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The tensions are rISING HIGHER

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If you think you're George Daniel's #1 fan, you're wrong. That place has been occupied by Matty Healy for 20 years

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i really want to write something but i have nothing to write. someone send me a request please !!!!

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My pussy is shaking y’all. What the fuck am I meant to do with all this new HD content…..(runs to my Wattpad draft headquarters 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️)

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Sam fender- SFW alphabet

A/n had this written ages ago and haven’t touched it since so posting it now for all you guys.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sam is so affectionate, he will literally show affection anyway he can, your favourite affectionate thing he does though is when he cooks you food in the morning and brings it to you in bed waking you up with kisses.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's such a good bestfriend, he likes to make sure your safe he'll talk to you about anything that mayy be bothering you. I think you make friends at school on your first day he just notices you wandering around and your both alone so you just make friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Sam LOVES cuddling he'll cuddle you anytime he can. When your waiting in a queue? he's there hugging you from behind. When your at home on the sofa? he's there lying on your chest hands wrapped around your waist under a blanket binge watching a sit com.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sam isn't that domestic when you first get together but as time progresses he realises your the one for him and wants to settle down get married and have kids with you. When you get your first flat together he does everything cooks and cleans which surprises you because when you first started dating he had the messiest room in his shared flat with his friends.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I honestly don't think sam would break up with you. I think you'd be the one to do it especially with how hard the touring commitment is, I think it get's a bit tough and you start having more sad times together than you do happy, so the relationship starts to wear down so you end things with him. let's just say he doesn't take it well.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In the beginning sam wants to see where things end up but by the first anniversary he starts planning the engagement to engage to you on your first date anniversary, the full loop.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sam is so gentle with you, he knows what sets you off, especially when you've had a tough day at work he knows to leave you alone and let you have your alone quiet time. he's so caring like that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

sam loves hugs he's hugging you all the time, his hugs are so sweet not crushing but still strong enough to feel the love.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Sam is the first one to say I love you on the second month of being together when your in bed just woken up it slips out but he doesn't go back on his word, you two are in bliss for the rest of that day just saying I love you over and over.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Sam gets so jealous. one time when you two were out on a date at a restaurant you had only had your drinks not even ordering your main courses yet he accused the waiter of flirting with you and he slammed a twenty down on the table and whisked you two off to McDonalds drive thru.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sam's kisses are like honey, he kisses you everywhere on your cheek on your neck, but the best ones are on your lips especially when your in a rush to get to the office and sam's in a rush to get to the studio after having spent 10 minutes too long in bed together, it's quick but it's filled with love. Sam loves to be kissed on the cheek, and on his lips if your leaving the house he makes sure yoou never leave without saying an I love you and a kiss on his lips he sometimes points to his lips if you forget it's the sweetest thing in the world.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Sam is so sweet around children especially your nieces and nephews, he makes sure that he never leaves anybody out, he'll play half an hour of football with your nephews and then play half an hour of teaparties and makeovers with your niece's, and to say it gives you baby fever is an understatement. It also leaves your sisters and your mum asking when your going to have a baby with Sam.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It depends whether it's a weekday or an weekend. If it's a weekday, your both usually still in bed way longer than you should be, due to you both being so warm in your bed that you don't want to leave, but eventually sam urges you to get up and get sorted and its usually in a rush as you didn't realise the time. However, if it's a weekend sam will wake you up with breakfast in bed and kissing you all over your face, and you'll both sit there with whatever your binge watching and devour your breakfast together and spent half the day in bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights usually end the same, after dinner you'll curl up on the sofa Sam laying on your chest with a blanket over both of you watching a film then up to bed with your glasses on while you read a book and Sam starts composing his next song with his guitar.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sam would definitely wait a bit to tell you he's a singer as he doesn't know how you'll react you start guessing when he's late replying and you don't know what he's up to as he's hidden his social medias from you. You don't end up minding though, as you kinda knew who he was all along due to your friend dragging you to one of his gigs when he first started out.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sam is very patient with you, he never snaps at you he speaks in calm tone all the time which scares you as his songs sometimes suggest anger. you think he just hides how much of a softie he is.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sam remembers so much it scares you both a lot of the time, one time you were telling him to get you your favourite wine from the shops and he replies with what wine makes you sick which you didn't even remember telling him and he doesn't recall you telling him either which you both laugh about because you did tell him you were just both very drunk.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment in your relationship is when you tell him you got him Springsteen tickets. he cried then he laughed and was shocked when you told him the trouble you went through to get them, the fact you risked going on your phone at work which could've resulted in you losing your job. The concert was the best thing though, you both dressed up in country attire and held each other singing along with alcohol in your hand, it was the cutest thing ever and Sam would relive that day in his mind for the longest time ever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Sam is so protective he makes sure that your safe all the time whether that's holding your heels and giving you his shoes so that your feet wouldn't be in pain and you wouldn't step on glass. or simply just holding you close so that he doesn't lose you in case something bad happens to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sam puts so much effort in to everything he goes to such extreme lengths in your relationship, one time he hired out a whole restaurant so that you could just be alone together as he knows how much you get anxious in a busy place sometimes.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

