A Bad Day [georgenotfound]

a bad day [georgenotfound]

pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: you've had a really bad day, and only your boyfriend can fix it.

wc: 1.2k

anon asked: “George x female reader, reader has a sore back and gets a massage from George.”

a/n: i am the ceo of getting carried away and this kinda didn't follow the prompt too well. sorry nonnie, hope u don't mind!

tw: implied nudity, bathing together. not sexual! also bad writing? i dont rly like this one but i hope someone will!

you know those days? the days where every little possible detail seemingly goes wrong. it starts simple, with the optimism it can only get better from here, but thing after thing proves you wrong, until the day has weighed down on you completely.

you were having one of those days, to put it lightly. your alarm didn’t go off when it should, a written draft of yours at work didn’t save, the coffee you picked up was made completely wrong, the microwave broke and you were forced to eat your lunch cold, just to name a few things that set you off today. to top it all off, a downpour had washed over london and you were forced to walk home, shivering and soaked to the bone.

when you finally stepped foot in your apartment, you sluggishly dropped everything at the door, kicking the pile of dripping items to the side and kicking off your shoes. usually after work, you neatly put everything away, before stopping by george’s office to kiss his cheek and ask him about his day, spending a few minutes together before leaving to make dinner. today however, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

dragging your feet, you stumbled straight to your shared bedroom, closing the door with a harsh slam. you quickly stripped out of your work attire, lazily grabbing one of george’s hoodies and flopping down on the mattress. tears pricked at the edges of your vision, overwhelmed with the events of the day.

george was sitting in his office, headphones on, editing a main channel video. he’d already been teased enough by his friends for putting it off for so long, and wanted nothing more to finish and upload it so they would get off his back about it. it was going well, and he told himself he’d take a break once you got home, your daily routine was special to him: with his insane work and sleep schedules, he hardly saw you as much as he wanted.

so when he checked the time to see you should’ve been home almost half an hour ago, a frown crossed his expression and he quickly saved his progress, leaving his office in search of his lover. “love? are you home?” george called, wandering the halls. he came to a stop in front of your closed bedroom door, gently knocking and opening the door slowly, as to not startle you.

the sight in front of him broke his heart.

you had collapsed messily on the bed,and your body was shaking as silent cries left your lips. george quickly made his way over to you, kneeling next to you on the floor. “hey, hey. what’s wrong?” he muttered, gently carding a hand through your damp hair. you didn’t answer, just gazing at him with tired, red puffy eyes. he frowned, placing a feather light kiss to your forehead. george wasn’t the best at comforting anyone, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to make his partner feel better.

george stood, earning a small whine of disapproval from you. he smiled slightly, grabbing one of your hands and running his thumb over your knuckles. “i’ll be right back. gonna run you a bath, alright?” he offered, and you nodded, letting go of his hand and allowing him to leave.

he was swift in preparing your bath, running the water warm and adding your favourite salts and all. he made his way back to you, beckoning you to sit up. you did so hesitantly, and he opened his arms, allowing you to fall not-so- graciously against his chest and bury yourself there. he chuckled at this, rubbing soothing circles into your back. he let you rest for a moment, before standing slowly, bringing you up with him. with an arm slung around your shoulder, he guided you to the bathroom.

george stood facing you, smiling softly. “lift your arms for me?” he mumbled, and you did so, allowing him to pull the hoodie off of your skin. you shrugged off your undergarments, allowing george to help you slide into the tub. you sighed in relief as your skin hit the water, relaxing as best you could. george moved to give you some privacy, but you grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“join me?” you asked, tiredly. he hesitated, but sighed and began shedding his clothes in a pile along with yours. you slid forward, allowing him to slide in behind you, and you leaned your head back on his shoulder, content.

you sat there in peace for a few minutes, before george placed his hands on your shoulders and guided you to sit up, thumbs gently pressing into your shoulder blades as he searched for the tense knots in your back, putting pressure and drawing small circles over them as he helped relieved the tension in your muscles from a long day.

you sighed in bliss, allowing george to continue as you finally felt completely relaxed. every few moments, he would pause his actions and instead place a small kiss on your shoulder blade, the two of you simply basking in each other's presence.

though he constantly apologized for “not knowing what to say” when you were upset, he never failed to amaze you. his actions spoke volumes, and he didn’t need to say a word. just being near him made your day a thousand times better.

