-much-fun

Gunpla wall

Cosplay:

@yourfavoritescoundrel

https://yourfavoritescoundrel.tumblr.com/post/741270397597728768/duo-maxwell-i-may-run-and-hide-but-i-never-tell-a-lie

Duo Maxwell in the streets

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@astragifs

https://astragifs.tumblr.com/post/741441445914869760

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, gif

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/741097739145904128/meant-to-be-happy-21

Duo/Heero, Sims 4, screenshot

Head Canons/Meta:

@lifeattomsdiner

https://lifeattomsdiner.tumblr.com/post/740370874724663296

GW would be different if Relena had a Gundam.

MoodBoard/Aesthetics:

@wildandrecklesswings

https://wildandrecklesswings.tumblr.com/post/740078832854482944/oh-my-god-its-here-im-screaming-im-so

GW Jacket (clothes count as an aesthetic right?)

Fandom Discourse:

gwpromptmeme

GW Prompt Meme event

Rules: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/408.html

Main Page: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/739532688989519872/heero-duo-told-me-to-tell-you-that-i-want

Heero, Duo, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/739804495958147072/wufei-you-better-not-be-experimenting-with

WuFei & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/739895036564635648/relena-it-must-be-a-liberating-thing-for-you-all

Relena

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/740076470373957632/relena-why-are-you-always-trying-to-get-yourself

Relena & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/740438788619321344/undercover-at-a-boarding-school-relena-do-you

Relena, Heero, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/741344587168235520/duo-do-you-live-under-a-rock-trowa-with

Duo & Trowa

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, February 16th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/742011330318499840/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-february

In need of prompts!

@gwlemonyshenanigans

Sign-ups Open: https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/740503319997448192/lemony-shenanigans-2024-sign-ups-now-open

Looking to fill all the days! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/741815882530045952/31-days-in-may

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Valentine’s Event 2024 https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/739857252321738752/gw-valentines-event-2024

Hope you’ve been creating!

@/???

GW Gift Exchange

There is another exchange being done now... I *think* it’s on dreamwidth, but I can’t find the convo with the person running it to save my life, but it’s on the events calendar with all the info I had...

Jan 15th - 21st is Nominations

Jan 16th - 28th is Sign-ups

Posting and whatnot will be in April.

Not sure if something will be posted anywhere on tumblr or not, but hoping I can get y’all the info for where and how when it goes.

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #(I feel like I shouldn't put that one anymore. lol) #14 Jan - 10 Feb 2024

[silverdreamscapes]

I’ve seen entire dissertations on why Elriel can’t be together because he’s gross and objectifies her and only wants her for sex blah blah blah (even though the attraction is actually mutual)

And then I have to see the most explicit fanart and headcanons with Gw*nriel supposedly depicting their relationship after “she’s healed”.

And yet I’ve actually not seen how she’s healed. Only the aftermath which is the sex and the smut. In the book she went back to the library which indicates to me that she still has a long way to go and she’s not there yet.

The hyper sexualization of a character who was assaulted, still healing, and is essentially a virgin in every way that actually matters is odd to me when these very same people take such a puritanical view of his bonus where Azriel admits he masturbates to thoughts of Elain…and then in the bonus we get confirmation that she feels the same way and reciprocates and even initiates the physical attraction between them.

For some reason that’s disgusting but the most explicit fanart and headcanons and then shipping of two people who in canon have shown no attraction or interest in one another, or have even touched is perfectly fine. This fandom, I swear lol. Please never change because your hypocrisy is highly entertaining.

#so much phony clutching of pearls #anti gw*nriel #anti gw/nriel #fandom fuckery #azriel #elain archeron

[lumosandnoxwriting]

now I wake up by your side || George Weasley

Title: now i wake up by your side Pairing: George x Reader Summary: You know what they say, what goes up must always come back down. Except George thought he was the exception to that rule. Because with things going so well for him there’s no way they’d ever end. Unfortunately for George the higher you go, the harder you fall. And as he watches Y/N walk away from him for the last time he finally realizes how true that saying is. Because George Weasley has officially run out of time, and everything has started to crumble around him.  Warnings: NSFW! Minors DNI this contains female masturbation, male masturbation, dirty talk and phone sex.  A/N: ahhhhh the second to last part of hockey!george!! I hope you all enjoy - feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

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 The apartment is too quiet without George around. 