his main bad habit is eating in bed without a tray especially if its crumby your always saying "Get a tray, I dont want crumbs sticking to my bare arse tonight" Its a joke between the two of you now.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think in the beginning sam would be worried about his looks he especially makes sure he has a clean shaven beard but when you start living together, he stops shaving it as one day you tell him you love it and because he knows you love it he keeps it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

oh he would be so incomplete without you, everytime he goes away on tour he tries to convince you to come with him but you tell him he has a job, but that doesn't stop him from persuading you to come to all the UK shows. He also flies back home when he has days in between shows just to be with you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

One morning Sam woke up and went downstairs to cook you breakfast and you woke up to hear him sing Taylor swift and the smell of bacon burning you immediately shot up and ran downstairs. “Have you burned my kitchen down?” “You mean our kitchen” “no my kitchen you can’t cook for shit” you say with a giggle. “I seriously think you aren’t joking about that, considering how this breakfast has gone” he says showing you the plate which had burnt to a crisp everything on it “that is truly inedible, do you just want to order a maccies Sam?” “Yeah go on then. I think next time I’ll leave the cooking to you baby” “smart idea”

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He Hates Hates Hates it when you put fake tan on, not that you do it often only if your going somewhere nice. he also hates it when you leave your makeup sprawled across the bathroom as its all in his way.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

A sleep habit of Sam's is when your both on your respectful sides of the bed and he rolls over towards you and lays his head on your chest, it's equally sweet and uncomfortable as you love your boyfriend but his snoring is so loud it can be hard to fall asleep.

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GIRL DAD MATTY BLURB- AT THE SHOW!!!

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA. I have had a very busy time since I last uploaded anything and I promise to get a lot more regular with my uploads now! , I had half of this written in February and it’s been In my drafts since. I finally finished it just now so I really hope you like it. It’s less of a blurb more of a piece

So I saw this photo on my Timeline and it just sparked something in me to write girl dad Matty Blurb.

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You had been watching Matty rehearse the show, You wanted to watch it before you decided if it was appropriate for your Girls to watch.

"What do you think" "Much prefer this to At Their Very Best, the girls hated it when I had to take them away during consumption. Least they can watch it this time around" "Yeah, I hated it too." Matty replied reminiscing during At Their Very when you whisked the girls off from the side wings. Slightly hearing Amelie's crying, and Grace and Georgia's "Why I want to watch dad" questioning.

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You hadn't managed to pull the girls out of school for a week, just to go to the first day of their dad's show in America, which he was very proud of. However you had managed to pull them out for the Thursday and Friday marking the first dates of the UK dates of "Still...At their Very best". It was a surprise though, neither Matty or the girls knew. So when you had told the girls that morning they wouldn't be going to school that morning, they had all but questioning why and asking if they were going to see their dad, making it obvious knowing that their dad had left the previous night, Amelie being the daddy girl that she was sobbing for hours on end crying for her daddy until she had tired herself at 4am softly wrapping your hair around her hand while sucking her thumb a habit you both were trying to get her to stop.

"Enough questioning Grace and Georgia. get your breakfast. then get packing for two nights" "We're defo going to see dad" Georgia says mumbling quiet enough that you didn't hear turning to the cupboard to grab some cereal.

