chlomdtvv

[chlomdtvv]

leading on - a.frederick

synopsis: you and arthur had a history of an on-and-off relationship when you had left to italy for college he promise he’d stay in contact. he didn’t. after finding out big unexpected news, you go no contact with him and he realises it’s too late.

i recommend listening to ‘lover, you should’ve come over’ by jeff buckley.

c/w: angst (i’m kinda shite at it so srry if it’s bad 💔), suggestive content, sexual mentioned, kissing ? for like 5 seconds. 

this doesn’t have a happy ending.

it’s currently 2:29am as i type this so bare with me if it doesn’t make sense 

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—ARRIVING TO THE HOTEL, i set my luggage out on the bed and open the zipper to find something to wear tonight.

tonight was the night i meet up with all my friends.. and arthur, apart of me was excited to see him while the other part was just pure nervousness biting me and wanting to swallow me whole. him and i kinda lost contact in the middle of my years in italy but knowing him is that he’s awkward, but when he warms up – it’ll be just like the good old days back in jersey.

showing up at the club in a tight black dress, hair curled and bouncy like it was done in a early 90’s salon with the gold jewellery shining on my neck.

“y/n! oh my god it’s so good to see you” all my friends cheered with pure joy on their face as they all embraced me in a hug, opening my eyes to see arthur sitting on the stool with a pint in his hand, talking to chris and george. our eyes locked for a few seconds before i pulled away and walked over to the boys, my other two friends going to the bar to order me a drink.

“hey guys” i greeted with a warm smile and chris and george greeted me back with a warm embrace but arthur just stayed silent with a simple smile on his face. “hey, good to have ya back. how was italy?” chris asked before taking a swig of his pint. 

“ah it was good, met a lot of good people had a great time studying there y’know?“ i answered vaguely, i didn’t want to talk about what happened while i was gone when i was here with the people i wanted to be with. 

we moved to a booth, all of us having a laugh and catching up well while we all drank and had the best time, i haven’t felt this free in ages and it felt refreshing to experience the feeling even after not seeing my closest friends for ages. after a little bit over an hour — jokes were made, drinking games were played, gossip was shared but no matter how much i tried to ignore it, the feeling of my heart fluttering every time his dark brown eyes locked with mine, or when is foot brushed against my leg so subtly but you could just tell that it meant so much more. it’s like there was unspoken tension between arthur and i.

“i’ll be back, i’m just going to the toilet” i said as i stand up and head to the toilets. 

“same actually, i’ll be back” arthur mumbled before standing up and heading to the toilets as well. walking down the hall he speeds up to walk beside the girl.

“hey.” he said softly but loud enough to hear over the loud music flooding the club. “hi.” y/n replied simply – avoiding his gaze intentionally. “i… - i’ve missed you” arthur hesitated his words but managed to say it which made her head shoot up.

“you never texted”

-“i didn’t want to bother.”

“you never answered my calls”

-“i’ve been busy“ 

“not even a simple ‘hey sorry i’ve been m.i.a – been crazy busy?’” she scoffed, almost offended even.

her heart beating fast, she wasn’t expecting their first one-on-one conversation to be sort of … different.

“we’ve had about five conversations since i’ve been gone, when you say you miss me, i just don’t believe it.“ she sighed – she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss him too.

he let out a sigh of disappointment - not at her, never at her but simply at himself because he knew she was right.

“i know, i’m sorry. i didn’t want to do too much – but i really did miss you.” he said - his eyes filled with vulnerability and his cheeks flushed a deep pink that he hoped she didn’t notice. she did.

“did you miss me or did you miss what we had? - cause there’s a big difference.”

he felt his heart beat speed up at her question, again, she was right. 

the truth was he missed both. he missed her smile, the dimple on her cheeks showing when she laughed – like a proper belly laugh. he missed having chess tournaments with her while they both sipped on red wine or when the two would be in his kitchen making a 3 AM snack when they both couldn’t sleep.

but he also missed her hands tangled in his hair while their lips were on each other like a teenagers first kiss.

he missed the feeling of velvet walls tightening around him while she moaned his name.

he missed her completely but he didn’t want to admit it.

he took a step closer

she took a step back, her back hitting on the cold wall. 

they both stared at each other for a few comfortable seconds before he leaned down subtly as she slowly leaned up and kissed him. his soft lips pressing against hers and even if it was just a peck - like 5 seconds, arthur kissed her back before pulling away, wiping his mouth.

“i- i can’t..” he said weakly 

“why can’t we .?” she whispered back, her heart aching at his dismissive expression 

– about to answer her question, the door to the men’s toilet swung open, causing both of them to flinch – snapping them both of of the moment.

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after coming back from the toilets, there was a blonde lady talking to my mates. as i walked back to my table i look over and the woman looks at me – her eyes widened and she exclaimed . “wait - is this y/n ?!” she boomed with excitement. i smile confusedly “yes, i’m y/n! who are you?” i ask in the most polite way possible and she laughs. 

“i’m sarah! arthur’s girlfriend, he told me a lot about you !!” she gleamed happily as she embraced me into a hug.

i felt my heart sink right then and there.

girl friend

girlfriend.

girlfriend.

arthur walks out from the hall and it’s like he froze. he grew a wonky smile on his face unintentionally as he walked slowly towards us.

my eyes start to prick with tears and i look down and blink rapidly to clear the tears.

after about 10 minutes of awkward conversation, i pick my bag up and make my way to the exit - making up some dumb excuse to my friends - goodbye to the group and waving small at the couple with a bittersweet smile as i leave.

as i left, i felt the cold breeze hit me like a train – my eyes swelling up as i sniffle, hearing footsteps speeding up behind me before i heard my name being called by his voice.

arthur’s voice 

“why’d you leave?” he said breathlessly as if he was running to chase after me.

“we both know why” i say with out looking back.

he grabs my wrist which pulls me into a stop. his grip wasn’t sore but firm enough to keep me from leaving.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve told you about sarah” he said gently 

“yeah no shit arthur! you let me kiss you, if i knew you were taken, i never would’ve kissed you in the first place” i say breathlessly.

“i know, i’m sorry - it’s my fault” arthur said before adding “i’m sorry, y/n. if i did anything to lead you on, i didn’t mean to. the last thing i wanted to do was hurt you”  but what makes it worse was how sincere he sounded. it was like he knew exactly what to say to make me stay.

if he didn’t want to lead me on, why does he look at me like that.

“i’m sorry y/n” he kept repeating and i couldn’t handle it. 

his words hurt but his actions cut deeper than i ever expected - even after all this time, there was a twinge of hope in me that thought we could finally be something.

“don’t call me” i muttered under my breath but loud enough for him to hear before yanking my arm off his grip and walking away from him as fast as i could.

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a/n: sorry if this is bad 💔

[chlomdtvv]

I keep seeing people saying Arthur would be a soft and sweet and sensual lover and I can't tell if I'm going crazy or just read people differently because I do not get that at all.

To me, he gives soft dom vibes. He 100% wants to choke you and would shove his fingers in your mouth if you got too loud (or just for fun, really). Would probably squeeze your face to make your lips pucker so he could spit in your mouth. But he's praising and saying sweet nothings the whole time too - "that's my good girl," "be quiet, lovely," "I knew you could take it."

[chlomdtvv]

arthur tv smau coming soon😉😉

[chlomdtvv]

painfully obvious- a.frederick 

synopsis: out with a group of friends, a stranger tries to hit on you but arthur thankfully stepped in just in time. 

c/w: non-established relationship. fluff, alcohol consumption, flirting? , kissing

a/n: definitely one of my favs !! hope u enjoy x + pls send request cus i’m running out of ideas 💔

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—YOU NEVER NOTICED but he did. 

there she was, sitting across from me and giggling at a joke that sabina made at josh - i didn’t catch it but i didn’t care much either. God she looked beautiful.

arthur felt a nudge on the side of his arm before snapping out of his thoughts. “mate your staring again” chris whispered so the others wouldn’t hear him. “wha- what?” arthur scoffed - shaking his head, cupping his chin as his fingers ran down the stubble on his face — his face turning a light shade of pink that he begged nobody noticed.

“not to burst your bubble but your proper gawking at y/n” chris chuckled teasingly. “no i’m not — don’t be ridiculous!” arthur stammered, laughing awkwardly. “oh yeah, cause you just so happen to have your eyes on her the whole night” chris nodded sarcastically, his bottom lip puffing out teasingly. “i’m just zoned out that’s all..” arthur uttered but they both knew it wasn’t true. “–like she looks good, yeah — more than good, like she looks gorgeous…” he paused. “but y’know..ahem.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, taking a swig of his pint as his eyes latched onto anything to avoid the conversation , the overhead lights, the pint glass, the table — anything. 

“y’alright arth?” y/n asked with a caring smile spread across her lips as she looked over at him. he nodded quickly “yeah, yeah just zoned out, that’s all..” he responded over the loud pub music with a smile. she nods and continues talking with sabina — both laugh and hitting each other playfully whilst josh rolled his eyes, the joke was probably about him. arthur picks his pint up off the table, taking a big gulp before licking the foam off his top lip while sitting the glass back down on the table, the foam bubbling in his pint glass. it was like he was trying to at anything but her, which in his part was incredibly hard

chris and cal sharing a glare at each other, a look like “it’s so obvious” type of look. “i’m gonna order another drink” y/n said before scooting her chair back and standing up, her hands running down her skirt to flatten it. “d’you want help?” arthur offered quick, maybe a little too quick.

nonetheless she agreed with a soft smile. 

the pair making their way up to the bar — neither of them noticed but a tall blonde man was definitely eyeing her.

