I’ll Let You Have Sex With Me - Vinnie Hacker

Heyyy I was wondering if you could write a gc fic about y/n being on her period and she is having really bad cramps. George would defo be so nice and offer to cuddle and try to comfort her when she is in pain 😊😊

the way i’m literally on my period rn with the WORST pain ☹️

after 22 years on earth, she thought she'd have found a way to deal with the pain that her periods always caused. it's always the worst few days of her life whenever it comes and george absolutely hates seeing her in pain when he can't do much to help.

she's at her flat, not wanting to annoy the boys with her mood swings and breakdowns, curled on the sofa hugging a hot water bottle. a platform roulette video playing on the tv to try and distract her from the cramps, but to no avail, her discomfort making it difficult to concentrate on anything.

the sound of keys in the door makes her smile, knowing it's george since he has his own set, praying he’s brought chocolate. the smile widens when she sees a waitrose bag in his hand, confirming her hopes.

"hi baby, still feeling rotten?" he asks, handing her the bag with a kiss to her forehead, "cramps?"

"mhm, they're really bad today." she nods with a pout as george starts redoing her hot water bottle since it’s now cold, "thank you for coming over."

"it's okay darling, wanna look after you." he reassures, giving her a sympathetic smile while she watches what he's doing.

he gives her the new hot water bottle and she gets up, asking him to lie down so she can lay in between his legs. once they're both comfortable, she lets out a content sigh, feeling at ease for the first time all day. the tablets have finally kicked in, and combined with the hot water bottle and george's hands rubbing her stomach, the pain is subsiding.

"can you pass me the bag, please?" he picks it up off the floor, letting her grab the chocolate bar before placing it back down, "thank you, you're the best."

"yea, i know," she turns in his hold, giggling at him while eating a piece of chocolate, "it's my job to look after you. you know? as the world's best boyfriend 'n all."

playfully rolling her eyes, she stretches to give him a few quick kisses while his hands stroke her back in a relaxing manner. her cheek is now pressed against his chest, with the hot water bottle on her lower back and arms wrapped around his middle.

she turns and faces the back of the sofa while the tv continues to play in the background, its brightness harsh on her eyes in contrast to the darkness of her living room. george pulls the blanket off the back of the sofa to cover them both, his heartbeat beginning to lull her into some much-needed sleep.

"go to sleep sweetheart, promise i'll be here when you wake up." he whispers into her hair, stroking it out of her face.

"i love you." she mumbles into his shirt, pulling the blanket over her a bit more.

"i love you too."

a/n sorry it’s short, also not proofread <33

Hiiiiii ❤️❤️

Would you be up for writing any George Clarke fics about labour or birth???

here you go lovely <3

if you had to describe your labour in three words they would be long, painful and frustrating.

baby girl clarkey had clearly found your uterus an enjoyable place to live the past nine months. you were nine days overdue when your water broke and throughout labour, she seemed to be refusing to descend. in an attempt to lessen the pain and quicken the process, the midwife recommended a birthing ball. you nodded, hoping gravity would do its job. you were also grateful for anything that would provide you with some relief. george carefully guided you to sit on the ball since he wanted to be useful in any way he could. a tired smile was thrown his way and he felt like crying seeing how much pain you were in.

"i'm so incredibly proud of you my love. it won't be long till we get to meet our babygirl," he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and moves behind you to redo your hair, "i hope she looks like you."

"why?" you questioned, sensing the start of yet another contraction.

"cause you're beautiful."

"you're so cheesy." george's jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

he started massaging your back as you concentrated on breathing through another contraction. the midwife kept checking your progress and her heartbeat and after what seemed like days, she finally said the words you were so excited and yet so scared to hear.

"alright y/n, it's time to push. let's have this baby." you turned to look at george, a terrified expression on your face.