“i love you, george.” you mumbled, barely audible. had you not been so close to each other, george wouldn’t have heard you at all. he smiled though, placing one more kiss on the back of your neck, this one lingering a bit longer. he pulled away, reaching for the shampoo, and holding it in front of him so you could see it.

“may i?” he asked politely, you nodded and the next half an hour was spent with george massaging your scalp and rinsing the suds from your hair, as you washed your body. much to your dismay, the water was running cold, and george stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. he grabbed another, holding it open for you to step into. you sighed as you stood, hissing at the cold and gladly allowing him to wrap the fabric around you.

he guided you back to your shared bedroom, picking out one of your favourite hoodies (it was his, obviously) and sliding it over your frame, pulling the hood off of your head and leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. he threw on some sweats of his own, sending you a small smirk. “i’ll get the snacks, you pick the movie?” he offered, and you paused,

“wait.” you frowned. “i have to make dinner.” you pouted, and george waved you off dismissively.

“we’ll just order something. don’t worry about it, love.” he assured, slipping out to the kitchen to grab some things to munch on. you sighed, a loopy smile on your face as you pulled out your laptop, picking out a random movie from your recommendations.

he returned shortly after, climbing on the bed and opening his arms for you to position yourself comfortably next to him. his hand ran up and down your arm gently as the movie began to play, and before long, your eyelids began to feel heavy. you tried to fight it, but within minutes you were fast asleep, the lulling background sound of the movie and george's featherlight touches sending you into a peaceful slumber.

everyone had bad days, but at least you had an amazing boyfriend who would always be there to cheer you up. you couldn’t ask for anything better.

touch [reggie]

word count: 2.0k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst?? but its me so who's shocked

a/n: omg its been so long since i’ve written a request, i hope you like it! (also im sorry but i cant bring myself to proof read this LOL)

requested by anon: Okay so a Reggie x reader (or a platonic!band x reader), where she can obviously see them but hasn't ever touched them and is scared of the possibility that she can't. Reggie kinda tries but she usually dodges in just in case. One day theyre (or theyre all) messing about and he (or they) realise they can and start a tickle/wrestling fight? Just really fluffy and wholesome? Thank youuuuu 

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being in a relationship with a ghost was weird. extremely weird. there was no touching - at all. no hand holding, no kissing, no cuddling. though you longed to be able to have physical contact with your boyfriend, being with reggie was more than enough. he was sweet, caring and to your great dismay, very clingy.

hanging out with reggie constantly wasn’t the issue. you’d spend an eternity with him if you could. it was the way he reached out to give you a hug, or a kiss on the cheek - and you’d have to dodge him every time. you always brushed it off with a sneeze or a lame excuse; he didn’t ever seem to notice anyways, and if he did, he never said anything. you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him touch you.

you saw how luke was with julie. he tried to reach out to her (many times, actually) and he’d watch his limb pass right through her body. you figured it had to be the same for everyone, ghosts are ghosts. they’re made of air, and cannot physically be touched.

as much as you had the curiosity to check, just to make sure you really couldn’t touch them - you couldn’t bear it if you’d tried it only to be met with disappointment. the constant reminder your boyfriend wasn’t really there with you, and never would be - because he was dead.

it was an average day listening to the band rehearse some of their new songs, and you were sitting on the couch with flynn working on some schoolwork. you were just finishing up your joint efforts on the math homework as the song came to a close. you smiled up at the guys, clapping along with flynn at the insane progress they and julie had been making.

“sounds great guys.” you complimented, beginning to pack up your supplies. it was getting late, and though you wished you could spend the rest of the night listening to them play, you had a family to get back to and responsibilities to tend to.

“are you leaving already?” a voice peaked over your shoulder, and you jumped back, holding a hand over your heart. you rolled your eyes when you realized it was just reggie, but shook your head with a smile.

“one of these days reg, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” you sighed, throwing your school bag over your shoulder. “and yeah, i gotta bounce. told the fam i’d be home for dinner.” you shrugged, and he pouted, but nodded.

he went to reach for a hug, and you noticed - quickly spinning and walking around him as if you hadn’t noticed. you watched as he crossed his arms a little awkwardly, but you smiled and blew him a small kiss, before leaving the garage and heading home.

an awkward silence followed, and reggie quickly picked up on the fact everyone was watching him. “what?” he asked, turning frantically. “is there something on my face?”