 “i can pay for it” arthur said as he took his phone out of his pocket. she immediately shook her head “no, no, i got it — it’s alright” she insisted but arthur didn’t listen, the card machine turned and he didn’t hesitate to tap his phone on the pay tab. she groaned “arthur! i could pay for it myself” she said as she hit his chest gently, he chuckled and and shook his head “i ordered one for myself — don’t worry about it” he shrugged it off with a cheeky grin. 

“i’ll be back — i’m just gonna go toilet” arthur said in her ear before walking away to head to the men’s restroom. 

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“oh it’s so obvious!” sabina exclaimed to the group which made the lads chuckle. “and - and y’know he’s always like staring at her” cal added with enthusiasm. “his beady eyes!” chris added with a laugh. “y’know she rates him — like she proper fancies him” sabina nodded, emphasising the word “proper” surprisingly enough, the others weren’t too shocked. their flirty jokes, the subtle touches, the closeness between them that screamed “more than friends”. it was so painfully obvious.

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“your three pints miss” the bartender said to the girl as he slides the three glasses of guinness to her. “sorry — i think there’s been a mistake, we ordered two, not three” she said politely. the bartender smirks and shakes his head, “ah the third pint was from the handsome man over there” he said as he jerked his head towards the tall blonde man, making his way to her with a smug grin.

“hey“ he said smoothly, his eyes looking at her body up and down shamelessly. “hi” y/n replied awkwardly - a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “i just thought you were really gorgeous, could i get your number by any chance?“ he asked straightforwardly — the smug smirk never leaving his face. “you really didn’t have to buy me this” she said sheepishly before adding, “you seem like a nice lad but i don’t give my number out, sorry” she declined politely which made the man’s smirk falter, he raised a brow “aw why not girl? you nervous.?” he chuckled, reaching to brush a strand of hair behind her ear which she rejected, taking a step back — biting her bottom lip nervously. “no-it’s just i’m not comfortable with that, that’s all” she shook her head, her heart beating faster by the second. “ah cmonnn” he laughed, pushing it as he took a step closer towards her, a bit to close for comfort. 

before she could reply, she felt someone’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. 

glancing at the weirdly familiar touch, she saw the watch on the strangers wrist — it was no stranger, it was arthur. 

she felt a wave of relief wash over her when she saw his face, his brown eyes staring down the man like a whole different person. “y’alright darling?” arthur asked genuinely, looking down at the girl with a comforting smile. “is he bothering you?” he added. before she could speak up, the blond man interrupted “who the fuck are you?” he questioned judgementally. “her boyfriend mate” arthur said cockily, his composure calm and confident with a cheeky glint in his eyes. the blond man scoffed. “you’re not though, are you?“ he accused which made arthur roll his eyes. even though it was true, his jaw tightening at the cheek of the man. “look mate, she’s not interested in you” he replied. the blond man scowled before shooting arthur a dirty look as he walked away.

when he was out of sight, arthur looked back at her. “you okay?” he asked with pure concern. she slowly nodded — “yeah, i dunno — that was weird” she said with a relieved sigh. “wanna go take a breather outside?” he asks. “yeah that would be great actually” she nods as she grabbed the pints and they both made their way back to the others. she set the glass on the table but didn’t sit back down yet. “everything okay? you two took a while” cal asked. arthur nodded “yeah we’re alright, some lad was hitting on her — was super odd but i handled it” the others looked weirded out at the description of the situation, followed by “are you okay”s to the girl.

“arthur and i are just gonna go out for a bit, we’ll be back” y/n informed the group and all of them couldn’t help but hold back a little smirk. “alright, you to have funn” sabina winked at the girl “not too much fun!” chris added jokingly which made the group chuckle. arthur rolled his eyes with a laugh before they both made their way to the exit.

the cold air hitting them as soon as they stepped out, a shiver washed over her body which arthur, of course noticed. “d’you want my jacket?” he offered. “no, i’m grand but thank you.” she denied with a smile, arthur didn’t buy it — so of course he unzipped his jacket and put it on her shoulders, leaving him in his plain black shirt and jeans which he didn’t even seem to mind. “arthur” she drawed at his stubbornness . “you’re cold, just have it” he insisted once again whxih made her roll her eyes playfully. “thank you by the way, the guy was making me so uncomfortable” she sighed, arthur couldn’t help but groan at the mention of the blond stranger. “he was such a dick” 

“i know right? he kept asking me for my number, like fuck off” she huffed. “you don’t have to thank me, i would never let a man treat you like that” arthur shrugged, y/n couldn’t help but blush at his words, the way he smiled at her so sincerely, the way his gaze softened every time his eyes fixated on her — her stomach fluttering by simply just looking at him. 

it was so painfully obvious.

his gaze lingers on her. soft, almost unreadable, but there's something beneath it. something alive. she could feel tension tightening in the breezy air between them, thickening the quiet, making her skin prickle, definitely not from the cold wind.

“you look beautiful tonight” he complimented softly — it’s like he was effortlessly trying to make her blush. “you look very handsome” she complimented back with a little nervous giggle.

they both slowed down their steps before they both stood there, the two staring at each other in comfortable silence for a few moments before his face contemplating something she couldn’t put a finger on — as if he was holding back something before he finally spoke up. “i really like you y/n, more than anything and if you don’t feel the same, like-  it’s totally fine but i- uhm y’know-“ arthur rambles before he was shortly interrupted by her lips crashing onto his. he froze for a few seconds before kissing her back. she leans up, basically on her tippy-toes as her hand slowly sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers brushing his fluffy brunette hair as their lips connect. the kiss starts slow. like testing the waters. but it doesn't stay that way too for long, as soon as he felt her melt into the kiss - her body leaning ever so  close, her lips parting just slightly. arthur deepens it with a low sound in his throat. they both pull away for a few seconds, he smiles against her lips as she kisses him once again and again and again before finally pulling away properly with a pink flustered expression. 

“i’d love to take you out on a proper date and be your boyfriend, not just to piss off random guys” arthur said sweetly, his smile wide to the point his little fangs were showing. “of course, i’d love that” she agreed contently.

definitely a night she wouldn’t forget.

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tags: @livvymd

[chlomdtvv]

arthur frederick, the man you are.

AB’s new vlog is feeding the ArthurTV girlies ❥

it’s a goooooood day to love sexy men ᵔᴗᵔ ︎

(all of these shots are within the first 10 minutes)

GIFS created by me, but the content is public and not mine, feel free to use, share and save!

[chlomdtvv]

✰their favourite features on u&them - ukyt headcannon✰

❣︎their favourite features on themselves and you❣︎

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➜𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊❤︎︎

—on you: your lips. he loves the feeling of pressing his lips onto yours. he just notices when you pinch your bottom lip in between your teeth. in public he will randomly just swoop in and peck you on the lips. or when you’re alone he loves biting your bottom lip softly and tugging at it. “god i could actually kiss you all day”

— on him: his abs. the thought of you running your hands up his upper chest just makes him feel things.

when you’re on his lap and your hand slides up his shirt to feel his upper body - he leans into your touch with a soft groan

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➜︎𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎

—on you: your height. he strikes me as the type of guy to want a girl shorter than him. if you are shorter, he loves to tease you, use your head as an armrest literally anything that would annoy you in a flirty way. if you’re taller, he constantly complains and goes on his tippy toes when taking photos - but he loves the banter you two have to see who’s actually taller 

—on him: his biceps. UGH do i have to explain? he knows you drool when he flexes. when you two are in his bed — something that he secretly enjoys is when you suck and kiss on them. 

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➜𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄❤︎︎

—on you: your neck. loves kissing, sucking, biting your neck — he is obsessed with leaving little marks on your neck. doesn’t give a shit if it’s visible, it makes him even more cockier cause in his head, it’s like showing you off.

“yeah that’s my girl - what you gonna do about it?” vibe

—on him: biceps. again, do i have to explain? he loves when squeeze them jokingly or during sex. he likes to see you stare when he flexes. he notices when you purposely ask him to open jars or smth just to see his muscles.

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➜𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄❤︎︎

—on you: your thighs. he could literally live in between your thighs. when you two are in his room in the grotto, he be resting his head on your thighs like it’s his pillow. 

- bonus: he loves kissing them and grabbing them with his big hands. just wow 

—on him: his hands. do i have to explain? he loves and i mean loooooves his hands tangled in ur hair. he drools at the thought of his fingers in your mouth.

immediate turn on.

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➜𝐖𝟐𝐒❤︎︎

—on you: your laugh. he loves to hear your laugh all the time. he cracks the most stupidest jokes ever just to hear you laugh. will stare at you in awe when your proper laugh slips out.

—on him: his back, during intimate settings, he loves to feel your nails mark his back, but just chilling in his room or something, he will casually just take his shirt off and ask you to scratch his back

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➜𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋❤︎︎

— on you: your waist

his love language is physical touch, he loves giving you hugs from behind - simply just wrapping his arms around your waist and embracing you into a hug makes his day. you just KNOW he’s the best hugger

—on him: his voice. duhhh bro has an angelic voice and he loves writing songs about you. you’re always helping him out with lyrics and he likes to see you staring at him in almost awe when he sings.

bonus-he brings you on tour and he loves to see you smiling at him proudly as he sings on stage.

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a/n: @livvymd mi wife for telling me to post this !! also have a little something that i’m gonna post later that i’m lowk obsessed with😌😌

[chlomdtvv]

wife ate ‼️‼️

ALL FOR YOU.

