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Also! Part two of this is in the works and expect it to be out Wednesday or sooner.

How You Meet || George Miller x Reader Imagine (Filthy Frank)

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse

This was it. This was the last time that you had let Riley hit you. Of course, it had taken you getting knocked down and put damn near the brink of comatose, but you were done. He was on his fourth beer while you were packing your fifth shirt, the bedroom the two of you usually shared was now locked, with only you on the inside.

Riley and you had spent three years together, you started dating your junior year of highschool. Back then, he didn’t seem so bad. He would pick you up in his nice car his dad bought him, and you’d go to the football games or movies. He’d hug you goodnight with your parents nearly pouring out the kitchen window, only kiss you on the stairways of your school. You had given everything to him- your highschool social life, time, dedication, even your virtue.

It was only until after highschool that you realized you hadn’t give anything to him- he had taken it.

You thought back to the first time he ever hit you- his hair that was once beautifully well-kept, was now an oily mess as it fell to his face, his rage showing swiftly with his fists and body as he shoved himself forward and onto you. You couldn’t remember what the dispute was about, but you remembered how it was settled. His fists on your cheek and tears brimming your eyelashes.

Since then things hadn’t gotten better, by any means. He’d moved on to smacks, random hits when you said something he didn’t like, pushes when you wouldn’t get out of his way, he’d grab your phone out of your hand had he expected the slightest hint of infedelity. He’d threatened death.

Now, here you were in your car, drivng off from your apartment complex and going off into the pouring rain, going into the pouring rain with only your clothes, car, and your broken cellphone. Not that you could call anyone. Your family had abandoned you, your friends were too scared to come around, you weren’t allowed to talk to your co-workers about anything not related to work.

You were so blinded by the love you had for Riley that you had let everyone else slip through your fingers. Everyone.

You didn’t even have any money with you, it was in a vase in the living room, right next to the pile of empty beer cans. You wouldn’t dare go back for it. But naturally, when it rains, it pours. You saw a flashing red light on your front dash, and you noticed something that caused your heart to stop. You were running very low on gas.

You had enough to pull into a gas station, at least a public place, instinctively you pulled up to a gas tank. You stood out of your car, legs trembling as you walked to the tank. You looked tragic, covered in bruises and scratches, the pajama shorts you were wearing going only to your mid-thigh. You were wearing a tan tanktop, which showcased the large hand shaped mark on your chest. As soon as you reached for your credit card, usually in your pocket, your heart sank.

It was gone.

Suddenly, all the anger that had been your motive for running turned to the realization that your entire life had fallen apart. That you had lost everyone, and you were only blaming yourself. Still. You were blaming yourself for wanting to see the best in someone, for trying to make them better, for wanting to be loved.

This was when you broke down. You leaned against your car, starting to sob, not realizing how noticeable it was, or what was going on around you, you were so devastated in this moment.

It seemed like hours, but a few minutes of you crying later, you heard someones voice. In terror that it was actually Riley, you shot up, backing against your car, before finally opening your eyes and seeing someone different. He was wearing a pink shirt and khaki pants, a lanyard and a hat that said ‘1989. You knew him, after your eyes processed, as filthyfrank.

“Are you okay?” He asked, before he himself noticed the bruises you were covered in. His grimace deepened.

“Did somebody hurt you?” He said when you didn’t answer. You knew you couldn’t lie. You merely nodded. His voice that was so authoriative and comical in his youtube videos, was gentle and empathetic. “Ian!” He said, motioning another person to get out of their car and walk over. It happened to be idubbbztv, but you were too upset to show any recognition.

“I.. left.. but I didn’t have time to get my money.. m-my phone’s broken..” You said through chokes of sobs, thinking to yourself just how pathetic you most of looked. What if they thought you were on drugs? Or lying? What if they just needed this gas pump?

“M-My car is out of gas, i can see it i can get it to go out of your way, just.. one sec, I’m so sorry.” You began, George put his arm up in objection, causing you to flinch. Realizing he’d scared you, he gently touched your arm, swallowing the lump in his throat before shaking his head. His eyes were wide, he looked scared for you. Ian watched in silence.