"What does my Amelie want for her brekky" "Daddy's!" She said squealing. As of late, Matty had been giving Amelie a piece of toast yoghurt with strawberries and honey topping off the yoghurt. It sounded weird but she loved it ever since she had her yoghurt and then asked Matty for his toast. Who was he to decline his baby girl, He just couldn't say no to her. "Daddy's, breakfast it is my sweet girl"

Once the girls had finished their breakfast you had urged them to go get dressed and pack two nights worth of clothes. They had obliged after finally getting it out of you that they were going to see their dad, they had bugged it out of you.

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The flight to Glasgow from Manchester wasn't too bad. Amelie had practically slept the whole way there and Grace and Georgia had kept quiet, thank god for technology, and you just hoped and prayed that Matty wasn't bombarding you with messages saying good morning and asking how the girls were and then being upset/worried why you weren't replying.

Stepping off the plane you had managed to avoiud the screaming fans amelie cowering in your neck and Grace and Georgia keeping their heads down, they all knew by now that they were to avoid the cameras and just walk and ignore them. You had been doing it for so many years by now it had become second nature to you.

You met George in arrivals, Amelie jumping out of your arms running with her sisters "Uncle Georgie" she screamed "Slow down girls." "Hello my sweet girls. How are you?" the girls answered accordingly You gave him a death stare. "But yeah don't run in the airport, you could knock someone out" he added on, not wanting a lecture at 10am from you "how are you Y/n? How was the flight" He says giving you a side hug walking to the car. "I'm good, Matty's only been gone one night and Amelie was up crying half the night. Thank god we've only got a month of this. I don't think I could do the same amount of time over again" "Yeah, he was showing us videos of the girls last night on the bus. It was so repetitive." "You know how he gets though when he's been with the girls for a month" "Yes unfortunately I do." he says opening the car doors.

"I didn't know you were driving. especially had a car out here" "I don't it's ross' he let me borrow it as long as I promised not to crash it." "You wouldn't crash it not with the girls in the back" "Yeah I know. He knows that too but Matty was around so had to keep the façade up you know?" "All too well, George, all too well"

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Once you had arrived at the Arena. you had made sure to avoid the fans queuing and went around the back and collected your's and the girls AAA passes.

"right. He's in the green room. follow me come on" George says checking his phone and pocketing it in his back pocket. The girls had all but skipped on the way there. It had been so long since the girls did this. So you weren't Surprised.

George knocked on the door before Matty shouted a "come in" He peeked his head through the door but the girls pushed past and shouted "Daddy" "Oh hello my sweet girls. What are you doing here?" he says Amelie climbing up on to his lap and snuggling in his shoulder Matty kissing her head while the other two sat in between him and he put his arms round them.

"You thought we wouldn't miss the first night of the europe tour of still at their very best. you must be quite mad Matthew. It's tradition. starting all the way back in 2013, when I went that night alone single and somehow ended up with a boyfriend"

"Darling wife." he exclaims pouty face on signalling for wanting a kiss "Your not gonna meet me halfway matty?" "Can't exactly can I?" he exclaims gesturing to where all his daughters are sat in his arms. You send him an eyeroll before meeting his lips placing a chaste kiss. and then going to sit down on the sofa opposite them. no room your three daughters and husband occupying the sofa.