This is the part about being with a hockey player that Y/N has always hated: away games. If she thought it was bad when George was in the junior league, it’s even worse in the NHL. Unlike the NFL and some other professional sports, there’s 82 games in the regular season, with the potential for there to be 28 additional games for a team that makes it to the Stanley Cup finals. 

Meaning from the end of September until at least the middle of April, hockey players spend more time on the road than they do at home. Instead of being gone for a day or two, when they hit a stretch of away games it’s common for a team to be on the road for up to two weeks. 

And unfortunately for Y/N, preseason has taken the Rebels away for the next 10 days. The timing couldn’t be any worse either, considering the fact that now that she and George have crossed the boundary of physical intimacy her body craves his touch, and it seems like she’s walking around in a perpetual state of horniness. And it’s only been 48 hours.

Worse off is that the team left for the road just two days after their first game, so they didn’t really even get to talk about where this new development in their supposedly fake relationship leaves them. Because to Y/N, George claiming her body from the inside out several times during their brief time together is everything but fake. 

And it’s not just the sex that Y/N misses. 

That first night George was gone she tossed and turned all night, only sleeping for an hour or two at a time before she’d wake up missing the feel of his arms around her. Dousing George’s pillow in his cologne and hugging it tightly as she slept  last night worked a little, but she still didn't wake up feeling well rested. 

She especially misses the mundane aspects of their life together. Like the fact that there wasn’t a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her when she woke up. And even though George still found time to get her during the day, their conversations weren’t filled with plans for dinner and what to watch on TV, which filled Y/N with a pang of sadness. That first afternoon she’d even made George’s usual protein shake, and it wasn’t until she wrapped up her work day at 5:30, a full hour after George should have been home, did she remember he wouldn’t be around for days. 

Even just the absence of hearing him breathe has her heart aching. 

Thankfully their first road game is tonight, and she’ll get her fill of George time while she watches. Even if it’s through the TV and he’ll be wearing all of his gear. It’s better than nothing. 

Jenny invited her over to watch the game with Olivia and some other partners, and even though she kind of wanted to just mope around the apartment, Y/N found herself saying yes and now that she’s settled on the couch between Olivia and Kate she’s happy that she came. Because even though they aren’t George, Y/N’s heart feels full being surrounded by the women she’s gotten to know over the past few weeks. 

This fake engagement hasn’t only brought George back into her life, it’s brought this amazing group of people into it too, and Y/N can’t imagine having to say goodbye to any of them. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that has crossed her mind several times since George kissed her goodbye two days ago. And without him by her side to squash those negative thoughts she’s let them run rampant. 

Losing George will absolutely shatter her heart. But losing George and all of these people? It will shatter her soul. 

Which is why Y/N plans on confronting George as soon as he gets back from this road trip. Not knowing where their relationship stands is slowly killing her, and Y/N needs to know if they’re both on the same page. It’s time to either move forward together, or for Y/N to pack her bags and head home to Washington with her tail tucked between her legs and her entire world shattered. 

Thankfully someone switches the TV on as the game starts, and the chatter of the announcers pulls Y/N out of the depressive swirl her thoughts were taking her down. Warmups have just ended, and as they get ready for things to really start, the commentators talk about the match up. 

“It’s still early yet, but I’ve got to say, Steve, the Rebels are looking mighty fine this season.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Jim. After their devastating loss in the playoffs last season and the retirement of their team captain, Tyler Crawford, we were skeptical that they’d be able to wrangle it in and start this season off strong - and boy am I glad to say we were wrong.”

“Absolutely, Steve. Working with a whole new slew of Rookies can be difficult, especially without a Captain, but the Rebels sure have shown what a strong team they are.”

“And I’m sure we have George Weasley, the Rebel’s starting Center and one of the top scorers in the league to thank for the team’s starting success. We’ve had the pleasure of sitting in on some Rebel’s practices this training camp and I can see why Weasley is the front runner for Captain. The way he commands his team is truly awe-inspiring.”

Their praise of George and his skills makes Y/N’s cheeks flush. She’s so damn proud of George and everything he has accomplished in his career. Ever since they were little kids learning to skate together George has been determined to be a star in the NHL, and seeing that dream come to reality makes every single struggle and hurdle their relationship has gone through worth it. 

“Weasley certainly has stepped up to the plate since Crawford, his mentor’s retirement. If the rumor mill is to be believed all us Rebels fans’ have a pretty girl from Weasley’s hometown to thank for that.”