꣑ৎrequest: hello wifey, could u please do something with alfie buttle, he’s like head over heels for her but he doesn’t want to admit it. like total denial but then he just rambled about his feelings to like chip or george (anyone) and the reader overhears?? idk if that made sense lol. please and thank yew x

from my lovely wife @chlomdtvv!!

tws - slight slow burn, tension, overwhelmed feelings, fluff, emotional vulnerability, slight sexual scene (making out / kissing)

꣑ৎa/n: i have never wrote for ab im so sorry if this is lowkey dookie

It started like any other night at Chip’s flat. The low hum of background chatter threading through the room, the soft fizz and drinks of opened cans punctuating the air, the pale flicker of the tv casting a lazy glow as some football match played on, but no one was really watching. The familiar musk of worn sofas mixed with the stale scent of sweat and beer. The room was warm; not just temperature wise, but warm with the kind of easy comfort that only comes from months of routine, from too many nights spent exactly like this, from the easy bond of people who knew each others rhythms without needing to speak.

Alfie was louder than usual though. The usual grumbles and complaints were now sharper, more pointed, more on edge. His voice cut through the murmur, dragging attention even from the distracted.

“She’s not my type,” he blurted suddenly, the words rushing out clumsy and jagged, a little defensive as if he’d been caught mid-thought and was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. He shoved a crisp into his mouth and bit down harder than needed, the loud crunch sounding almost aggressive ─── like it was supposed to bolster the truth of his statement, to prove it real by sheer force.

George’s brow lifted slowly, one arch heavy with knowing amusement. His eyes locked on Alfie, calm but sharp. “You literally just brought her up. Again.”

Alfie’s scowl dropped like a shutter, teh sudden guilt flickering behind his eyes betraying how little he’d realized how obvious he’d been. His mouth tightened, and his hands moved restlessly, flicking a loose thread on his jumper, tapping on his knee, anything to fill the sudden silence he’d created.

“Yeah, well, ‘cause she said the stupidest thing earlier,” Alfie shot back quickly, his voice sharper now, defensive and rushed, like he was desperate to steer the conversation away from himself. His hands waved, emphasizing his point, but also jittery. Like he was trying to shove down the feelings bubbling under the surface. “Said crisps aren’t a proper dinner. Like, fuckin’ hell, what d’you think a pub meal is?!”

Chip snorted quietly behind his bottle, shaking his head with a smirk, eyes flicking between Alfie and George. “You’re obsessed. You know that, right?”

“Obsessed?” Alfie let out a laugh that was too loud, a little forced, and shoved off the back of the sofa, standing up suddenly as if height might lend him more authority or at least distract from the heat rising to his face. He ran a hand through his hair, then looked away for a moment, voice softer but still trying to sound casual. “Nah. I just think she’s─── I dunno. She’s alright. Funny sometimes. Bit annoying. Cute, maybe. I dunno. Not like I’ve noticed or anything.” His words stumbled over themselves, a fragile attempt at denial that only made it clearer how much he had noticed. More than once.

His voice cracks slightly on the word “cute,” but he quickly covers it with a cough, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as if the word had slipped out too honestly, too close to the surface.

“You talk about her every time we hang out,” George says flatly, eyes never leaving his phone. The casual way he states it somehow makes the truth sting sharper. “You even brought her up last stream when someone asked your favourite food.”

Alfie fidgets. A quick shrug, shifting back into his seat, then scratching at the label on the bottle in his hand as if the motion could distract him from what was being said. “Yeah, and?” he mumbles, voice barely above the room’s background noise. “She likes pasta, innit? S’why it came to mind.”

“You bought her pasta after she said that,” George points out, still doomscrolling, unfazed.

A tight, almost defensive smile quirks at Alfie’s lips. “I like to provide, George.”

The words come sharp, heavy with forced bravado, but his hand twitches just a fraction around the bottle ─── a tiny flicker of nerves betraying the act.

“Alfie,” Chip says slowly, dragging out the name like he’s reading Alfie’s thoughts before he’s even spoken them aloud. He leans back against the couch, calm amusement playing on his lips, quiet certainty in his eyes. “You’re in love with her.”

“Piss off,” Alfie mutters, jaw tightening as the words fall low and clipped. His gaze darts away, anywhere but theirs, swallowing hard as if the accusation has lodged itself deep in his throat.

But something shifts, subtle and uneasy. The spark of defensiveness flickers out, replaced by something far more fragile. His shoulders stiffen, and hes up again, pacing, slow, aimless steps across the room, like movement might drown out the noise churning in his chest. He shakes his head quickly, restless, like trying to shake loose the thoughts, to unchain the truth that’s settling heavy inside him.

“Nah,” he says again, but this time his voice is quieter; softer, almost worn out. There’s a flicker of uncertainty in the way the word falls, like he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone else. “I’m not. She’s just... her, you know?”

His voice catches on something lodged too deep inside him, a hitch that betrays the tightness in his chest. The words stumble out unevenly, weighted with more meaning than he wants to admit.

“She’s─── she’s in my life all the time.” He swallows hard, eyes flickering away for a second, like the truth is too bright to face directly. “She talks shit, always does, makes me laugh more than anyone else. And she steals my hoodies, even when she doesn’t ask, just raids my stuff like it’s hers.” His mouth quirks into a half-smile, but there’s a sharp edge to it, like it’s both endearing and infuriating at once. “And somehow she looks good in them. Like, actually good. Which is the worst part ─── because it’s annoyin’ as fuck.” His voice is betraying his words, though.

His hands twitch at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling like they want to grab onto something solid. His breath catches in his throat, words starting to trip over themselves as if they can’t keep pace with what’s rushing out.

“..she’s got this habit of, like───” He breaks off, cheeks flushing, eyes downcast. The room feels smaller all of a sudden, like the weight of what he’s saying is pressing down on him. “───of playin’ with my hair when I’m knackered, and I always pretend I hate it, but I don’t. Not really.” His voice softens, vulnerable in a way that doesn’t suit his usual loud bravado.

He pauses again, like he might stop, like maybe this is too much. But the words keep spilling, uncontrolled now, raw and unfiltered.

“...and it’s not like I care, but I carry her heels when she gets pissed, ‘cause no one else’ll do it proper. Like, she gets too drunk and just leaves them lying around and I’m the one who ends up lugging the stupid things home. And yeah, maybe I mention her on stream sometimes, but that’s ‘cause───fuckin’ hell, I dunno───‘cause she’s there. In my head. All the time.”

His voice trails off, breath uneven, and for a long moment the only sound is the quiet shuffle of his feet as he stops pacing, the faint scrape of his shoes against the floor.

George and Chip sit still, watching him with expressions that balance between quiet amusement and something softer, something like understanding, or sympathy. The room feels heavier now, like the easy, familiar buzz of earlier has slipped away and left behind a fragile silence. It’s raw, exposed. Like they’re all holding their breath around the weight of the words Alfie didn’t mean to say, but needed to.

“I’m not in love,” Alfie insists, the words spilling out too fast, too forced, as if he’s desperately trying to push them past the lump lodged in his throat. His voice cracks slightly, uneven and rough around the edges, betraying how far from truth they really are, not even to himself. The denial feels fragile, a thin mask stretched tight over something he barely wants to admit. “I just care if she’s safe. And happy. And if anyone gives her shit, I’ll break their nose. Y'know?”

George doesn’t even blink. His gaze stays locked on his phone screen, fingers idly scrolling. His voice is flat, laced with dry sarcasm that cuts right through Alfie’s defences. “Sure,” he deadpans, not bothering to look up. “Totally normal mate behaviour.”

Alfie’s jaw flexes tightly, a quick, sharp movement that’s almost a tic. His knee starts bouncing uncontrollably, tapping rhythmically against the floor in nervous impatience. There’s a heat rising inside him now ─── thick, burning, coiled tight beneath his ribs like a restless animal clawing to get out. It twists in his chest, making his breath catch and falter. His fingers clench briefly on the edge of the couch, gripping as if to ground himself.

“And I buy her stuff,” he continues, voice gaining volume and urgency with every word, “because she never asks for anything, right? She just gets all shy and awkward about it, like I won’t drop a fuckin’ fortune on her if she just looked at something and said she liked it───”

Suddenly he cuts himself off, breath hitching sharply in his throat. Hhis heart pounds hard, hammering like it’s trying to escape from behind his sternum, echoing painfully in his ears. His eyes flicker away from George and Chip, darting around the room as if searching for somewhere safe to hide from his own confession.

“..fuck,” he mutters, voice low and thick with exasperation, “I sound like a simp.”

Chip can’t hold back the smile anymore. It’s warm, teasing but gentle, the kind of grin that’s meant to ease the tension, not mock. “You sound like a man deeply in denial,” he says, voice soft but knowing.

Alfie slumps back onto the couch with a defeated thud, the impact rattling the cushions beneath him. His palms come up quickly to drag down over his face, fingertips pressing hard against his forehead as if trying to wipe away the raw honesty he’s just spilled. For a moment, his hands stay there, hiding the tangled mess he’s unravelled into, the vulnerability he didn’t expect to feel or show.

“I’m so fucked,” he groans, voice muffled behind his hands, thick with frustration and dread. The words tumble out in a ragged sigh. “This is your fault. Both of you.”

“Mate,” George replies smoothly without missing a beat, eyes still glued to his phone, “this is entirely on you.”

From behind the slightly-ajar door, a quiet breath slips out. Barely more than a whisper.

Because what Alfie doesn’t know, what he hasn’t even noticed, is that you’re standing there, just outside in the hallway.

You came with a bag of snacks for the group, the familiar rustle of plastic in your hand as you made your way down the corridor. Then you heard your name, soft but unmistakable, carried through the wall. Curiosity stopped you cold.

You hadn’t expected this.