"Ahhh I missed my girls." he says placing a kiss on their heads. "How was the flight and last night" "Amelie you want to tell daddy what happened last night or should I?" you ask Amelie lifts her head up from where it lay on Matty's chest before leaning back down saying "You tell." muffled by her fathers chest. "Your youngest daughter was up until 4am last night crying because she missed you. She tired herself out eventually. She started sucking her thumb again" Matty sighs before lifting her head up, making her look him in her eyes in the sweetest and gentlest voice he tells her "Darling. You musn't cry just because daddy's gone. You know it's his job. Your a big girl right?" she nods her eyes welling up. "Well, big girls don't cry at their daddy's being away. and they also don't suck their thumb." "I just missed you" her bottom lip wobbling before tears started pouring out, she didn't like being told off. "I'm not telling you off darling. I just don't want you to cry. I hate seeing you upset. I missed you too aswell you know” and then Amelie cowered further into his neck, grace yelling ow as Amelie had put her bottom half of her body fully ontop of grace, “Amelie, stop it your hurting Grace.” Matty said, and then the tears started pouring out of her face. “I bet you haven’t missed that mate” Ross said walking into the room. “UNCLE ROSS!” Georgia and Grace exclaimed jumping up from the sofa and running into Ross’ arms who at this point crouched down taking both girls into the hug “oh my girlies I’ve missed you. How have you been.” “Good! I got an A in my music assignment.” Grace says. Matty and I look at each other eyes wide. “Grace Denise Healy! You never told us” matty and I chorus into telling her off “whoops. Did I not?” “Er no young lady” Matty says “your dad’s a world famous musician and you didn’t think to tell me? Who do you think you are?” “It must’ve slipped my mind to mention. I’m sorry dad, i didn’t mean to. But you know it was bass guitar, I wasn’t singing or anything. So it didn’t really concern you?” “Grace Denise Healy! He’s your dad. And he also plays bass. So I should think it should concern him do you not? Also please don’t speak like that to your dad or me ever again. Okay?” “Okay. I’m sorry. Hug and kiss?” She asks walking back to where Matty was sat on the sofa with Amelie still in his arms. “Of course my sweet girl.” He says giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

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A little while later Matty brings me into the room without the girls

“What have you bought me in here for?” “To ask you a question.” “You’re not about to propose again are you? We’re already married.” I say waving my left hand infront of his face signalling the engagement ring and wedding band that adorned my ring finger.

“No no. God I do not want to relive that period of you being a bridezilla” “I wasn’t that bad” “oh come on you were swearing every which way at every body when nothing went your way” “okay maybe I was a tad bad” “I’d say so, anyway we’re digressing here” he says

“How would you feel if I bought Grace out to play a song?” “Hmm I don’t know Matty. It’s a big ask. What if she plays the wrong chord? Also not to mention that we try to keep them off social media for their own protection.” “I understand all that, but I’ve spoken to Grace and she said that her assignment was the bass the sound. I really and truly think that she won’t mess it up. And as for the social media thing. If she wants to be shown on social media, then I think she can make her own choice now. She’s 13, she’s old enough to have her own social media now. I think that’s down to her” “Okay. If she’s okay with it then I’m okay with it, but let her choose Matty, I know how proud you are of her but please don’t force her, it needs to be her own choice. And I fully stress that”

“Okay. Thank you for seeing me out” “no worries, your the girls dad too. We parent together not separately” he kisses me on the lips then goes to leave to presumably to get Grace. “Matty?” “Yeah?” He says turning around “how would you feel if I did the about us part tonight?” “Well Carlys doing that. But you can do Jesus Christ if you want? It is your part after all.” “I’d like that” I say. He turns around “one more thing” “yeah?” “I love you.” “I love you too baby”

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“How would you like to perform the sound on stage with Daddy, uncle hann, uncle George and uncle Ross? It does mean that you’d go on social media though. Because most of the fans will be capturing it.” “I’m okay with it.” “Grace you can say no you know” “I know, I’m completely fine with it. I can’t wait now” “I’m so glad that your excited, did you know mums also going on stage too?” “I didn’t. Is she doing auntie Carly’s bit?” “No, she’s doing her own bit. Jesus Christ god bless America 2005” “that’s so cool I can’t wait to see mum up there. We’re rockstars now, with thousands of fans” “yep, but you know daddy’s always going to be your number one don’t you” “I know”

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“Alright all gather in for a photo” Grace stands at the back cuddled into Matty Georgia stands on her own infront of Grace. Amelie is on Mattys hip, as always.