“Do you have anyone you can go to? I’ll pay for the gas, but I want to make sure you have someone to go too. What’s your name?” He said, the offer of kindness caused you only to cry more. He had just met you!

“I don’t have anyone.. he wouldn’t let me around friends or family, they all h-hate me now..” You said, telling the truth to keep from it looking like you were lying. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N..”

“okay, okay. Y/N, I’m George and this is Ian. We’re going to get you somewhere safe, and dry. Okay?” He was hushed, looking directly into your eyes to keep you calm. You nodded, looking over to Ian momentairly. How did he feel? Was he angry as George for this?

George asked for your keys, letting you stand with Ian as he drove your car as far as it could go from the pump. Out of their vehicle, he picked up a jacket, laying it across your shoulder. He picked up your small bag out of the car.

You were on the verge of passing out from the panic that was ensued from this, you were dizzy and still crying. George looked at you, and you swore you could see something that looked like a tear in his dark brown eyes.

“Ian and I are taking you to the hospital, and we’ll figure something out from there.. alright..?” He said, not as much asking, but telling. You nodded your head once more. Opening the back car door and helping you inside, he turned to Ian.

“See if Max is at the airport, let him know where were going. When we get to hospital, you can go ahead and get him, ok?” He said, Ian nodded. He didn’t seem angry, now that you looked at him. He seemed concerned.

George crawled into the back seat with you to watch you, making sure you didn’t pass out, and that you were okay. “You’re gonna be alright, Y/N.” He said it twice, as if back to himself.

“Thank you..G-George.” You said, he met gazes with you. Now, it was him that nodded.

That was the day you met George Miller.

howdy folks! sorry this one got dark. anyways, I actually am sort of proud of this one, let me know if you want a continuation of this imagine! Also, my personal imagines are still up for grabs, but if you want to make a personal request not through asks, you can ask on my kik, Cxncxrcrxw! Thank you for all your support, and I love all of faggots <3. I want you to know that if you are actually experiencing domestic abuse, that you are not stuck, and you can get help. I’m more than willing to help you, and you can talk to me. //

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if the personal imagine reqs r still open :^]] ;: im guili. full name is ugly ggj, im latina and know both english and spanish. im like, 4'11" and chubby/curvy ??. idk. im a quiet down to earth person unless i open up usually. im also an emotional mess, and tend to overthink and stress over the smallest things. im also a hoe for the aesthetic. ufhf idk what else to add. thanks if u do it btw B^]]

First off, I wanna go ahead and say that you’re smol and precious and I’m glad to of become friends with you, you’re a blessing

Title: High Hopes

It was sort of pathetic, really, that you hadn’t noticed it. Everyone- Max, Joj, even Chad, knew damn well that Ian Carter was putty in your hands. It was comical now, that you couldn’t get a clue even when it was obvious. They did everything they could to play cupid for the two of you, but, they weren’t around the both of you constantly.

You and Ian lived in california, in the same neighborhood even, and the majority of your friends? Out of state, out of country. This included the three of your fifth. So, it was sort of hard to get you to see the point.

Even Ian wondered how he was able to get away so easily. Did you not see the way he looked at you? Those brilliantly hazel eyes, the way they searched for the sky in your brown irises.

The way he stopped before he spoke to you, as if assessing the words to make sure he could say to them to you. Ian wasn’t really the kind of guy who watched what he said, particularly without an audience to criticize him. For some reason, however, your opinion on him was more important than any amount of viewers.

Ian liked the way you had your own style and how well it fit, how the way your skin was a perfect shade for all your wore, the way your smile could part the clouds, and the way your eyes shimmered in the sunlight.

He loved the way you were level-headed, the way you knew when to be quiet, how seriously you take things, and how seriously you didn’t take things sometimes. The way you expressed excitement, contained but jubilant, like a shaken soda can. He couldn’t get enough.

“Hey Ian, there’s a carnival thing happening tonight, like one of those state fairs that you see in charlotte’s web and shit.” You spoke, looking through your local instagram feed, the information in a post on your screen. Ian automatically shot up from his phone, giving your conversation starter a thought.