The girls all squeal at the mention of Y/N and George’s relationship, and she can feel her cheeks flush even deeper.

“Jim, you are worse than my wife when it comes to those gossip rags. But, after Weasley scored his two goals during the team’s first preseason game he did raise his stick, pointing it towards the box reserved for the Rebel’s friends and families, which fans have affectionately dubbed the WAG box, and one of the camera’s did catch him mouthing the words ‘that was for you’, so it’s safe to say the rumor mill may actually be onto something for once.”

“Well whoever that mystery woman is I hope you stick around, because I’d love to see Chicago take home the cup this year.”

They move on to talk about the team the Rebel’s are up against, North Carolina, and Y/N relaxes back into her seat. No worries, Steve, she definitely plans on sticking around.

-

That night when Y/N makes it back to their apartment her heart is full, and she doesn’t miss George as much as she did earlier. Because during the game George scored a hat trick, and after every single goal his stick rose to the camera, still seeking her out from thousands of miles away, and the lens zoomed in as he mouthed those same four words that never fail to increase her heart rate. 

“That was for you.”

And if that wasn’t enough to squash all of her doubts about the status of their relationship, he’d actually did a post game interview, and when he was asked about his new mystery girl, George had looked directly into the camera, like he was starting right into Y/N’s eyes and said:

“She knows who she is. I can’t wait to come home to you every day for the rest of my life, baby.”

Now she’s in their bedroom, stripping off all of her clothes except for George’s jersey, before she climbs into bed to wait for his call. 

It’s something they always used to do whenever he was on the road. Instead of going out with the guy’s to celebrate a win or commensurate over a loss, George would head straight back to the hotel to spend the night on the phone with her. 

They hadn’t discussed if that would be the case this time around in their relationship, but Y/N had been confident that it would be considering the other traditions George has continued. And the texts she received from him after the game set her belly on fire and had her pussy throbbing. 

George: fuck I miss you baby, i don’t want to celebrate a win unless you’re there with me

George: i know how wet you get watching your man dominate on the ice

George: tell me, Y/N, how fucking drenched is your pussy right now?

George: actually, don’t tell me. As soon as im back at the hotel you’re gonna answer my facetime call and show me how wet my pretty pink pussy is

George: because that pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it, baby?

All she’d managed to reply was a simple yes, thankful that George insisted on hiring her a car service. Because had she read those messages while driving Y/N certainly would have crashed the car. 

She’s just barely settled against the pillows when her phone lights up with George’s call, and Y/N doesn’t hesitate before she swipes her thumb across the screen to answer. 

“Hi,” she answers breathlessly, a smile tugging at her lips as George appears. 

“Hi baby,” George greets, eyes dragging across the screen to take in every inch of Y/N he can see. She’s still got his jersey on and it makes his already hard cock twitch in his boxers. Just the mere thought of Y/N in their bed, surrounded by the smell of them combined, wet and waiting for George to call was enough to get him going. 

It’s only been two days, but in George’s mind it might as well have been two months with how much he misses Y/N. For the first time in years hockey isn’t the most important thing in his life, the girl smiling at him through the phone is, and that should scare the shit out of George. 

But it doesn’t. 

Because when his hockey career is over he’ll still have Y/N and the family he wants them to build, and George knows that life will be more fulfilling than a lifetime in the NHL could ever be. George used to fear the day he retires, afraid of how empty his life will be without the sport he loves so much. 

Now he can’t wait for the life that’s waiting for him beyond the NHL.

Y/N watches as George settles into his bed, teeth digging into her bottom lip when she gets a flash of his bare chest. 

“My eyes are up here,” George teases, chuckling when her gaze flicks back to his. “I miss you so fucking much, baby.”

The vulnerability in his voice sends a flutter through her tummy. “I miss you too.”

George’s eyes darken at her sultry tone. “Bet that fucking pussy misses me too, doesn’t it, baby?” He uses the hand not gripping his phone to reach down and grab a hold of his cock when Y/N nods in response. “Show me, baby. Show me how much my pussy misses me.”

Y/N lets out a soft moan and her legs immediately spread, knees pressing to the mattress to bare her cunt to the room. She slowly pans the camera down, letting it follow her left hand as it glides down her torso, heading right for where she craves George’s touch. 