"baby, you can do this. everyone knows it." he gave you a reassuring smile.

the midwife and george went to help you up off the ball to the bed before you stopped them, "wait, i want george there. on the bed i mean. behind me."

in a matter of seconds, he was on the bed after getting the midwife's nod of approval and removing his shoes and jumper. before the need to push hit, you got comfortable, laying against george's chest. screaming, crying, and lots of encouraging words filled the next few minutes. you gripped george's hands tightly as each contraction came and pushed hard until the sound you had been waiting months to hear filled the room.

your beautiful baby girl's cry.

she was placed on your chest, and a rush of overwhelming love and relief flooded over you. tears filled your eyes as you took in every detail of her. her tiny fingers and toes. her nose which she definitely got from you. everything about her was perfect. george, who was also crying, kissed your shoulder and stroked his baby girl's cheek.

"she's so perfect," he whispered, "i'm so, so, so proud of you. i love you."

BONUS

(i was gonna just end it there but i wanted to include telling the boys so have this)

you were in love with her, and both of you were enjoying and starting to adjust to life as a family of three, even if it had only been a few hours. labour had exhausted you but you seemed too overwhelmed with emotions to be able to sleep. you also hadn't had time to since both your families had arrived, wanting to meet the newest addition and check up on you both.

"george?" he hummed in acknowledgment, still enamored with his baby girl.

"you wanna facetime chris and them lot?" his head popped up at the question, moving from the side of the cot to sit by you on the bed.

"you sure? i don't want it to be too much. and i was quite enjoying our baby bubble." he brushed a piece of hair from your face, scanning your face for any sort of hesitance.

"me too," you agreed, "but i think they'll notice something's off when you don't go to the flat to watch the match tonight."

"well, i was still gonna go," he had a cheeky smirk on his face, watching for your reaction, to which you raise your eyebrows, "i'm joking. yea okay, let's facetime them."

george grabbed his phone and face timed chris, knowing the rest of the group will already be there for the match. the phone rang for a few seconds before he answered.

"alright mate?" chris asked, before realising george wasn't on his way like he thought he would be, "where are you? we're all waiting for you."

"uh, i actually won't make it tonight. something's come up. who's there anyway?" shouts of disappointment came from the other end of the phone and you couldn't help but quietly laugh.

"literally everyone. mr television, mr hill, chip, will, cal. you know the rest, do i have to name everyone? it's the boys." george cringed at that, knowing chris only says it to wind him up.

"chris, just shut up. can you put the phone somewhere please, i need everyone to be able to see me," you both watched as the phone was placed on the table and everyone filtered into shot one by one, "also, can someone please record this on their camera if they have it with them?"

you grabbed george's hand, knowing he was nervous, and nodded at him as though to ask if he was ready since you could hear some of the boys asking what was going on. he passed the phone to you, earning more looks of confusion before chip spoke up.

"y/n, we love you but what's with the teasing. we have a game to watch." you rolled your eyes, feeling the bed dip from george having just brought over your baby girl.

you couldn't contain your smile, "we have a surprise." you turned the camera to george, who was cradling your daughter in his arms.

the other end of the phone was silent for a few moments before they erupted into cheers.

"will, you owe me fifty quid." cal cheered, turning to him with a hand out expectantly.

"hang on a minute, you guys were betting on when i'd give birth?" you gasped as they all nodded their heads.

"you were nine days past your due date y/n. it was only a matter of time." will confirmed, handing cal his money.

"congratulations though guys, she's gorgeous. does she have a name yet?" arthur tv asked, as they all quieted down waiting.

you glanced at george, who nodded, knowing you had your heart set on a name, "yea. this is isla."

questions came one after the other from the boys, but george knew you were tired and isla needed to be fed. dad mode was evidently activated.

"guys calm down. we'll answer the questions when we see you but for now, you have a match to watch and we have a baby to feed. we just wanted you to know she was here." you all said goodbye to each other before the call ended, allowing you to go back to your own little bubble.

"we did it." you whispered, staring at the tiny little girl who somehow looked even smaller in george's arms.

"we did."

Please can we get some george fluff/smut??

of course, sorry it's taken so long <3

work was killing you. the hours, the workload, it was all becoming too much and you felt like you hadn't seen george in weeks. so when you got to his apartment and kicked off your shoes, appreciating the feeling of carpet under your feet, you knew you just needed george.

it was unusually quiet, the sound of laughter and the boy's voices being absent. instead, you were met with an empty kitchen and living room, so you headed to his room, figuring he'd probably be at his desk editing.

which is exactly where he was.