Your fingers grip the bag of crisps a little too tightly, the plastic crinkling softly under your frozen hand, forgotten now. Your mind scrambles to catch up, heart hammering wildly in your ears with a sharp, uneven beat. The air feels suddenly thick, heavy against your chest ─── like gravity itself pressing in, loaded with everything you weren’t meant to overhear.

He’s rambling. Unfiltered. Vulnerable in a way he never lets himself be when you’re actually there. You can still catch the disbelief in his voice, the tremor of quiet panic beneath the surface, and that sharp crack when he says “fuck,” as if the word escaped before he could stop it.

You blink, staring at the thin gap of the door. One step closer and they’d see you. Hear the telltale creak of the floor beneath your feet, the subtle shift of your presence. One step back and this moment slips away, gone forever.

Fuck it.

The door creaks softly as you push it open just a fraction, the worn hinges betraying your gentle intrusion.

Alfie’s head snaps up so fast it’s like he’s been caught in the headlights, wide eyes flickering between shock and panic. The colour drains from his face in an instant, as if every thought, every word he’d just spilled, has vanished from his mind like smoke in the air.

You blink, voice soft and steady, “hey.”

He stays silent. Completely still, frozen in place except for a faint twitch at the corner of his jaw, like he’s holding his breath and wishing, somehow, the universe could rewind itself ten minutes, erase this moment entirely.

George can’t quite hide his grin; his lips twitch with barely contained amusement. Chip stands up abruptly, shaking his head with a wry smirk. “Right, I’m grabbing a drink. Alfie, mate, enjoy the consequences of your actions.”

They both slip away, disappearing like the traitors they are, leaving behind the unmistakable aura of men who know they’ve just witnessed something devastatingly real and unfiltered.

Now it’s just you. And Alfie. And the silence that settles thick between you ─── so heavy it almost feels suffocating, dense with the aftershock of everything said, everything that can’t be taken back.

“...You heard that?” Alfie finally asks, voice tight and raw, like forcing the words out is a kind of ache.

You nod slowly, the weight of the moment grounding you. “Most of it.”

He sinks deeper into the couch, shoulders slumping forward, as if the cushions might swallow him whole and hide him away. “Brilliant. Kill me now.”

You set the crisps down carefully on the table, hands deliberate and steady despite the tension humming between you.

“You could’ve just said something, y’know.”

He looks at you. Truly looks at you. For the first time in a way that strips away everything he usually uses as a barrier. No lazy smirk curling his lips, no sarcastic glint hiding his feelings. Instead, his eyes are wide and vulnerable, flickering with a raw, unsteady emotion that makes him look almost younger than you know him to be. It’s like hes standing suddenly bare in the center of a spotlight, exposed and uncertain, unsure how to carry himself without the usual bravado shielding him.

“..'Didn’t wanna ruin it,” he mutters, voice low and fragile, barely loud enough to break the silence between you.

You take a slow, steady step forward, feeling the pulse pounding fiercely in your chest. Each beat like a drum echoing against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that makes your breath hitch. Your gaze locks on his, drawing you closer with a magnetic pull that’s impossible to resist.

“Ruin what?” you ask softly, your voice gentle but certain, folding around him like a quiet promise.

His hand lifts vaguely between you, fingers twitching as his eyes dart up briefly to meet yours before flitting away, like the air itself has thickened too much for sustained eye contact. “Us,” he says, voice tight with a mix of hope and fear. “I like how we are. I like takin’ the piss outta you and you threatening to slap me. I like you in my life.”

You stop just a breath away from him, close enough to see the subtle warmth blooming up his neck, the faint flush that colors his skin, delicate and alive beneath the low light. The heat in the room seems to shift, gathering in the space between you.

“Alf. You idiot.” Your words are quiet but firm, dripping with affection and a touch of teasing. “You’re in love with me.”

His head falls back against the couch cushion with a soft groan, as if the weight of your words settles heavily on his shoulders all at once. “Don’t say it like that, girl, I’m barely hangin’ on───”

Without hesitation, you reach out, your fingers trembling just slightly as they weave through the thick strands of his hair. The touch is slow and deliberate, feather-light at first, like you’re trying to memorize the texture of him, the way his scalp yields beneath your palm.

He freezes instantly ─── breath catching sharp and sudden in his throat, body tensing so tightly it’s as if every muscle is holding its breath alongside him. His skin prickles where your fingers thread through the roots, soft strands slipping between your digits, and for a moment the room shrinks until it’s just the two of you suspended in that fragile bubble of heat and unspoken longing.

His eyes flutter closed briefly, lashes resting against his cheeks as if the simple touch grounds him and unravels something inside all at once. The faintest sigh escapes him, a breath of surrender and surprise mingled together.

You don’t pull away. Instead, your hand lingers, fingers gently curling, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just behind his ears. The slow rhythm of your touch is a silent confession, an unspoken ‘I’m here’ that fills the space left raw by words.

He remains still, taut but no longer stiff, the tension in his body softening just enough to hint at the vulnerability he’s been hiding. And in that moment, everything feels suspended; fragile, electric, and utterly real.

“You like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice low and teasing, fingers sliding slowly through the soft strands of his hair. The touch is deliberate ─── slow, warm strokes that leave a trail of heat beneath your skin and send subtle shivers through him. Your fingers curl lightly, knuckles brushing gently against his scalp as you playfully tug just enough to draw a breath.

His breath catches, ragged and uneven. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, voice rough around the edges, a mixture of frustration and something utterly undone beneath your touch. His jaw clenches like he’s trying to hold himself together, but it’s a losing battle. “That’s below the belt.”

A smirk quirks at the corner of your lips. Small but victorious, like you’ve just caught him off guard and scored a secret win. Your eyes sparkle with quiet amusement, watching him unravel.

“You’re the worst at hiding things,” you say softly, your gaze locking with his. The weight of those words lingers, warm and intimate. “You know that?”

His eyes meet yours fully, wide and open, glimmering with a softness that makes your chest tighten. There’s no pretense here, no shields. Just him, honest and unguarded. “Yeah,” he admits, voice low and steady. “But you’re still here.”

Your heart stutters, a thrill shooting through your veins. “I am.”

For a moment, the world narrows down to just the two of you. Breath mingling, the faintest scent of his shampoo curling around you, the steady beat of his pulse under your fingers.

Then, breaking the silence, his voice drops even softer, hesitant but hopeful. “..You wanna, like.. come over? After this thing is over?”

You raise an eyebrow, playful and sharp, testing the waters, your voice teasing but gentle. “Go and do what, Alf?”

His cheeks flare crimson, the flush spreading from the tips of his ears down to the base of his neck, warm and unmistakable. The way his gaze flickers away before snapping back to yours makes your pulse race. “Just.. I dunno,” he stammers, fumbling for words. “Talk. Or don’t talk. Sit around and pretend I’m not a total melt. No big deal, we’ve hung out a lot of times, ya’know, gir───”

Without warning, you close the gap between you, leaning in slowly at first, breath mingling with his. Your lips brush against his, soft and tentative, testing, asking.

Then your mouth presses more firmly, hunger surfacing in the way your lips part, inviting, demanding. Your fingers tighten gently in his hair, warm and steady, as if anchoring yourself to the moment, to him.

His body stiffens at first, breaht hitching sharply, eyes fluttering closed as he surrenders. His hands reach up, trembling slightly, fingers curling around your arms like he’s afraid to lose you, afraid this moment might slip away.

The kiss deepens, slow and consuming. You can feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands, the quickening of his heartbeat echoing in your own ears. His lips are warm, soft, and urgent, moving with a nervous desperation that makes your own heart ache.

If he’s going to keep choking on the words, stumbling, fumbling, unable to say what’s clearly there, then you’ll say it for him. With your mouth.

You lean in, slow and deliberate, the soft warmth of your breath brushing his skin before your lips press lightly against his once again. The world narrows until there’s nothing but the quiet press of your mouth against his, the subtle, electric hum of contact sparking through your nerves. Your lips move just enough to speak without words, to promise without saying anything aloud.

You feel it. The exact moment he melts fully.

It’s like the invisible weight he’s carried for months, that heaviness in his shoulders and tightness in his chest, simply slides off and crashes down, leaving him suddenly light and unguarded. His body softens beneath you, muscles uncoiling like a spring finally released. There’s no resistance, no fight, just a quiet surrender, a letting go he didn’t know he needed.

His hand finds your hip with urgent certainty, fingers gripping like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality. You can feel the subtle pulse of his heartbeat beneath his palm, quick and uneven, as if he’s still not quite sure this is real, like any second he’ll wake up on that couch, mid-ramble to Chip, still pretending you’re just “alright” and “funny sometimes.”

Your breath catches when you finally pull back, eyes locking with his wide, stunned ones. He’s breathless, as if the air itself was stolen from his lungs, and his lashes flutter slowly in a dazed, rebooting kind of way. His lips are bitten raw, swollen slightly from the kiss, parted just enough that you can almost see the words struggling to find their way out.

“Fuck me, girl,” he breathes, voice ragged and hoarse, trembling with something close to awe. “You can’t just do that.”

You grin. Slow, smug, absolutely certain. “Why not?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, eyes dark and heavy with want. “’Cause now I’m gonna want you to do it again.”

Your smirk deepens, the satisfaction blooming warm and fierce in your chest. “Good.”

He blinks at you, disbelief and something softer swirling in his gaze. Like he’s still trying to convince himself you’re not a dream he stumbled into by accident. “So we’re doing this?”

“We are very much doing this.”

And then, that grin ─── the one that’s boyish and crooked and full of everything he can’t say out loud ─── blooms wide and unstoppable. You’ve seen it a hundred times, but never like this. Never like it’s meant just for you.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

And then, without hesitation, he kisses you back.