“Fuck,” George groans as her pussy comes into view, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Coat your fingers, baby,” he instructs, taking himself in his hand. “Show me how wet they are.”

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as her index and middle finger glide through the wetness gathering between her thighs, just barely letting them brush against her clit. Once she’s coated her fingers she pulls them away from her pussy, twisting them in the dim light so George can see them shine.

“You’re a fucking dream, Y/N.” George starts to slowly stroke his cock, mouth dry from how much he aches to taste her. “All of that ‘cause of me, baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N pants as she rubs her slick fingers over her clit. “Always for you, George. Just thinking about you has me dripping down my thighs.”

“What were you thinking about, baby?”

The look on George’s face as he watches her touch herself pulls a whine from Y/N’s lips, and her cunt clenches around nothing. “Your cock, how good it feels inside of me. How, fuck, how you stretch me out and make me take all of you.”

“Cause that pretty little pussy was made to take me, wasn’t it, baby?” George asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. He’s barely touched himself and yet he already feels embarrassingly close. 

“Yes, George, my whole body was made for you.”

George has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming as he watches Y/N slip a finger into her cunt. Her engagement ring glitters in the low lighting, and it makes him absolutely feral that Y/N is touching herself for him, using the same hand he slid his ring on. Even when he’s hours away part of him is still there, laying claim to his girl. 

“That’s it, baby,” George encourages as Y/N slips another finger into her pussy, her soft moans sending shivers down his spine as he strokes his cock in earnest. “Make yourself cum on your fingers while I watch, baby. Fuck yourself with those dainty little fingers while you pretend it’s my cock.”

It doesn’t take long before Y/N is falling over the edge, her back arching off the bed as George’s name tumbles from her lips. She can barely keep a grip on the phone, but she squeezes hard, wanting George to watch her cum around her fingers. 

“Good fucking girl,” George growls as Y/N brings the camera back up to settle on her face. Her cheeks are flush, breaths coming heavy and the satisfaction of knowing he did that to her without even touching her brings him to the edge. 

The sound of her name falling from George’s mouth as he cums makes Y/N’s clit throb, and if she wasn’t so focused on watching his brows knit together as pleasure overtakes his face she’d probably be bringing herself to another orgasm. 

“George?” Y/N murmurs after a few moments of silence, both of them just smiling softly at the other. 

“Yes baby?”

“Come home soon, please.”

George grins, and he aches to reach out and trace her face. “I’ll always come home to you, Y/N. Always.”

-

Y/N is practically vibrating with excitement. After ten long days of nothing but text messages, phone calls and facetime sex George is finally coming home. She ended up taking the day off, because after barely being able to sit still through her morning meeting Y/N knew there was no chance in hell she’d be getting any work done. 

Because tonight when he gets home, Y/N is finally going to tell George she loves him for real. 

The distance between them has only made her feelings for George grow, and she’s tired of pretending. Even with George on the road he’s made the effort to be there for her, and show her how much he cares, and Y/N is sure this is the right decision.

The sound of her phone ringing practically makes her jump out of her skin, and Y/N answers on the second ring - not even bothering to check who it is. Satan himself could be on the other end and Y/N wouldn’t care less. 

Nothing can bring her down, not today. 

“George?” she answers excitedly. 

“Wrong twin,” Fred chuckles. 

Y/N tries to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Oh, hey Fred.”

“You could at least pretend to be happy it’s me,” he teases. “How’s Chicago?”

“It’s good, weird without George around. How’s everything back home?”

“That’s what I called you to talk about, actually,” Fred starts. “I was just wondering when you planned on coming back?” Y/N fumbles around for an answer, but before she has the chance to find the right words Fred carries on. “I mean I’ve had a great time covering your lessons at the rink, but I’ve kinda been missing my free time, and now that George is Captain and this whole thing can end I was kinda hoping...”

Fred keeps talking but Y/N doesn’t hear any of it. No, she's too focused on those three little words. George is Captain. They seem so small, so insignificant, but it’s as if Fred has just dropped a bomb on her. Her chest feels tight, and it’s like she forgot how to breathe.

“Hang on, back up a second,” she cuts Fred off. “What did you say? George is captain?”

“Yeah?” Fred responds, the confusion he’s feeling clear in his tone. “Morrison is waiting until the first regular season game to announce it, but he told him the other night at that dinner you guys went to.” Fred pauses. “He didn’t tell you.”