“Alright. Now you four.” “We’re a bit photoed out don’t you think” “Never too photoed out, huddle in” George stands at the back with Ross next to him and Matty and Adam stand at the front. “Perfect, come on handsome our turn” “ugh geez anybody would think I am some sort of rockstar” everybody choruses “you are” “oh yeah” he says and everybody’s starts laughing. “Come on then mrs”

We huddle in and take a few silly poses before Grace and Georgia choruses “mum and dad you’re so embarrassing” “oh no. I think we’re too old we’ve finally been hit with the embarrassing I never thought I’d see the day” I say looking at Matty resting my head on his shoulder “it’s okay, I’ll always be embarrassing with you. No matter how old we get” “your too sweet but I think we should do some cute ones now”

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The concert starts and then after Matty finishes on the b-stage I get my queue to go on. Nobody out there I was going to be doing Jesus Christ with Jamie instead of Polly. So it was nerve wracking and I didn’t have any of the boys with me so that made my anxiety even worse. However the show must go on. So I stood in place and the crowd starts roaring and the introductory chords start playing, so I hum along and the crowd hum along too.

“I’m in love with Jesus Christ, he’s so nice. I’m in love I’ll say it twice. I’m in love I’m in love. I’m in love but I’m feeling low, for I am just a footprint In the snow. I’m in love with a boy I know but that’s a feeling I can never show. Oh fortunately I believe lucky me. I’m searching for planes in the sea and that’s irony. Soil just needs water to be and a seed so if we turn into a tree can I be the leaves? I’m in love with the girl next door. Her name is Claire. Nice when she comes round to call, then masturbate the second she’s not there. Oh fortunately I believe. Lucky me. Searching for planes in the sea, that’s irony. Soil just needs water to be. And a seed so if we turn into a tree can I be the leaves.” The crowd claps back.

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“Ladies and gentlemen. We have a very special guest for this next song” the crowd cheers “charli! Charli! Charli!” Understandable as she was seen earlier in the show, he laughs “not quite but just as special. Ladies and gentlemen. On the bass for this next song. My very own daughter Grace Denise Healy!” The crowd scream She runs out waving with a bass guitar strapped across her shoulder. She waves to the crowd and they scream back

The song goes well and the crowd are screaming “Grace! Grace! Grace!” “They absolutely loved you baby” I say giving her a hug as she comes off. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure she’ll be back very soon!”

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The rest of the show went well and Matty left on a high from the crowd which is always a good thing.

“Oh my baby girl I love you you did so well, you too y/n. You were so amazing and the roar the crowd let out the minute they realised you were performing not polly was just amazing.”

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The rest of the weekend goes so well and Grace performs again the following night you aswell. And you spend the rest of the weekend in Scotland in a familial bliss. It was just a dream and you get ready to live it all again in London, seen as it was right on your doorstep. So the girls wouldn’t miss school.

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guys….i won. my bf looks like matty..kinda

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hello hello.

i have set up a new blog for everything chaos crew and sidemen fics!!

this does not mean that i’m going to be leaving this blog. I still have so many fics that i need to finish.

but i thought that if any of you were interested in fics like that and wanted to give me a follow the account is @eltoshaw 💕💕💕

lots of love and i’ll see you soon for an update on arabella 🫶🫶🤠

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@ughgoaway has inspired me to create getting high with matty blurb. 😭, kinda shit though it’s half done as the rest of the stuff in my drafts 😁💕

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idk if i wanna be her or be with her

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matty when i like your story please interpret it as me touching your bicep and twirling my hair

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so at college we have to write an essay and use theorys and we have been having theory lessons but I missed one so I went back to the powerpoint it was about participatory culture and one of the bullet points of what fan generated media was fanfiction all im gonna say is thank fuck i wasnt in that lesson

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no but i have a lot of thoughts to do

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The G and birdie bits I have been craving I miss them

I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | Before we grew up

A/N: Hey! Back with another addition to the George and Birdie universe since it was so well loved!! Honestly, the whole thing still surprises me and the fact that some of you wanted more of them actually made my heart hurt!! But I've missed them and writing this brought me a whole lot of joy, so I hope you enjoy! If this does well or it’s wanted I might write a few more like this sooo let me know x

Flashback moments | 'Before we grew up'.

“Okay, so when you’re ready just let go of the brake.”

I blinked, holding the steering wheel with an undeniable grip. “Right.” I murmured but didn’t make a move to follow the words.

George, whose brilliant idea this had all been, sat in the passenger seat of his dad’s Volkswagen, buckled in and attempting to exude an air of calm I really didn’t feel.

“You gonna let go?” He asked me after a long minute passed.