"george?" you said softly, catching his attention as he turned his head, taking off his headphones.

"hey, how was work?" the question was simple enough, but it made you want to cry.

"it was awful george. it was such a long day. i just wanted to come and see you. missed you so much." tears were threatening to fall and george was quick to stand up and wrap his arms protectively around you, kissing the top of your head.

"i'm sorry you had such a bad day darling, can i do anything to make it better?" george asked, deciding to leave the editing until tomorrow and focus completely on you.

"i'm gonna go shower. join me?" you replied, and by your tone of voice and the tiredness evident on your face, he knew it wouldn't be that kind of shower, but he didn't care.

"of course, i'll wash your hair if you want?" george suggested.

giving him a nod in response and a quick peck on his lips, you made your way to his bathroom and started the shower, the hot water instantly relaxing your muscles as soon as you got in.

george joined a few minutes later, pulling you into him and letting you rest your weight against him while he ran his fingers up and down your back. the silence between you both was more than welcomed, a stark contrast to the constant noise and arguments you'd dealt with all day.

"you okay?" he whispered when you rested your chin on his chest, staring up him with a soft smile on your lips.

"thank you," george furrowed his brows in confusion, not knowing what you were thanking him for, "thank you for always knowing what to say to make me feel better and dropping whatever you're doing to make sure i'm okay. i really don't deserve you. i love you."

the way those last three words slipped off your tongue so easily made george's heartbeat speed up.

the ones he'd never felt the need to say to anyone other than his family and close friends.

the ones that neither of you had said to each other yet.

the ones that he'd wanted to tell you for so long.

"george?"

he hummed in acknowledgment as he stared back at you, needing to process your words.

"if you don't want to say it back yet that's fine. i don't want you to say it just because i did. but i wanted you to know that i do. i love you." you grew nervous from his silence, going to unwrap your arms from around him and get on with your shower, but he only tightened his arms around you and captured your lips in a kiss.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to tell you that i love you y/n." he said as he swore to himself he was never going to forget this moment, smile never once leaving his face.

relief flooded over you, your nerves disappearing as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"why didn't you?"

"i was scared," george admitted, "it sounds stupid i know. but i think it's because i've not been in a serious enough relationship where i felt the need to tell someone i love them. with you i felt something was different. and i was right. i love you."

"i love you too george clarke."

a/n hope you enjoyed this! i went with fluff cause i'm hopefully going to post some smut in the next few days <3 (i didn't really know how to end this, sorryyyy)

giving some much needed love to the nice evan peters characters 💕

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these pics of joe keery… that’s it. that’s the post.

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Heyy x can we get some George fluff about him feeling the baby kick,i feel like this would be so cute 😭😭

this is so cute!

your pregnancy makes george the happiest man alive but also a nervous wreck, overanalysing every reaction you have or situation you're in.

you're both laying on the sofa when it first happens. your back against his chest, leaning against him while one of his hands rests on your small bump, the other on your thigh.

"and then becky- woah." your eyes widen as you feel what you think is a light kick, instantly grabbing george's hand.

"woah what? are you okay? what happened?"

"did you feel that? baby just kicked me i swear." as you start to lightly press on your bump, a grin spreads over george's face and he starts recording on his phone to save the milestone.

"oh my god, i wanna feel. let me talk to him," you raise your eyebrows at george, who keeps insisting baby clarke is a boy, even though neither of you know the gender, "hey baby, as much as i love mum i need you to kick her again for me please. just don't hurt her."

"wait that worked, i can feel them moving. put your hand here." a few seconds later, there's another kick right where george is applying pressure.

and another.

and another.

"you've really woken up now huh?" you laugh at the comment and george rests his chin on your shoulder, repeatedly pressing light kisses across it, "this is mental."

"i know, i'm so excited to meet you sweetheart," you continue rubbing your bump and turn your head to look at george, "i love you george."

"i love you too darling."

and now ever since the baby kicked, george insists he has to have his hands on your bump whenever you're around, just in case they kick again.

requests are open guys <33 also if anyone has sent in a request that hasn't been done please resend it as tumblr has been deleting them even though i've had a notification </3

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tapping my foot waiting for all the lando first win smut fics to be written