No, he didn’t. She has outright asked George what Coach had wanted that night and he looked her in the eyes and lied. 

Again. 

Just like that night in the rink, when she asked what was wrong and he lied to her about needing to focus on hockey. When he took her heart in his hands and smashed it into a million pieces. 

How the fuck has she allowed him to do it again?

“Y/N?” Fred’s voice comes through the phone when she doesn’t say anything. 

“Gotta go,” she responds simply, hanging up the call. 

Y/N was so sure. So fucking sure that George felt the same way as she does. But if he lied to her about being named Captain, the whole fucking reason this charade started in the first place, what else could he be lying to her about?

She’s not sure she’ll survive finding out the answer to that question. 

-

“Honey I’m home!” George calls out when he swings the door open, a frown taking over the smile on his face when he doesn’t find Y/N right there to greet him. He’d broken pretty much every single traffic law in his eagerness to get home to her, so he’s disappointed that she’s not waiting at the door.

“Y/N?” he shouts, shutting the door behind him. 

He can hear shuffling coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment, and when she doesn’t answer George follows it all the way to the bedroom. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, hoping that there’s some kind of sexy surprise waiting for him when he pushes open their bedroom door. 

Except the sight in front of him stops him in his tracks. Because instead of Y/N laying in their bed naked, waiting for him to ravish her, there’s a suitcase open on the bed and Y/N is darting around the room, talking to herself quietly as she collects her belongings and shoves them inside. 

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?”

She finally notices his presence, and Y/N stops for a moment, eyes narrowed as she looks at George. “You tell me,” she seethes, before she goes back to shoving things into her bag. 

“Baby, baby hang on,” George pleads, his confusion evident. He comes into the room, stepping between her and the suitcase so she’s forced to stop packing and look at him. “Talk to me, Y/N. Why are you packing?”

“Why don’t you tell me, Captain?” she spits, and George recoils at the mixture of anger and hurt in her voice. 

“Oh. So you know about that, huh?” George stutters out, his mind reeling to find something to say.

This is not how he intended for this conversation to go. He planned on telling Y/N tonight, he was going to come clean about everything. George planned on taking her to his favorite restaurant, and over dessert he was going to tell her that Coach had made him Captain, and that he wanted to offer her a permanent place in both his heart and his home. He was finally going to tell her that he loves her, and that this arrangement has been anything but fake. 

Now with that plan out the window he’s scrambling over how to fix this. He already lost Y/N once, and he sure is shit doesn’t plan on doing it again. 

“Know that you lied to me? Yeah, I do.”

Y/N shoves past George, her hands shaking as she shoves the last few things into her suitcase. She’d hoped to be gone by the time that George would be back, to save herself the embarrassment of having him watch her fall apart once again. 

After she hung up on Fred Y/N wasn’t really sure what to do, all she knew was she had to get out of Chicago as soon as possible. Everything between them had felt so natural and real, and the thought that it was all just a lie George was putting on made her feel sick to her stomach. Even though she still loves George and deep down she knows she should stay and hear what he has to say, she’s not quite sure she’s ready for that. 

So once she wiped away her tears she booked the next flight out of town and started packing up. This is George’s home, after all. The only claim she had to it was the man standing behind her and she’s not even sure she has a claim on him either. 

“Y/N I promise you, I was going to tell you about the Captain thing. I just wanted to-”

Except she cuts him off. “Wanted to what? Get your dick wet a couple of times before you sent me packing?”

George physically recoils at her words. “No, Y/N. Fuck, that’s not it at all.”

“Well that’s what it feels like.” Y/N zips her suitcase shut and yanks it off of the bed before she turns to look at George. The look of pure heartache on his face nearly brings her to her knees, but she has to stand her ground. “I asked you what Coach wanted that night and you looked me dead in my eyes and lied to me George. Just like you did that night at the rink. And then the next night you got me naked in bed knowing that you were lying to me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“Baby, please,” George pleads as Y/N grabs the handle of her suitcase and storms out of the room. He follows her down the hallway, desperately trying to hold on to her. “Just stop for a second, Y/N please. I can’t fucking think when you’re upset with me like this. Give me a chance to explain, please. Don’t go, baby. Not like this.”

Y/N stops at the front door, one hand on the handle. But she doesn’t open the door, not quite yet. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before she turns to look at George. There are tears streaming down his face, and it takes all of her strength to force the words out of her mouth. 