“Oh, nice. Like with games and rides and stuff? I could submit a pig for competition. Or is it too late, you think?” He joked, scratching his head and putting his cellphone to his side on the leather sectional sofa he owned. You propped your elbow on the throw pillow, crossing your legs.

“It might be a little late.” You said, with a small chuckle. “Meet me at my place around five, okay?” You asked, picking up your car keys and waving to Ian as you went out the door. You knew he’d be down for it.

You know what this is sort of like? You asked yourself, as you got into your car, the sounds of the Humanz album blasting full album in your vehicle. A date.

After doing various hand motions and shaking your legs to Ascension, all while driving you reached your house, immediately going in to get ready. You had like, an hour.

Another thing that confused all your friends, was that you were so obviously into Ian just as much as he was you, and he couldn’t tell. They got it, he worse glasses. But was he really that fucking blind?

What you liked about Ian, was that he was opinionated, sort of snarky, and generally a funny guy all around. But you knew he had a side. A side was kind, sort of childish and dumb, and sweet. You found that adorable. You found just about everything about him adorable.

That dimple he blessed the world with, that fucking smile of his that seemed to be wider around you, half the time you thought you were imagining it. Sometimes, you wondered if maybe just maybe, he felt some type of way for you.

Haha, bullshit, right?

Tonight, you wanted to look great, you wanted to really fit in with that fun carnival, city fair aesthetic. Your hair was in curls, pinned back and covered at the top with a blue jean material ‘dad’ hat, the jean on your cap matching the highwaisted ones you covered your legs with.

White converse on your feet, unexposed white kneesocks with red stripes, makeup on absolute fucking fleek, you felt the centerpiece of your look was your off-the-shoulder, red-bandana material top. The way it fit to your curves perfectly brought you joy, because you actually felt good about yourself.

But what he thought you looked slutty? What if saw that you were so obviously trying? What if he thought you were trying too hard? Would you seem desperate!?

You didn’t have time to think. The sound of honking interupted your prepositiob of a panic attack. It was Ian.

The fair started out absolutely perfect. There was cotton candy, candied apples, BBQ, and selections of slushies and milkshakes. There was music, it was some local band, and it was overall decent. It wasn’t Plastic Beach quality, but it was no Unicorns Killed My Girlfriend.

After walking around for a while, the two of you stumbled across booths of games, plush animals ranging from huge to miniscule in size hanging from the sides.

“I feel like all of these are rigged.” You stated, with a small laugh. Ian looked appalled.

“But Goo-chie, don’t you know you juss hab to b gud at these types of gams to win?” Ian spoke, introducing his green-cunt voice into the air. You erupted into a fit of laughter. Next thing you knew, Ian’s arm was around your shoulder bringing you up to a dart toss balloon game.

“See, watch and learn from the master.” He took his arm from your back, to your disappointment, that is. You were curious, however.

Ian lifted up his sleeves, revealing those damn perfect arms of his, picking up a dart and with the utmost precision, tossing it into a balloon. You were shocked by how precise he was. Next came the other two darts, each causing particularly small balloons to pop like kernals in a microwaved popcorn bag.

“Well sir, looks like you can choose from the top!” The worker, obviously not being payed for this, motioned to the particularly large stuffed animals, a selection of bears, cats, and dogs. Naturally, Ian chose a dog.

It looked huge compared to him, especially. Holding it with both arms, he leaned it against he body, and held out his hands for the bag of fluffy,pink cotton candy in your hand. You raised an eyebrow, but handed him the bag. In exchange, Ian passed the large stuffed dog to you.

“Well Guili, I think it’s best that you take our dear friend Stuart here home with you.” He grinned, with a small, humorous wink.

“Stuart. That’s his name?” You laughed, shaking your head. On the inside, you were melting. This was like a fucking movie scene.

“Shut up, he’s insecure about it!” He joked, pulling out a tuff of the sugary floss out of the bag.

“Sure, you just wanted some cotton candy.” You concluded jokingly.

Ian brought your attention up ahead, pointing as he spoke out then; “Hey, check it out, a ferris wheel.”

With intrigue, he grabbed your free hand, almost childlike. He had a plan. Up there, at the top, that’s where he would tell you. He’d tell you all about how he’d dreamed of an oppourtunity to express how he felt.