The kiss crashes over you both like a wave, fierce and desperate, slow and searing. His lips move against yours with an urgency that sets your skin ablaze, hands tangling in your hair, fingers pressing into the curve of your back as if to anchor himself to you. Your own hands find his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the rough stubble that’s barely there, the softness behind his ears.

Every sense sharpens. The faint taste of him on your tongue, the warmth of his body pressed close, the steady thump of his heartbeat pounding in sync with your own. The room disappears until there’s only you and him, caught in the raw, messy, beauty of this moment.

[chlomdtvv]

seriously unserious. - a.buttle

synopsis: after another successful date with alfie, he brings you back to the grotto. after a bit of make outs and teasing, you two were both so close before a little mishap intruded.

c/w: established relationship, light smut into fluff, kissing, suggestive content.

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hopping into the passenger seat of alfie’s car, his hand high on your thigh — dangerously high while quite a noticeable tent in his pants was rising.

“you’re such a fuckin’ tease y’know that” he groaned, his voice low and husky as if his boner was gonna kill him.

“no idea what you’re talking about alf” you snicker. of course you know what he’s talking about but it was fun to tease. the look on his face, so concentrated on the road, the grip on the wheel getting tighter to the point his knuckles turned white.

”when we get back, i swear to fuck y/n..” he said lowly, like it was a promise. cause it was. you felt your cheeks rush a dark pink to the point the flush was obvious.

__

after about a few minutes, he parks the car and you both step out, unlocking the door and stepping in whilst he closed it behind him — slipping off your heels when you felt his hands slither to your waist.

turning around to see him towering over you, didn’t waste another second as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck while he holds you light a feather.

he opens the door his his bedroom, throwing you onto the bed gently then pouncing on top of you. “you couldn’t wait 2 minutes?” you snicker and he shook his head. “nah.” leaning down to kiss your lips whilst your hands get tangled in his hair, he groans softly at the feeling of your fingers combing through his brown fluffy locks.

“fucking’ hell..” he groaned softly against your skin as his lips trail down to your neck, sucking and kissing it – leaving marks all over the crook of your neck and collar bone. your hands slide under his shirt, tracing his toned upper body and biting your lip before tugging on the fabric. “please alf..” you whispered needlessly

“cheeky.” he grinned before leaning back up and pulling his shirt off, revealing his chest and his toned abs and big biceps. even though you’ve seen his body a million times, you can’t help but stare. soon after, he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them off his legs and throwing them aside - leaving him in just his boxers with a straining erection he looked back at you. “i need those off f’me” he glanced at your dress, the spaghetti straps already halfway down. sliding the dress off carefully before he threw the piece of clothing carelessly to the side making you roll your eyes. he takes a few moments just staring at you.

pinching his bottom lip with his teeth with a smug grin as his eyes trailed down to your body. his beautiful girlfriend on his bed in just a lacy bra and a black thong. “you’re unreal” he said breathlessly which made you blush. he leans back down, in between your legs while his fingers are cupping your breast. your head leaning against the head board before he brings his right hand to your back, his lips still on yours as he unhooked your bra.

a pause

his fingers lingering in the hook of your bra again. “do you want me to..?” you ask softly, holding back a giggle

“no i got it” he grumbled, clearing his throat as he tried to take your bra off once again and

another pause.

you couldn’t help it this time, you let out a loud giggle - he pulled away and looked at you with an ‘are you serious’ expression which made you laugh even more.

“y’are such a dick’ead” he snickered at himself before pulling away completely. both of you just laughing softly.

the night ended unexpectedly. both decided to just change into pjs. well kinda - you judge wore his tee and he just threw on sweatpants (yes you took off your bra since he couldn’t do it), you both decided to just watch a movie, legs tangled in each others, his arm wrapped around you with your head on his chest..

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[chlomdtvv]

♥︎first date - ukyt headcannon♥︎

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❣︎𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞❣︎

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➜𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊❤︎︎

— is a gentleman 100%

when you two first meet at the restaurant, he'll get up immediately and give you a little hug.

is very awkward at first but when you realise you have a bit on common, he eases into the conversation a bit more and relaxes. he smiles wide when you laugh at his jokes and you two definitely hit it off well. he did pay for the dinner of course 

after a longer night than expected, he will insist on walking you home, before you get back to your gaff, he'll give you a hug - wrapping his arms around your waist.

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➜𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎

— we all know this short king.

is super sweet and generous – opens the door for you, pulls your seat out so you can sit.

he knows how to carry a conversation at he tries to make the date not awkward - but when he realises that he doesn't need to try at all, he definitely leans back and let's you talk.

if you're a yapper - you both yap away and have your little giggles

if you're a listener, he'll happily waffle away to you about anything and everything. yes he pays for everything.

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➜𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄❤︎︎

—we all know how cocky george is and he uses it very well for dates i must say.

very charming and funny, compliments you as soon as he sees you. as soon as you both sit down, he has your full attention. 

is not much of a talker - more of a listener unless he wants to crack jokes.

he did indeed pay for dinner.

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➜𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ❤︎︎

—he's slightly intimidating at the start but is the sweetest man ever. greets you with a little hug before pulling your chair out for you to sit.

again, he seems like more a listener – a bit awkward at first but then tthe more you two talk, he sort of realised that you matched his interests and he immediately was attracted to you more.

you insisted on splitting the bill but he said no straight away and paid for everything himself.

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➜𝐖𝟐𝐒 ❤︎︎

—socially awkward motherfucker.

but the cute kind.

when he sees you, his eyes light up and he smiles wide. taking the jacket off your shoulders and putting on your chair.

you both chat about anything and everything, he likes to talk about his hobbies for a good while and then he thinks he's talking to much, when you assure him he's not – smiles wider than before. of course he pays for the dinner and happily offered to walk you home.

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➜𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 ❤︎︎

—kindest man from start to end of the date. he compliments you after saying hello, he smiled warmly as you broh talk

"so tell me about yourself" he said while scanning through the menu, but when you start talking he focuses all his attention onto you.

he asks very good icebreakers when the date started but your date wasn't awkward whatsoever, it was like you two known each other for years

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a/n: since the head cannons did so well on my first post, i decided to make another one + thank u for all the follows and comments – you’re all the sweetest 🥹❤️‍🩹

[chlomdtvv]

[chlomdtvv]

legit just creamed

What about an Arthur tv fic where reader has had a boyfriend before but the sex was kind of shit but now she’s with Arthur he shows her what good sex is like. Like he KNOWS what he’s doing.

He Was An Idiot

Atv x reader - fluff, smut

A/N: sorry for the delay anon, this was such a cute request tho i hope you like it <3

My Masterlist

C/W: unprotected boomboyah (stay safe yall), oral (f receiving), emotional intimacy, just cuteness, the dialogue may be a bit out of character

You were straddling Arthur, hands tangled in his curls, the taste of his mouth still on your lips as you pulled back for air. His hands were warm on your hips, thumbs brushing slow circles over the bare skin above your waistband. Your shirt was off. His was too. His eyes—dark, warm, searching—moved down to where your chest was pressed to his.

He leaned up, kissing the curve of your throat gently, sweetly. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, and your heart fluttered at the way he said it like it was a fact, not a compliment.

But even with all that—his softness, the way his fingers worshipped your skin, his lips tracing patient paths down your body—your mind was noisy. It always got noisy when things went this far.

Your breath caught in your throat. You shifted slightly on his lap, and your whole body tensed.

Arthur paused.

His hands stilled on your hips. “Hey.” His voice was low and careful. He looked up at you, brows pulling together. “You okay?”

You forced a smile, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. I’m fine, it’s… nothing.”

He didn’t buy it. Of course he didn’t. Arthur always noticed.

He sat up a little straighter, eyes meeting yours, all concern and softness. “Don’t lie to me. You tensed up. What’s wrong?”

You hesitated. Then exhaled, slow and shaky. “It’s just… I don’t know. I guess I’ve just never really enjoyed this. Like—sex.”

Arthur blinked. “Never?”

You shook your head. “Not really. My ex… he just—he didn’t really care if I enjoyed it, I think. It was always just… fast. Boring. One-sided. And it made me feel like maybe it’s just not for me.”

Arthur’s jaw clenched slightly. Not at you—never at you—but at the image of someone treating you that way. “He was an idiot.”

You laughed dryly. “You don’t have to say that.”

“No, I do.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “Because you thinking you don’t like sex because he was shit in bed is ridiculous.”

Your breath caught again—but this time for a different reason.

He kissed you softly. “You deserve to feel good. I want to show you what it’s supposed to be like.”

You looked down at him, unsure, vulnerable. “And if I still don’t enjoy it?”

“Then we stop. Immediately. We do something else. Or nothing. I just want you to feel happy.”

Your chest ached with how tender he was.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Show me.”

He kissed you like you were something sacred. Slow, reverent. Like he was rediscovering you inch by inch, and not in a rushed way—like he had all the time in the world.

When he undid your bra, he didn’t stare, didn’t grope. He kissed your collarbones, your chest, your sternum. He savored.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, lips skimming over your nipple. His hand cupped your breast gently, thumb brushing until he felt you shiver. “Can I taste you?”

You nodded, already breathless.

He laid you back slowly on the bed, kissing a line down your stomach, tugging your bottoms down with agonizing patience. You were nervous, instinctively wanting to close your legs, but he knelt between them and just looked at you, like he’d never seen anything better.

His voice was hoarse. “You don’t have to do anything. Just relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

And then he buried his mouth between your thighs.