“Good bye, George. For real this time.”

-

George only returns to their bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, the whiskey flowing through his veins making him numb enough to be in the space that still smells of her. When he crawls into bed he lets the tears that have been gathering flow down his cheeks, his hands desperately reaching for the pillow that still smells like her. 

He hugs it tightly to his chest, smothering his cries into the fabric as he takes a deep inhale of Y/N’s familiar scent. He desperately needs to feel her in his arms again, but the softness of her pillow will have to do.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfic #George Weasley imagine #george weasley fan fiction #George Weasley smut #george weasley fanfiction #Harry Potter au #harry potter fanfiction #gw #golden

[verinarin]

omg i didnt realize u were indonesian!! hiii!!!

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(my ancestors would kill me if they know I write graphic smut for fun)

#☆彡veririnswer

[verai-marcel]

Author Interview

Tagged by the illustrious @a-shakespearean-in-paris

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

125 (my god, so many)

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

507,692

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Used to write for Dragon Ball Z and Red Dead Redemption 2. Now I just write for Baldur's Gate 3.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

One and Only (RDR2)

Getting Into Character (RDR2)

Something New (RDR2)

Know Your Place (RDR2)

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3)

5. do you respond to comments?

Yeah, I try to respond to most of them, although sometimes when it's just one word, I'm not sure what to say, haha.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Midnight Rendezvous, and that one isn't even that angsty because I wrote a sequel to give Arthur x Reader a happy ending, haha.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The majority of my fics have a happy ending (wink wink nudge nudge). But seriously, which would I say has the absolute happiest? Hmmm... Probably The Light That You Shine, which is my only John Marston x Reader fic, strangely enough. I think I put the characters through some shit and they come out very happy at the end.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not that I'm aware of?

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Do I write smut? HAH. I write nothing BUT smut, my dear. Well, with a few exceptions. As for what kind of smut? Not sure how to answer that. I write between canon characters and between canon character & reader, and I've got some OC x OC stuff too. Or is the question more like what genre of smut? I've probably written most kinds (soft & gentle, hard & rough, and everything in between).

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Well. I could lie and say I don't. But unfortunately in high school I wrote a DBZ-Sailor Moon-YYH crossover, and I regret its existence.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But if someone wanted to do it, they have my blessing!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, with the wonderful @shootybangbang

14. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

Hmmmm.... All-time, you say. I'd have to say... probably Vegeta x Bulma. Even after all this time.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a OC x Arthur fic that I really liked making the story for, but it'll forever live as a few drabbles cobbled together. Oh Grace, you'll never get a full fic and I'm sorry.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I know when to summarize plot points so that the story doesn't drag on for too long. Also I've been told that my smut writing is some of the best, for its clarity and hotness. I'll accept that compliment, haha!

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Not descriptive enough at times. The most comments I get on my Google docs from my friends are "elaborate more on this point". Totally fair! And personally, I think I have the writer's equivalent of 'same face syndrome' that some artists have. Like my "reader" character tends to be pretty same-y through a lot of my Arthur x Reader fics...

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If a character is using another language, I try to make sure that there is a reason for it, that it isn't just for flair. For example, if I have a character blurt something out in another language suddenly, then it means they've been thrown off guard and are going back to their first language. Or if two characters are speaking another language together, then they're either hiding something from others, or they grew up that way and are falling back to old habits.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Oof, I had to go back to some archived files to figure this out. Probably Yu Yu Hakusho, back in 1999, although I suspect I had some older fics in the Gundam Wing fandom, but I don't have any digital evidence of them, I think they were on a GW Mailing List from Yahoo, of all places.

20. favourite fic you’ve written?

The one I'm writing right now :D (Your Heart is My Home)

Tagging @shootybangbang @twola @cheesewedge @sad-sweet-cowboah @riskpig

#tag game #author interview #man i've written a lot of stuff #this isn't including the 110k words from my books #also 1999 makes me feel so old

[tj-dragonblade]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @valeriianz, @acedragontype, @hardly-an-escape - thank you! 💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 124

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 374,456

3. What fandoms do you write for? I tend to be a one-fandom-at-a-time writer, so currently that's Sandman. Once in awhile I may dip back to previous fandoms so those would be MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? *Overall (they're all from my Naruto days): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) at 3672; 11 years old Past the Limits at 1225; 12 years old Affirmation at 997; 12.5 years old Worth It at 976; 15 years old Vigil at 821; 11 years old *Current fandom tops, just for fun: Use Your Words at 398; posted last Christmas Insatiable at 357; posted in May Fluffbruary Fills at 351; posted throughout February In the Morning Light at 295; posted in April Built For You at 275; posted in April