In the line, the two of you stood, talking and laughing, making jokes about Stuart, and the inclusion of him in potential videos. Fucking youtube shit.

After a while, the two of you heard a voice from behind say something to their friend.

“Dude, check out the ass on the girl in front of us.” The first one spoke, not as quietly as he presumed.

“She’s almost as thick as that nerdy fuck’s forehead.” The other one responded, with a laugh. “You don’t think that’s her boyfriend, do you?” He continued.

Right before the two of you were about to get on the ride, the guy behind you tapped your shoulder.

“Hey baby, that’s not your boyfriend, is it?” He asked. The nerve! You turned a dangerous shade of red, flustered. “No!” You spoke, quickly, in a bit of panic.

The worker agreed to hold Stuart by his side till the ride was over. As you and Ian stepped in and buckled however, the atmosphere had changed. He was silent.

Ian leaned his head against his hand, looking in any direction but yours. How could he be so stupid? You, him? Pathetic. The way you responded so offended to the man. He should of known. The truth, you looked gorgeous, he knew that, and obviously, so did everybody else.

He was jealous, terrified by the thought of you calling yourself anyone’s but his. And you weren’t even his. His head was spinning with the ferris wheel it seemed, up until the whole ride hit an abrupt stop. Your cart was at the highest point, the beach not far and within sight, the whole carnival lighting up at least a mile. He knew at that moment, that this wasn’t on purpose.

The ride was broken.

“Fuck..” He murmured.

There was a period of silence.

Had he heard what the boys had said and saw it as mistake? As if the kind things he’d done had led them to believe he’d be with someone like you? You were appalled by the thought. Suddenly, it clicked. Was Ian.. jealous? Hurt? By the way you responded so quickly, you didn’t doubt it. You needed to say something.

“Ian, listen, I-” You began, but you were stopped.

“Save it, Guili.” He said, forehead sweating. “I know, you’re embarrassed and that’s ok..”

“Ian, no!” You said, putting your hand on his shoulder with caution, he face snapped up to look at you.

“I know you are, they thought we were dating! I’m just your buddy, a poster child for the friendzone.”

You crossed your arms, Ian was gonna crack.

“It’s probably for the best, fuck’s sake, If it wasn’t for those guys, I would of made a fool of myself right here. I would’ve said some shit I shouldn’t of, just like I am now.” He face was getting redder, it was noticeable even in the dark of the night.

“Too deep in now, might as well just go ahead and let it out. I think you’re beautiful, have thought it since I’ve known you, but not just your appearance, like the way you keep yourself, the way you joke, but the way you speak without superlatives, the way you stop when you wanna say an adjective but you’re so excited that you can’t contain yourself. It’s fucking adorable.” He was saying all these things, pouring his heart out, yelling even.

“Ian.”

“And why would I even think that you’d think of me for anything but a friend? Why would I-”

“Ian!”

“Guili!” He yelled back, eyes focusing in on yours with a fire your eyes easily returned.

“Ian.. stop it.” You pressed your hands to his cheeks and held them tightly, pinky fingers gracing that gracious jawline of his.

“I can’t- you don’t know how it feels to want something so bad but you know it’s never gonna happen!”

“I.. I don’t Ian.. and neither do you.” You spoke softly. His eyebrows furrowed, confused.

“B-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You mumbled, before, in another, adrenaline raised fit, pressed your lips to his. He’d have a layer of red lipstick on afterwards, but would he really care?

Your lips intertwined, his hand reach for yours and gripping like he was going to fall, that tensity in his shoulders left, his heartbeat remaining fast but not for it’s earlier, angrier intentions.

Blood rushed to your head as the ride began to move again, causing you to pull away from him.

“C’mon Ian... we’re both clueless, I think. Maybe that cleared it up.” You joked, noticing his hand was still holding onto yours.

“For both of us..”

Ian picked up stuart, able to hold him one handedly and still hold yours in the other.

“Want to get some food and head home?” He asked, knowing words weren’t needed to express anything you were both feeling.

“Sounds ‘fair’ to me.” You said, with that pun, he gave you a glare.

“I’m gonna let that one slide.” He said, before holding onto your hand a little tighter, in a squeeze.

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