“bro, what was that?” flynn asked, and everyone (save for reggie) tensed.

“what was what?” reggie was very obviously confused, had something happened he missed?

luke sighed, looking around to everyone who quickly turned away, realizing he was left with the responsibility of explaining. he slowly walked over to reggie and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “reggie, have you noticed y/n’s been a bit.. dodgy recently?” he struggled to word his phrase, and julie and flynn mumbled a sound of disapproval before flynn marched over, never being one to shy away from telling the truth.

“listen close. i don’t know why, but y/n’s been dodging you. like physically won't touch you. at all. like, ever. haven’t you noticed?” she gave her signature ‘duh’ look, and reggie frowned, thinking back to every time he’d tried to make a physical move with her, only to realize flynn was right.

“why won’t she let me touch her?” reggie wondered aloud, and alex gave him a sad smile from across the room.

“reggie, we’re ghosts. we can’t touch them. she’s probably scared of you going through her or something. it’s not like any relationship she’s had ever.” he explained gently, and reggie felt like he’d been stabbed in the heart. had him being a ghost really upset her that much? without another word, reggie ‘poofed’ out of the room.

he stood outside the front of your house, pacing nervously back and forth. he desperately tried to sort out his thoughts, ultimately giving up and deciding he needed to talk this out with you before he drove himself crazy. he teleported himself outside your bedroom door, swallowing his nerves before lifting his hand to knock - momentarily forgetting he was a ghost. his arm - as he should have expected - went right through the door, and in his off-guard state, he fell directly through the door.

he expected to hit the ground with a thud, but instead he heard a small squeak of surprise and landed on something much softer than he anticipated. said thing started groaning in pain, and it took reggie another second to realize it was you. he quickly pushed himself off, offering you his hand. you took it without a second thought, helping yourself to your feet when you looked up and processed who was in front of you. who was touching you.

“reggie?” you whispered, purely shocked. he frowned at you, before following your gaze to your interlocked hands. your hands that weren’t passing through one another. “reggie.” you stated again, a smile slowly tugging at your lips as the two of you came to terms with what you were experiencing. you could physically touch him.

“wha- how?” he stuttered, but neither of you knew how to answer so you simply shrugged, eyes trained on your hand clasped in his. you stood in silence for a moment, before coming to reality and looking up at him, quickly dropping your hands and surging forward, capturing him in a tight embrace. he stumbled, laughing in response but held you just as tightly. he swayed the two of you gently, and you couldn’t help but let the pooling tears fall and a few sniffles escaped your lips.

“are you crying?” he whispered, though unlike the typical reggie, there was no sign of sarcasm or teasing tone. it was purely soft and caring, the side of him that reggie only shared with you.

“can you blame me?” you replied, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye. he chuckled, shaking his head gently. you hesitantly raised your hand, caressing his cheek and smiling as you watched his face reddened in response. reggie gently kissed your palm before moving your hand, then leaning in so you were almost touching noses.

“can i kiss you?” he asked, and you smiled brightly, nodding enthusiastically before he closed the distance between the two of you. you pulled away for air, and reggie let out a low whistle, earning a slap from you along with a quiet giggle. “man, why haven’t we done that sooner?” he exclaimed, and you suddenly remembered all your fears, and shrugged.

reggie sensed the change in mood, and frowned. he hadn’t realized what he said, but thinking it over, he suddenly remembered why he had come in the first place. he grabbed your hand, pulling you onto your bed and sitting you down next to him. you fiddled with your fingers nervously, knowing you couldn’t avoid what was coming next.