You gasped—actually gasped—and your hips jerked, overwhelmed at how gentle but firm he was with his tongue. He licked slow stripes, then circled your clit softly, pausing when he felt your legs tense.

“Too much?” he asked, mouth shiny.

You shook your head, eyes wide. “No. It’s just… no one’s ever done that like that before.”

He smirked, almost cocky now. “You’ve had shit taste in men.”

You let out a breathless laugh—then moaned as he went back to work. He alternated between soft, teasing flicks and firmer, more rhythmic strokes, learning your body like a map, like every reaction was a note in a song he was trying to master.

And when he slid a finger inside, curling it just right—you actually whined.

“Fuck—Arthur—” Your thighs trembled.

“That’s it,” he praised. “You sound so good when you moan for me.”

He took his time. He didn’t stop until your whole body was shaking, legs wrapped around his shoulders, hands gripping his hair, your orgasm ripping through you harder than you thought possible.

You laid there, panting, stunned.

Arthur crawled up beside you, kissing your temple. “Still think you don’t like sex?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “I think you just changed my whole worldview.”

He grinned, cocky but adoring, kissing you slowly again. “Can I fuck you now?”

The question wasn’t crude—it was careful. Respectful. But there was hunger behind it too, the outline of him pressed hot against your thigh.

“Please.”

When he slid inside you, you swore he nearly moaned into your neck.

“You feel—fucking hell—you feel amazing.”

He started slow, letting you adjust, hips rolling deeply into you. He kissed your jaw, your lips, your shoulder, every inch he could reach.

And when he found a rhythm—deep, slow, grinding—it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. He angled his hips just right and watched your face closely, like he needed to see the moment it hit.

You gasped, clutching his back. “Arthur—oh my God—”

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, forehead against yours. “This is how it’s meant to feel.”

He kept murmuring praise between thrusts.

“So tight—so fucking good—doing so well for me—”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Just wrapped your legs around his waist and took everything he gave you.

And when he reached down to rub your clit again, you came with a cry, your walls fluttering around him, nails digging into his shoulders.

Arthur grunted, hips stuttering. “Fuck—you’re gonna make me—”

You pulled him closer, wanting all of him. “Come for me.”

He did, groaning low and broken into your neck, holding you tight as he emptied himself inside you.

After, he stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to yours, breath warm against your skin.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing your hair back.

You nodded. “More than okay.”

He looked at you with something like awe. “Good.”

You smiled, kissing his jaw. “You’re really good at that.”

Arthur smirked sleepily. “Told you. Your ex was just a knobhead.”

You laughed and buried your face in his chest. “Yeah. He really was.”

Arthur just held you tighter, like he’d never let anyone treat you like that again.

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mi wifey

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WHAT HAPPENS IN MONACO PART TWO ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE

contains: little angsty, smut, unprotected sex, a bit of fluff at the end.

a/n: part 22222😝 hope you all enjoy!

the morning after, you woke up in alfie’s bed and immediately scrambled to get your things and ran out his room before he could wake up. the shame already creeping up on you.

you ran past chip’s room as he opened the door to see you sprinting downstairs, clothes in hand.

“what the fucks up with you?” chip asks, rubbing his eye.

“done a massive mistake.” you pant, leaning against the wall with your eyes closed.

“you’re acting like you’ve killed someone, what’s wrong?” chip chuckles, as he walks with you downstairs.

“me and alfie had sex.” you blurted out.

you watch as chip’s eyes slowly widen in realisation, “fuckin’ hell,” he breathes out, rubbing a hand down his face, “wasn’t expecting you to shag, just thought there was an attraction.”

“yup.” your eyes stay on your nails in embarrassment, in which chip sees.

“don’t be embarrassed, nothing to be ashamed of.” he reassures you, nudging you slightly.

“i just — just don’t know if he’ll regret it we were both steaming drunk.” you sigh, hiding your face in your hands.

just as chip was about to answer you hear a groggily voice speak up whilst walking into the kitchen, “morning.”

you freeze up, eyes widening as you mouth to chip “what do i do?”

“talk to him?” chip mouths back before greeting alfie, asking him how his night was.

“ya alright, y/n?” alfie asks you, standing behind your chair. his large hands landing on your shoulders, making you tense under his touch.

“yeah, ‘m fine.” you mumble.

chip looks between the two of you before muttering ‘going for a shower’, as he gets up and walks away leaving just you and alfie. he sits across from you in the chair chip was previously sat in.

“sure you’re alright?” alfie looks at you, like he’s analysing your face.

“i’m okay.” you nod, but it’s not convincing enough for him.

“no you’re not.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i can tell when you lie y/n.” he says monotonously, making your eyebrows twitch.

“really.” you finally look up at him.

“but if you’re not gonna tell me it’s fine.” alfie shrugs.

a silence lingers in the room, the awkward yet familiar sexual tension filling the room too. you thought that was the end of the conversation you two were going to have today. gathering he wouldn’t say anything about last night, meaning to you, he regretted it.

“listen, about last night-” he starts speaking but you cut him off before he could finish, feeling the embarrassment creeping up on you again.

“we can forget about it if that’s what you wanna do, i don’t care.” you ramble, avoiding his eyes at all cost.

“what? no that’s not what i was gonna say.” alfie chuckles lightly, making your stomach turn. then what was he going to say?

“oh?” you raise your eyebrows slightly in confusion.

“i was going to say, i had a great night. and i meant it when i said i didn’t want it to be a one time thing.” he says in a gentler tone than usual, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eye.

you shake your head in denial, “you don’t have to say that out of pity cause i asked you when we were both drunk.”

“it’s definitely not out of pity.” he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, “i don’t wanna forget about it, quite the opposite actually.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you furrow your brows, not quite understanding what he meant.

“i fancy you, y/n. wasn’t it obvious?” alfie admits, taking you aback.

“i just kinda thought it would be casual sex for you.”

“definitely not.”

the silence lingers again, your eyes staying on each other. as if unspoken words were shared between you.

“i really like you.” he mumbles, hand reaching over to find yours.

“i don’t believe you, alf.” you whisper in a sad tone, not really sure on why you don’t believe him. you just don’t.

“why don’t you believe me?” alfie continues to speak in a quiet tone.

“i don’t know..”

“well then let me prove it to you.” his eyes lowered, something different behind them as he scans your outfit.

“how?” you ask.

“come with me.”

next thing you knew all clothes were thrown on the floor, marks were left on your neck, alfie was on top of you.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” he pants, looking down at you.

“alfie.” you whine, pushing your hips up to meet his.

“what? talk to me.” he murmurs in your ear, nipping at it.

“need you inside me — need you inside me now.”

he slowly pushes himself inside you, stretching you out. his hands caressing your waist, as he watches himself sink inside you, mumbling coherent curses.

“fuck.” he exhales, throwing his head back. watching as you bite your lip to hold back the moans, not wanting the house full of people to hear. knowing chip was right next door.

“feels so good, alfie.” you moan.

the headboard was banging against the wall faintly, alfie having put a pillow between the board and the wall but it wasn’t helping much with his fast pace.

his hides his face in your neck as he cums inside you for the second time on the trip, the feeling of his spilling inside you pushing you over the edge.

after a moment of silence, alfie speaks up. “believe me now?” he asks.

“yeah.” you exhale, wiping sweat from your chest. before looking down at him and playing with his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“good. i really like you.” he states, a dizzy look in his eyes.

“i like you too, alf.” you hum.

“i promise when we get back to london i’ll take you out girl. i would here but we’d have an audience.” he laughs, his chest rumbling against yours.

“i’ll hold you to that.” you smile.

alfie smiles and raises his head so he can press his lips against yours in a small kiss.

it was safe to say you definitely believed him after that, and he kept to his promise that he’d take you out when you returned home. and best believe he spoiled you, saying it was the bare minimum and he was trying to give you the world.

and he looked at you like you hung the stars.

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idk if this is vague but something where george needs to end stream to deal with you because your either teasing or needy.Like the readers not on camera rather doing it behind camera or texts.

# WICKED GAME ★ george clarke

word count: 2.5k. ♡

content: smut, oral sex (m recieving), semi-public nsfw (george is on stream), biting, mean!george(?), light spanking, hair pulling, cum eating, degredation, praise, hints of switch!george, orgasm denial

author note: for some reason i cannot write george as a nice guy during sex so hopefully me making him a bit mean didn’t ruin your request. also this is very short cause i want to get another fic out today but i hope this is okay for you! x

It has become an unspoken rule that you have to leave the room every time George streams. He doesn’t force you to, but it feels like the right thing to do.

He gives you your peace when you’re working, so you decide to do the bare minimum and offer him the same.

So, in lieu of sitting in your own bed, you’ve been exiled to Arthur’s bedroom while he’s away on tour.

Not for the whole night. Usually, you spend two ish hours in there with George’s stream open on your laptop. You’ll gift when you can and you occasionally talk to chat, but it’s mostly just open to keep track of how long he’ll be.

You don’t want to sound clingy. Usually, you don’t mind him streaming. 

Except for tonight. He went live at 9pm and it’s now pushing 12am. He’d promised to be done by 11, and you’ve been patient.

But you’re bored. You miss him.

He’s flexing his biceps on camera as a joke. You can’t help but squirm underneath the sheets as you watch him—proud as ever—parading his massive arms around.

Like he knows you’re watching.

He looks so perfect tonight. The glow of his monitor paints his face beautifully, and his lips quirk up with every slightly funny chat message that flies by. 

His chat are…a crazy bunch, to say the least.

But they’re nothing but lovely to you. In fact, you’re almost certain that they like you more than him.