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yeah! Seems only polite, and once in awhile conversations can start that way! Pretty sure there are some old comments scattered across some older fics that I missed in the recent years I wasn't really doing fandom, and it seems a little weird to answer them years later, but generally yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had *gasp* actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh. Hmm. A difficult question, when most of my stuff doesn't have plot arcs and most of it is generally happy. Let's go with…the Thessaly Breakup Fic, since there was a plot-like progression of events that were based in angsty pining and culminated in the happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh no, ✨~never~✨. Which is to say yes, I absolutely write smut; I am currently writing more smut than not. Not sure what's meant by 'kind'; the kind I like to read? Hopefully the kind that makes you want a metaphorical cigarette after? I don't usually dip into a lot of the standard things that come to mind when someone says 'kink', but neither would I describe it as 'vanilla' - not the bulk of it, at least.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have two crossovers and one fusion; I guess the Saiyuki crossover where Hakkai acquires Jiipu from Count D's pet shop would be 'craziest'? It's a bit cracky in tone and has a complete disregard for the fourth wall.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I don't recall which ones but I've had (and granted) requests for permission to translate into Chinese and into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was...fun? Not the sort of thing I'd write on my own, and definitely not now. Co-writing again...idk. Would have to be the right timing, right idea, right personality mesh etc.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? ...yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have the love for each of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. Things in Sandman fandom are all still in the 'will-happen' slot of my brain with a 50/50 chance of actually finishing in reality. Going back to previous fandoms? There's the Thor/Bruce fairytale that I want to finish really badly, and the longer fic half-written where I was dipping into ace exploration that still nudges at my brain now and then. Lost all motivation for MCU fandom really fast and these two I think suffered most for that. They deserve to be finished but probably never will. In Naruto, I made the mistake of publishing two chapters of Closure when it wasn't all finished and the rest of it's half-written, but I was never that into the threesome involved and I've only gotten less so as the years have gone on. It's been 10 years since I posted the first chapter and nine since the second, and I still feel bad about it, but. Maybe I update with an explanatory note and just dump the half-written bits with synopsis so that the folks who subscribed and still care can at least see what I intended to do with it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Something I've largely steered clear of after my first fandom. If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal at the time, or any of the Mary Sue thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing was so long ago I just, ergh. Possibly I could be convinced to re-read Bah Humbug without cringing too badly. From Saiyuki, maybe…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…everything's less than a year old I can't pick. But I can say that I wish the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary fic had gotten more attention. As well as the Thessaly Breakup fic. Actually what I wish is that I'd posted them all separately in a series instead of as chapters of a single fic where they all just kind of get lost in the shuffle, I buried some gems.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me into existing posts as needed: @staroftheendless, @chaosheadspace, @academicblorbo, @rainbowvamp, @landwriter, @delta-pavonis

#tagmemes #TJs Writing #laughing at myself for spending the time to link all the fics #when I understand the odds of anyone actually clicking through on them #but they're there regardless

[izzy-b-hands]

laundry is getting done (so izzy cosplay will be available for Halloween tomorrow)

I'm awake

And I'm writing the silliest modern au fic based off my own first trip this month over the GW bridge to get to Queen in Philly (tho notably the only similarity is that the bridge is involved and that they're going to see Queen in Philly, but the setting is really all I needed for the plot to go from random modern au smut to vaguely PWP lmao)

I don't feel good. But I don't feel worse. That's something

#text post #getting caught up on world news too but i don't really want to talk abt that bc i don't feel i should be #im trying to stay up to date and aware and keep reading up on new information i didn't have before but like. #that doesn't mean im informed enough to say anything so im gonna leave it at this bc sometimes our voices dont matter like #especially if we're still working on learning and keeping up like we don't NEED to speak out of turn just to say we spoke at all #plus im going to be spending 8 fuckin hours asking ppl survey questions abt these topics tonight #and getting screamed at for it or forced to listen to random lectures that never stay on topic #and fuck up my call time so then im still not Doing My Job Perfectly and it's a whole fucking thing #...i need more sleep but i gotta be up for now so away to the fic draft go i bc no one needs to see anymore of my emotional rambling