“i actually had a reason for coming here today.” reggie spoke quietly, his gaze directed at the wall in front of him. “luke mentioned you’ve been acting dodgy.” you shot him a look, and he recalled flynn’s (far better) explanation. “every time i’ve tried to touch you in any way, you moved or found a way around it. i just want to know.. why?”

you hadn’t realized how hurtful it must be from reggie’s end until you heard his voice break as he tried to rationalize your avoidance. you sighed, hanging your head. “i was scared.” you admitted after a moment, seeing reggie turn your way out of the corner of your eye. “i was scared that i’d get my hopes up and then i’d have to be reminded you're not alive all over again. do you know how many times i’ve dreamt of touching you? holding you, kissing you.. i couldn’t risk having it thrown in my face just to realize we could never have that relationship. it’s all i’ve ever wanted with you.”

a long silence followed, you sitting with tear-stained cheeks and reggie deep in thought. it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t quite comfortable either. finally he turned to you, without hesitation pulling you into his chest and holding you close, lovingly stroking your hair. you cried a bit in relief, holding onto the fabric of his shirt tightly. the two of you sat until you calmed, and then you laid down, motioning for reggie to do the same. you comfortably positioned yourself and he did the same, wrapping his arms around you and began humming the tune of ‘edge of great’. you felt your eyes fluttering shut, and soon you fell asleep to the soothing sound of reggie's voice and the rise and falling of his chest.

reggie had an itch on his back, and he cursed himself silently. he shifted his body to scratch, brushing his hand over your stomach ever so slightly and feeling you flinch in response. he froze at this, but realized you were still asleep and continued on. when he attempted to shift back into his original position, he somehow managed to poke your side, feeling you flinch again. his eyes widened when he realized: you were extremely ticklish. and he could touch you now.

he knew he’d probably regret it later, but he gently slid out from underneath your frame, before rubbing featherlight touches over your skin, causing you to roll back and forth slightly. you began mumbling incoherently in protest, and he could tell you were waking up. he began actualling tickling you, and your thrashing got more and more intense until you shot awake with a squeal, attempting to fight him off. at this point he smirked, throwing a leg over you so he was straddling you and got a better angle for his attack.

he kept this up until you surrendered and were struggling for air, laughing uncontrollably. he smirked, rolling off of you and laying back down, arms open for you to resituate yourself against him.

“absolutely not!” you pouted, huffing. “you really just went out of your way to wake me up from a nap to tickle me. not cool reg.” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away, feigning dramatic effect.

he frowned, thinking you were actually upset. “oh c’mon y/n, i’m sorry! i just got really excited - i’m literally touching my girlfriend for the first time! please don’t be mad at me!” he pleaded, his natural puppy dog eyes pulling you out of your acting.

“fine. but you better cuddle the shit out of me to make up for this.” you smirked, and he smiled brightly, reaching for you and pulling you against him once more. looking back, you understood your reasoning, but you realized if you’d only talked it through with reggie, you could’ve gotten way more cuddles and way more kisses. you pouted at the thought, and reggie gave you a questioning look as to say ‘what’?

“nothing. just upset we waited so long for this.” you sighed, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“guess we’re going to have to be doing a lot of this to make up for lost time then?” he teased. you nodded, a yawn slipping through your lips. you snuggled into him further, allowing sleep to consume you once more, and there was only one thing on reggie’s mind, and it was that he couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten.

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forever & always [reggie]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

warnings: pure angst. there's no happy ending.

a/n: i just finished jatp this morning and was feeling angsty so here u go. also haven't written anything in months so pls be nice !

request: n/a

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25 years. that’s how long they’d sat in the black abyss, nothing but the sound of alex’s cries filling the void they’d known as death. reggie couldn’t believe it. he should be worried about his afterlife, he knows that, but only one thing was on his mind. her.

y/n. the girl he was set on marrying. he hadn’t proposed yet, of course - they were only 17. still, he was sure she was the one. after everything they’d been through, he couldn’t see himself being with anyone else. they were each other’s, completely. and they were supposed to have their entire lives together.

that night, she was waiting at the venue for his return - at the orpheum. of course she was there, she was always his biggest cheerleader. the thought brought tears to his eyes. his precious y/n had to live 25 years without him - and the worst part was that she probably moved on. 

the thought of her with someone else made him feel like he was dying all over again, but he had to know. for his sanity, he just had to make sure she was okay.

he waited until he could sneak away unnoticed, and to his luck, luke had snuck off to visit his parents and alex had left to go hang out with willy - leaving him alone. he sucked in a breath, attempting to calm himself before teleporting outside of her old place. 

much to his delight, it hadn’t changed all that much from what he’d known it to be, aside from a few additional paint scratches here and there. his eyes took in every inch of the familiar scene, though a light on in one of the top floor windows caught his attention. though normally he would find it rude to intrude, his mind was clouded with the thought of her, and her only.