You sigh, turning onto your side. Your fingertips briefly graze over the laptop keyboard, hoping to find something to say that won’t sound too desperate.

yourusername: stop aura farming at 12am

George reads it almost immediately, and the chat speeds up when they realise you’re here. The love is overwhelming, and you’re so grateful, but that’s not your main focus right now.

It’s the way George pauses upon reading your message. The way his gaze flicks briefly down to the bottom corner of the screen as if to check the time.

“Ah—reader is here?” George hums, trying to seem nonchalant. You can tell that he feels bad.

He should.

“Hi, poppet.” He smiles up to the camera, and your cheeks flush a light pink hue. 

After that, he goes back to playing some dumb horror game that you’ve never heard of and you go back to being lonely.

You scoff, deciding to turn the volume down on George’s stream—not completely, just enough to consider it background noise—before scrolling through your phone.

Fifteen minutes pass, and George is still playing. He’s barely progressed in the game because he stops every five minutes to make a stupid joke.

When you fear that you’ll be in Arthur’s bed all night after all, an idea strikes you. You shuffle slightly, excitement overwhelming you.

You take your shirt off, adjusting your lacy pink bra, and pull the covers down just slightly.

You open the camera on your phone, taking a moment to look at yourself—admire yourself.

You aren’t wearing any makeup, and your hair is in a messy bun, but somehow you still look hot. Effortlessly gorgeous.

You take a casual photo; the phone angled down slightly to expose some of your chest, but nothing too explicit. A simple selfie.

You send it to him a few seconds later, and watch the stream eagerly to see his reaction. Of course, due to the delay, you have to wait a little for it to catch up.

You hear the ping of his phone twice. Once through the thin walls of the flat, and again, faintly on your laptop.

You grin, watching him glance down to his phone. He doesn’t pause his game, but he does mutter a one sec, chat before opening your text.

You watch him zoom in on the photo, a light smile present on his face.

be done soon x

You frown when the notification pops up on your phone. 

It’s almost 12:45.

define soon

Again, you watch him read it. You watch his face flicker with something akin to frustration at your pushy approach.

George doesn’t reply to your message. He shuts his phone off, pushes it aside and goes back to his game.

You let out a hmph noise—mostly to yourself, but if there’s a chance that George hears it, that’d be great—and furrow your brows.

George doesn’t have a very good record when it comes to horror games, and it will take him three to four hours to complete a single game. 

So you have at least another hour to mess with him, evident by his confusion when the game gets difficult. Chat yells at him, telling him what to do, but he’s too focused to realise.

It’s then that you come to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to end the stream anytime soon. Not even pictures of you can sway him.

So you take a different approach. You shut your laptop, pull the sheets away from you, and open the door. Your feet pad along the apartment, shuffling quietly along the floor.

Chris’s light is off, so you’re hoping that he’s asleep. You lightly knock on George’s door, and he briefly excuses himself, blames Chris for the disruption, and switches his camera off.

He knows that it’s not Chris.

He recognises you by the weight of your hand alone; the delicacy you have when you knock.

He pulls the door open, peeking around the corner. You beam up at him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. He looks confused—almost uninterested—and you click your tongue.

You look over his shoulder towards his setup. Chat are talking amongst themselves and the stream preview is just the game. No George, no camera, no you.

You don’t want to say anything in case the microphone picks it up, so you simply shuffle past your boyfriend and observe his stream setup.

He follows behind you, flicking the mute mic button on.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You shrug, innocent as anything.

He moves his chair out of the way, sitting down.

Before he can pull it back into the desk, you drop to your knees and crawl underneath the desk. He looks down at you in disbelief, shaking his head.

You give him a look. You give him an out—a chance to say no and call it all off. He doesn’t tell you to stop.

His cheeks flush, and he finally pulls himself closer to the desk. You sit on your knees between his thighs, palms resting on his knees. You lay your head against his thigh, and he brings his hand down to thread his fingers through your hair.

He swiftly unmutes his microphone, switches his camera back on, and claims that Chris needed help with something.

The chat thinks nothing of it, and they continue to yell at him for playing the game wrong.

“Alright—where were we?” He clears his throat halfway through his sentence to appear calm and fails horribly. 

Hope lingers in his hues. You see it, and you yearn to ruin it. 

Your hands smooth over his legs, and he shivers beneath your touch.

“I have no fucking idea what’s going on, chat. Am I supposed to like—answer the door? I don’t want to.” He chuckles. Chat notices his flush too, but they blame the eerie game he’s playing.

You reach up, tugging his shorts down his waist. He lifts his hips subtly, aiding you with your removal. Once they pool at his ankles, you move onto his boxers.

Again, he lifts his hips, and all you want to do is whisper praise into his ear. 

You shift closer upon removing his clothes, and you look up at him with pleading eyes. His gaze flickers down, almost uncertain, before nodding.

You feel the drool collect in your mouth. You swallow, and George’s lips give a faint smile.

You trail your lips over his leg, mouthing at as much skin as you possibly can. You kiss the inside of his thigh, hinting at a bite. He glances down at you, warning you with a simple look.

Your teeth sink into his flesh, and his whole body tenses. His grip in your hair tightens, pulls with no mercy. 

Like he’s trying to tame a pup with sharp teeth.

You try to gauge George’s reaction by inspecting his face, but besides a subtle twitch in his jaw, he’s casual. His body soon relaxes, and he takes a deep breath.

He’s so collected, so calm, so hot.

You can barely breathe when you near his cock, reaching up to wrap your hand around it. He holds his breath, exhales a few seconds later like it’s been forced out of him.

Your smirk is more than taunting, your eyelashes flutter as you beam up at him with so much pride swimming in your eyes. You stick your tongue out, offering small, teasing licks to the head of his cock.

He pulls his hand away from your head, giving you the reins. You’re pretty sure that he needs both hands for this game, but you whine at the loss of contact.

He furrows his brows, gives you a pointed look as if to tell you to shut up.

You take that as a challenge, and wrap your lips around the head of his cock. 

His reaction is immediate. His hand lets go of his mouse, and you hear the clicking stop. He grips the edge of his desk, nails biting into the wood.

Your tongue drags slowly along the underneath of his cock, taking him into your mouth again afterwards.

George then decides that this is a good time to answer the door in the game he’s playing.

You hear it through the speakers. As he clicks to open the door, you take him all the way, choking when the head of his cock hits the back of your throat.

He moans, and tries to cover it up as a noise of fear, but chat catches on quickly.

“George why did you moan? I didn’t moan. I jumped. There was someone outside of my literal door.”

There’s a cutscene next, so George takes this opportunity to lace his fingers through your hair once again.

In lieu of pulling like he had previously done, George decides to push.

He gently forces your head down on his cock, groans when you choke around him. The mic doesn’t pick it up, but you wish it would.

This fucker. 

You lightly slap his knee as if to scold him, and it works. He lets go of your head, places his hands back onto his keyboard and mouse, and leaves you be.

Atta boy you think. You wish you could say it. 

You know that he wants to hear it roll off of your tongue like a prayer. 

You’re drooling; salvia drips from the corners of your mouth and coats George’s cock, making it easier for you to take him deeper.

You hollow your cheeks, reaching up to wrap a hand around the base of his cock. Your tongue works overtime, flicking over his tip with every bob of your head. 

He’s sweating above you, trying to play it cool. He’s never been one to stay composed during a blowjob, so this is difficult for him. He’s doing so well.

“Alright—” George chokes out the word, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop any tears from pricking at his eyes. “I’m gonna leave it here tonight.” 

You scowl up at him, but he doesn’t catch it. This is supposed to be your payback. Still, you don’t let go of his cock.

You’re barely moving now, just keeping him warm at the back of your throat. You swallow around him occasionally, making his hips jerk up.

“Thanks for coming in, chat. Should be streaming tomorrow if the Mrs doesn’t—fuck—mind.”

That’s right. If it’s really up to you then he’s not allowed to stream for the rest of his life. God, you miss him when he’s gone.

Miss his hands on you, his cock down your throat, you miss it all. 

You don’t hear him click the end live button, but by the way he throws his headphones off and onto the desk, you have a feeling that you’re safe to speak. 

You pull off of his cock, messily lapping at the head to be a tease.

“Such a good boy.” You drawl, pumping his cock with your fist now. His head tips back, his body slouches in his chair, and his lips part.

“Sorry.” He whispers.

“Sorry for what, baby?” You push.

“For—ah, taking ages.” He pouts down at you, and you scoff at his faux innocence. 

You nod your head, satisfied with his answer. His hands find your hair once again, gently pushing against your head.

“Someone’s eager.” You quip. He grumbles something under his breath, but you don’t bother asking him to repeat himself. Instead, you hover over his cock once again, before taking him into your mouth completely.

His cock twitches at the back of your throat, and you do your best not to gag.

“Gonna cum.” He whispers. You give a lazy hum of approval, your nose flush with his stomach when he finishes down your throat. 

You pull off, lapping up every drop of him in the process.

He runs a hand through his own hair, taking a few deep breaths.

Your smile is laced with pride, because you did that. Of course you fucking did.

“Good?” You ask, wiping the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah.” He says.

You both sit in silence for a moment, and it’s only when you notice the throbbing between your legs that you make an effort to get up.

“Where are you going?” He peers down at you like you’re a dog, and you think you’ve died and gone to heaven. 

“Uh—”

“No. No uh. That—is not fucking on.” He scolds, and you whine.

Somewhere, somehow, the switch flipped. Literally.

He’d been a puddle of nothing with his cock in your mouth five minutes ago, and now he’s degrading and humiliating you like you’re nothing to him.

Fuck.

“You don’t do that.” He says. 