[nikethestatue]

random thought. whenever i read g stans anti elriel arguments it seems that they have never read ANY book before (let alone a romance book) because their arguments are so stupid? they debunk elriel by saying 'its only lust!!!' as if smut/NA books dont exist, 'oh he has feelings for her? he didnt admit that to rhys' as if Romantic Heroes™ admit their feelings before their own book and to someone who isnt their LI, 'hes toxic and abusive and controlling' as if Romantic Heroes™ arent shown to be over-protective in books, 'he hasn't planned anything for their future!!' as if Emotionally Stunted Romantic Heroes™ in books dont fall in love involuntarily and against their judgement, 'his thoughts about her are VULGAR' as if sex and love don't coexist, 'he's just jealous of rhys, cas and lucien he doesn't really want her' as if Jealousy™ and Envy™ isn't the most common thing in romance, 'they (mostly she) don't have enough development to have a book' as if development and progress doesnt happen in their own book itself, 'they are so different from each other' as if Opposites Attract™/Grumpy+Sunshine™/Bad Boy+Good Girl™ aren't the most popular tropes in romance genre (clearly these ppl did not have the 2014 wattpad phase), 'az needs therapy before he can be in a relationship' as if Damaged Romantic Heroes™ arent themost in-demand type of characters since centuries, 'his shadows disappear around her they hate her so no elriel' as if shadows (not just in sjm universe) don't have negative connotations, 'well rhys said no and az have the necklace to gw¥n so elriel isn't happening' as if Forbidden Love™ and Misunderstanding™ arent the OVERLY USED conflicts in books, 'g amuses a and makes him laugh and a looks at her with admiration' almost as if mentor/mentee can't have a cordial relationship w/o romantic connotations just because they are m/f, 'e hasn't rejected the bond so eluci£n is a possibility' again, conflict and why tf will she reject it in her sisters' book, 'they don't have any conversations together, all they do is sit quietly and glance at e/o' as if Slowburn™ and Yearning™ doesn't make the all types of audience go feral, '3 brothers 3 sisters is too cliche and obvious' well let me surprise you by revealing what is the genre of acotar books wait for it hold on wait.....GASP its Romance™! and what is romance genre if not Cliche™ and Obvious™?

DEAR G STANS, READ A DAMN BOOK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!

LITERALLY ANY KIND OF BOOK!!!!

WATTPAD WORKS AS A BEGINNERS GUIDE TOO!!

(im so sorry for such a long rant but i accidentally went to twitter and came across some anti tweets and you can guess how that went my brain is fried from lack of self awareness and sheer stupidity)

I completely agree. These are pretty 'by-the-book' characters and act exactly how you'd expect them to act.

When I was 10, I remember i was completely obsessed with Jane Eyre. It was my favorite book and I read it like 70 times! :) You look at Mr. Rochester and let's see:

Brooding, possessive, domineering, harboring a deep dark secret, suffering, falling madly in love with a young innocent girl, willing to make questionable choices, lie and do everything to get the object of his affection.

And I mean, if you don't want to go back to the classics, then just read freakin' Twilight! LOL

Same thing!

I never understood why this was so 'confusing' to them.

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 8-14 October 2023

Here’s the roundup for October 8th - 14th, 2023!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

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Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@miyurinq

Kiss me and then we have to go https://archiveofourown.org/works/50588215

M/M, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Established Relationship, Fluff and a little smut

Their weekend together was finally approaching.

Quatre couldn't wait because he had prepared some surprises for Trowa.

But as is often the case, not everything goes according to plan.

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/731173535629869056/still-a-babe-duo-at-27

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screenshot

Head Canons/Meta:

@ikuzeminna

https://ikuzeminna.tumblr.com/post/730614730881908736/ai-tries-to-explain-duos-popularity

AI explaining Duo’s popularity

https://ikuzeminna.tumblr.com/post/731153892873764864/ai-tries-to-explain-early-relena-hatred

AI explining Relena hatred

Fandom Discourse:

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Calendar Events:

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Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, October 20th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/731156245000699904/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-october

In need of prompts! (I have no Halloweenie ones left y’all.)

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GW Hallows

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#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #8-14 October 2023

[fromchaos]

i think the hennesssy/liliana/farooq-lane smut i was writing before gw now counts as fix-it fic

#greywaren spoilers