teleporting into the room without a second thought, he felt tears spring to his eyes. there she was, in all her beauty. y/n. his y/n. only an older version of the girl he loved. a sharp pang washed over him at the realization that this was what his future was supposed to be, with her. the one he’d never get to experience.

she looked so content, gently bobbing her head to the music playing from her laptop as she folded some laundry. even through blurred tears, he couldn’t help but watch her in pure awe. only she could make such a mundane task look so appealing.

a sudden idea popped into his head, and before he could think logically, he walked over to the computer and pulled up a performance on youtube of julie and the phantoms. she was far too distracted to notice, until the song she was listening to abruptly changed to something she didn’t recognize.

reggie watched her sit up straighter, the confusion evident on her face. he watched as she glanced around the room, before turning to the computer screen. her eyes danced over the title of the video, and she mouthed the words as she read. reggie smiled at this - it was an old habit of hers, and it brought him comfort. some things really never change.

she pulled out the desk chair, pausing to watch the video, her curiosity clearly sparked. reggie watched anxiously as julie’s solo came to an end, cueing the arrival of the three boys she once knew. 

he held his breath as he flashed onto the screen, and he watched as she instantly tensed, her hand flying to the spacebar to pause the video. she furiously rubbed her already teary eyes, swallowing hard as she studied the screen in front of her.

“regg?” her voice broke, and another jolt hit his heart. he reached out, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, even if she couldn’t feel it. at contact, however, he felt her shiver, and immediately sit up straight. she hesitantly turned her head, and looked right at him. or rather, right through him. somehow though, he knew, she knew he was there.

“reggie?” her voice was softer now, almost inaudible. “are you there?” reggie nodded, attempting to wipe away the tears falling down her cheeks - only for his hand to pass right through her body. he sighed, looking around for something he could use to tell her he was there. 

his eyes widened when he looked back to the computer, quickly reaching over and typing into the youtube search bar the words ‘sunset curve’.

a sob escaped her lips, slipping out of the chair and onto her knees on the hardwood floor. reggie couldn’t bear the sight anymore, and slid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. 

he could’ve sworn she felt his presence, because in the next second her hand was grasped on her arm directly where his was placed a moment prior. it was only a few minutes later when he noticed she was mumbling.

“why’d you have to eat that stupid hotdog, regg? why? it’s not fair. you died so young, and you left me. why’d you have to leave me?” her words were jumbled and mixed with the hot tears, but every word reggie heard loud and clear. each was like a fresh stab to the heart, because she was right - he left her and the life they had behind. it wasn’t his choice, of course. but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

an idea occurred to him, and he quickly teleported back to the garage, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. he quickly scribbled a note and jumped back, unsurprisingly seeing her in the same position as before, though her tears had slowed slightly. he gently slid the note in front of her, watching as she looked up, and shakily pulled it towards her. she sighed, before beginning to read it out loud.

“dear y/n,

i’m sorry. i wish things had gone differently - we all do.

i want you to know it’s okay. i’m okay. i’m with the guys still - luke and alex - that is. you probably knew that. you also know i’m not great with words.

we joined a new band - julie and the phantoms. the group i played for you. it’s so strange - when we play, people can see us! but when we stop, we’re invisible. isn’t that crazy?”

she laughed at this, and shook her head. reggie smiled, desperately trying to permanently imprint the sound in his mind.

“anyways, enough of my rambling. please remember i am so proud of you angel. never stop being you, for my sake if anything.

i love you. you and me, forever and always.

love, reggie”

he watched as she clung to the letter, a sad smile on her face as she lifted her gaze directly towards him. “forever and always, reg.” she whispered, and he choked out a sob, repeating the words back to her.

he stood, looking down at her one final time before coming to terms with the fact he couldn’t see her again. it physically hurt him to be near her, knowing this is everything he had wanted in his life that he would never get the chance of having. he leaned down, leaving one last lingering kiss on her forehead before he turned and muttered the dreaded words. “goodbye, y/n.”

and with that, he left behind the woman he so dearly loved.

only just missing her whisper back a small “goodbye, reggie.” in return.

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reggie

￫ forever & always

￫ reggie’s girl , reggie’s girl 2 

￫ touch

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