You look up at him, dazed. You don’t nod, but you don’t shake your head either. You just stare, mouth parted slightly.

“Could have just asked me to stop streaming. There was no need for that. Fucking—shoving my cock down your throat while I’m streaming? Fucking insane.” His voice is low, raw with hunger.

Like someone has been living inside of his throat, trying to claw their way out.

“George.” You rub your head over his inner thigh like a needy cat, but he’s having none of it.

He ignores you, directing his gaze up to his monitor. You hear a few clicks, and then the glow from his desktop is gone.

“Get up.” He says, pulling his chair out of the desk.

You’re hesitant, but eventually you stand in front of him, knees bruised and aching. “I hope you know how to beg, poppet. You’re gonna be doing a lot of it tonight.”

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Am I gonna die a virgin?

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expected couple - g.clarke

synopsis: you and george finally realise you’re more than friends and all your mates are not surprised .

c/w : none .? fluff, probably very cringe so i’m sorry x. wrote this at like 2 am? ignore the spelling mistakes

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— YOU ARE NO STRANGER to uk youtubers, in fact – the majority of your best mates are youtubers. you've appeared in countless of videos like:

arthur hills "platform roulette"

chris mds "soccer saturday"

bambinobeckys “see it off”

arthur fredericks "weirdos of tinder videos"

but mostly appeared on becky's channel or shannon's youtube since they're your closest friends.

you, yourself did not have a youtube channel but more on the influencer side of tiktok. ranging to 850k followers for makeup tutorials, skincare products and just overall good quality products and editing for vlogs etc.

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on a night out with becky, sabina, chip, arthurh, george, liv and bach. you made a few lip syncing tiktoks with the group in the background just vibing. the girls calling you ‘leng’ and ‘sexy’ which made you giggle in the video. the tiktok blew up with about 1M views and 661.2k likes and flooded with a bunch of comments but a specific one stuck to you.

| user27:  she's so majestic

| urfavvuser:  not arthur's face in the background lmaooo

| georgeclarkeey:  looking fine 

↳ yourusername:  cheers mr clarkey x

↳ clarkeyvsp: WOAHH WHATT

↳ user99:  CAUGHT LURKING IN (Y/N) COMMENT SECTION 

↳ user_q19:  look at the way he's staring at her in the video omg

on the 30ht of march, you were invited to a soccer saturday video. you ended going to doncaster with all your mates and having a great time, even if you were drunk out of your mind.

when the video was posted on chris' account, the comments were all about you and george.

| loving the george and (y/n) content 

| omg arthur was so battered 😭

| pls bring (y/n) on more vids!!!

| becky and (y/n) are the best duo

| okay but george and (y/n) were very close 🤔

| first comment

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days turn into weeks go by, more collabs and more brands flow in your emails which makes you heavily stressed, don't get me wrong — you love all the support and the income you're banking but many emails to respond to, unanswered texts from friends and a load of other things that adds pressure and stress on you.

though the stress is much, there's one person who's been helping you get your mind off things.

george clarke.

weirdly enough, you both have been getting closer and closer, you've noticed that he's become one of your most frequently contacted and how you can't help but smile to yourself when you see his name ping down at your screen. something about you two was different to others. you with chris — you know that it's only a friendship, same thing with arthur but with george? why does it feel like there's something more. even some of your mates catch on.. but what is there to catch?

yeah you guys hang out almost every day of the week

yeah you guys already have inside jokes 

yeah he's been inviting you to the flat more and more

but that's all friendly stuff .... right?

sitting on the couch, drinking coffee as the lads chatted about anything as always. "how's (y/n)?" arthur h asks abruptly with a cheeky grin on his face. george shrugs nonchalantly, trying so hard not to smile at just the mention of her name. making chris and arthur share a glance "eh - she's alright, we're going out for coffee in about an hour.." george replied, humming the last word of the sentence as he focused on checking his phone about the thirtieth time to see if she texted him anything. 

➤2 unread messages from (y/n/n).

"soo.. yeah." george mumbled the words with a soft smirk on his face as he reads the unread messages from his developing crush. "i'm guessin' she texted him" chris whispered to arthur h in a teasing tone. "'m gonna go now actually, i'll see you's later" he said without taking his eyes off the screen and the large stupid smile plastered on his lips.

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"get ready with me for a little coffee run. i will be joined by a friend of mine that you all know very well. i'll probably be posting on my insta too" you say with a warm smile to the camera, doing your regular tiktok 'get ready with me's' "i've actually got a lot of pr packages that i also will be posting on my instagram so definitely check out my new posts if you haven't already" you said with a wink as you blend in your blush with your makeup brush. 

"mkay, last thing is a fit check - of course" you say as you take a few steps back to show your outfit, black cardigan with grey baggy jeans and a white vest, topped with gold jewellery and a fresh pair of nike airforces.

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"hey" you greeted george with a warm smile and a hug, wrapping your arms around him as he lifts you up a few centimetres off the ground which made you giggle.

"how're you?" he asked as he pulled out his seat and sat down while you do the same. "mmh doing okay, i've got a bunch of emails i gotta get back to so.." she frowned with an annoyed expression at the thought of work – he would already tell that she's been mad busy.

"what about you? how've you been" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, sipping on her iced latte . "the same since the last time we hung out ... 2 weeks ago" he chuckled and you rolled your eyes. "yeah but we have more to catch up on right?" 

he barked laughed "you should come back to the flat, the lads and i might have a movie night and they haven't seen you for a while" he suggested and she couldn't help but feel a faint blush creeping on her face, which he noticed and made his ego jump. "i don't see why not" she agreed as she takes a sip of her iced latte. 

after staying in the coffee shop for a little bit longer — they went to a tesco to buy some pizza dough, tomato sauce and some cheese — if you didn't catch on already, the pair was going to bake a pizza.

“just lemme do all the hard stuff, i know how hard it is for you to concentrate one things at a time" the girl giggled which made him scoff "i can cook quite well, thank you very much" he grumbled as he shoved her playfully.

"surrreee" she giggled as she shoved him back, both of them just giddy and giggly. 

she didn't notice it but he did. the way she scrunched her nose bridge when he told a shit joke, or when she flushed pink when he'd always compliment something about her hair, her clothes – anything that he knew would make her smile from ear to ear.

as they arrive back to george's shared apartment, arthur and chris were sitting in the dining room - minding their own business until both their heads shot up when they heard your voice.

"it's your new flat mate!!" she joked sarcastically which made both of the boys laugh and immediately stand up to greet her. 

"georgie and i are gonna make some pizza, i hope you guys don't mind that i'm staying for the movie night" she said whilst george puts the grocery bag on top of the dining table. "i told you like a billion times to shut the fuck up and stop calling me that" george groaned sarcastically when he heard her call him 'georgie' 

chris and arthur raising a brow but decided to speak up on it just in case.

"also.." george added as he walked up behind the girl.

"we're together" he said with the biggest smirk on his face whilst he wraps an arm around her. 

yeah they kissed in a frozen pizza section. 

chris and arthur's expression looked the exact same. mixed with shock and happiness. "ayy congrats for you both" arthur clapped. "took you both long enough" chris joked which made the group laugh.

"okay whatever, let's go make pizza" george rolled his eyes, his arm still lingering on your body as if slides down to your waist and pulls you close as the two of you walked towards the kitchen.

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a/n: kinda shite lmfao PLEASE send req if u guys have any i’m lowk runninout of ideas

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୨୧﹕ lollipop ! part 1

pairing ; italianbach x fem!reader contains ; friends to lovers , yearning a/n ; i’ve been needing bach fanfiction and there’s literally like one on here so i thought i might as well do it myself. ik this one’s short but there’ll be a part 2 i swearrr summary ; on a day out with his best friend, isaac starts to gain unusual feelings for her

“ Do you love me ? ” y/n asks, a strand of hair falling into her face.

Isaac furrowed his brows, “ What ? ”

“ You heard me ” she laughs before stopping for a second, looking up into the boy’s eyes. She repeats herself, yet this time with a whisper, “ Do you love me ? ”

“ Of course I love you ” Isaac responds, looking down at the girl, so close that their chests were almost touching. Isaac reaches for y/n’s free strand of hair and tucks it behind her ear, “ You’re my best friend y/n ”

“ Don’t play dumb ” she says, rolling her eyes, “ i love you ”

Isaac’s heart rate quickens as the two sit in a comfortable silence. He examines her face, memorising each feature; from the arch in her eyebrows to the colour of her lips. Her lips fascinated him; the way they parted as she stared into his eyes, the shine to them when she licks her lips. He couldn’t look away, he couldn’t resist.

Isaac didn’t realise how close they were until their lips brushed against each other. The warmth of her breath against his skin gave him a rush of adrenaline. Without a second thought, Isaac closed the gap between the two, placing a short but deep kiss onto her lips.

The two look at each other for a moment, a look of hunger which only they could understand. And with that, their lips met once more, but this time it was full of greed. y/n tangled her fingers into Isaac’s hair as he roughly pulled her closer, as if he wanted them to merge together and become one. The kiss was full of passion, satisfying their cravings.

“ Isaac ” y/n whispered breathily between kisses.

“ Yeah? ” he responds hastily, moving down to her neck and leaving sloppy kisses.

She repeats his name once more before speaking, “ Come on ”

“ What ? ”

“ Come on ! ” y/n yells, throwing a pillow at the brunette boy’s face.

Isaac wakes up in a shock, “ Fucking hell ! ”

“ We had plans, remember ? ” the girl reminds, flicking him in the forehead.

He swats y/n’s hand away before moving his hair out of his face to look at her. She was even more beautiful than in the dream. ‘ Fuck ’ he thought.