Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, and to those who don’t, I hope your holiday season/break is enjoyable! Love to all of you xxx

me: no, i only have a GEORGE AND GIBSON DESERVED BETTER in my eye

He deserves everything

Finally! I’m so excited!!! 😁❤

Farrier - Alex - Tommy pt. 2 - Collins

alex: kill 2 of us

Request: Hiiiii… I was wondering if you could maybe write a Peter imagine? Maybe one where you comfort him after George dies/gets hurt and he tells you he loves you??? Sorry to bother, I don’t normally request stuff from people A/N: you're not bothering me at all, thanks for requesting :) ----------------- It had been a few days since you had seen your boyfriend and his best friend. It wasn't unusual for him to go on last minute fishing trips with his dad and George, but you were a little worried. You, Peter and George had met a year ago. You went to an all girls school, so you didn't know a lot of boys. But they came home with your brother for a project one day, and the three of you instantly became good friends. Two months ago you and Peter had started dating, much to George's glee. For the weeks to follow, all George could talk about was how he was an expert match maker. Peter and you would just laugh. It was nearing midnight when there was a soft knock on your front door. Your family had gone to bed a while ago, but you were still awake reading a book in front of the fire place. Not wanting your parents to wake up, you set your book down and quickly made your way to the front door. Peeking through the side window, you were surprised to see your boyfriend. "Peter?" You asked, pulling open the front door. When you took a good look at him, you were shocked to see tears making their way down his cheeks. "Love? Are you ok?" "No." He whispered, staring up at you desperately. You instantly took him into your arms, closing the door behind him. You just stood there for a few moments, rubbing his back soothingly. He was crying into your shoulder, soaking the sleeve of your sweater, but you couldn't find it in you to care. You'd never seen Peter like this, it was really scaring you. "What's wrong? What happened?" You murmured gently, moving your hand up to run softly through his hair. "It's George." He told you, pulling you tighter against him. "George? What happened to him?" You asked, voice pitching in concern. "There was an accident on the boat. One of the soldiers on the boat freaked out and pushed George down the stairs. He banged his head when he fell, he-" "Wait a moment, soldier? Why were there soldiers on your boat?" You cut him off, pulling away so you could see his face. "Well, we went to Dunkirk-" "What?!" You exclaimed, before wincing as you realized how loud you had been. Luckily your family stayed sleeping. "Please love, please don't yell at me now. I don't think I could take it." Peter told you, body shaking slightly at his suppressed sobs. "You're right, 'm sorry. What happened after George fell?" You sighed, pulling him back into your arms. "I wrapped up his head cause he was bleeding. And I tried to comfort him, tell him we needed him on deck. But.." He trailed off, voice choking on his cries. Your heart was breaking as you watched him struggle, knowing his next words weren't going to be good. "But what?" "He's never going to be able to see again." Peter told you, breaking out into fresh tears. "Oh my god." You murmured, subconsciously squeezing his waist tightly. "Poor George." "It's all my fault!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away from you suddenly. He looked so guilty as he stood in front of you, pulling at his hair. "I shouldn't have let him come! I knew how dangerous it was, I should have protected him! He's so naive sometimes, he just wants to help. And I knew that, and I still let him come with us. I should ha-" "Peter Dawson, you stop that right now!" You snapped, shaking your boyfriends shoulders slightly. He froze, turning his eyes toward you and watching you intently. "None of this is your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself. George would slap you if he could hear you right now." You scolded, a serious look on your face. "But-" "Stop! You know I'm right. I don't want to hear it Peter. You're just being stupid." He was watching you with his mouth agape, but you could see your words were affecting him. "George is alive Pete, he's going to be ok. He's still going to be the same goofy George we know and love. He's not going to want you to blame yourself or pity him. So you're gonna have to get rid of that attitude right now! We're at war Pete! People get hurt and people die. But we still have him, we still have each other. And god damn it that's more than we could ever hope for." Peter blankly stared at you for a few minutes following your speech, before he snapped out of it and hastily pulled you into his arms. "Thank you darling." He mumbled against your hair, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. "That's what I'm here for." You told him, kissing his cheek fondly. "Now let's go get you to bed, you must be exhausted. We'll go see George in the morning." He allowed you to lead him up to your room, quietly tiptoeing through the long hallway. You quickly gave him a pair of your brothers old shorts and an oversized tee shirt. He thanked you, heading to the bathroom to change. You threw on a nightgown before grabbing a pillow and spare blanket. Peter stared at you in confusion when he came back, eyeing the things in your arm. "I'm going to go sleep on the couch." You explained, shrugging your shoulders. You'd never slept in the same bed as him, so you weren't sure if he'd be comfortable. "Can't you just stay with me? Please?" He asked, stepping towards you and taking the pillow and blanket from your hands. "If your sure." You whispered, letting him lead you to the bed. You climbed in after him, pulling his head against your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, quietly humming a soft tune. His body relaxed against yours, sighing in content. "Y/N?" He asked, voice already heavy with sleep. "Hmm?" You murmured, not wanting to break the serenity of the moment. "I love you." Peter whispered, causing your heart to flutter. It was the first time either of you had said it, but you knew he meant it regardless. "I love you too."