I swallowed thickly and removed my stare from where it’d been burning a hole in the windscreen so that I could look over at him. “How do I know when I’m ready?” I asked him and really didn’t appreciate the laugh he gave in return. I scowled. “What’s so funny about this? It’s a valid question!”

George just shook his head and exhaled breathily, obviously trying his best to dim the amused smile he now wore, “Honestly B, you’re just overthinking this and besides, you have it easy. It’s an automatic, barely have to do a thing.”

My scowl deepened. “Barely ‘ave to do a fing.” I mimicked in an accent similar to his deep drawl, it was his turn to frown then. I merely smiled sweetly.

“I’mma ignore that for now, ‘cause you’re a twat.” George retorted, “But also ‘cause I need to get the car back before dad notices it’s gone. So, can we get a move on?”

I inhaled deeply and fought off a whine that wanted to escape me- who the fuck said driving was easy?

“G, I’m being dead serious right now.”

He simply snorted, humoured by my anxieties, “I know, babe, and you’re doing so well.” I raised a brow at that and he smiled, “What? You are! You’ve turned the thing on, ain’t you?”

I took a hand off the wheel just to swat him, “Hilarious.” Before I was gripping it again once more, “Come on, just give me a count down or summat.” 

G shook his head and looked towards the sky, as though anyone up there cared for the likes of us, then he sighed, “Fine, on three yeah? Then you let go of the brake and go.”

“On three.” I agreed with a nod, though it sounded breathy even to my own ears.

George reached out a hand to squeeze my thigh, probably in hopes to spur some proper motivation into me but all it did was make me think back to the previous evening when he’d had a free house. I shook my head, along with the thoughts of his hands and his lips, and settled into my seat with a newfound determination as I looked out onto the road.

It wasn’t as though it was anything too terrifying, I didn’t even have to bare left or right, just keep going straight. But still, I had the horrible feeling that this would be the thing that would seal my fate- imminently, or when George’s dad finally got home to find that his car had a barge pole sticking out of its front. 

I released a shaky breath.

“Okay- one, two…”

And on three I finally let my foot slip away from the pedal, screaming a little to myself as the car began to roll.

“Yes, Birdie!” George grinned over at me, bouncing in his seat as he moved, “Now the accelerator.”

I laughed stiltedly, eyes wide as I pressed down on the other pedal, feeling the car bob at the sudden pressure.

“Easy.” George corrected but he was still smiling away, hand tapping at my leg. “Good girl. See? You’re doing it!”

And I was. I really was.

“Oh shit- break, break!” He then shouted out and I slammed on the brake pedal hard enough to have us both jerking forward in our seats, though the cat that was crossing the road continued in its languid stroll, barely even sparing us a glance.

It was after that I let go of the jittery excitement I felt, heart beating a mile a minute and my grin kilowatt. “Fuck.” I giggled, then glanced over to my left. G seemed to follow the former motion, chuckling to himself whilst we sat in the middle of a side road full of dimmed townhouses. “I wanna go again.” I told him. 

He snorted, shaking his head and grinning. “Thought you were shitting yourself a second ago?”

I shrugged, not caring in the slightest how much truth his statement held. “Can we?”

G huffed another chuckle but ultimately dipped his head, “Go on then, when we get to the garages I’ll walk you through parking.”

“Alright, but only if I can do a doughnut or somethin’ first.” I countered, like I had any authority here. But George just laughed and said nothing more whilst I went to pull away from a stop once more.

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Christmas was always a hectic time of year. No one could deny me that. But since my dad’s passing, it had become a holiday that always came too quickly and dragged on for too long. This year though, this year was gonna be different.

See, I’d been living at Matty’s since the summer after the ‘incident’ as I liked to call it- everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the name though. And whilst staying with them I'd come to realise a few things about myself.

Firstly, I loved all kinds of food.

Sure a strange thing to find out at my age, but I had an excuse! Alright? Staying with mum I’d pretty much had to feed myself and with money so scarce we’d only ever really had enough for the basics, or at least I did. Most of mum’s boyfriends had practically kept the food they liked under lock and key, even though nine times out of ten they hadn't been the ones to buy it. And so, this meant that I hadn’t had much opportunity to branch out, to get a feel for anything that wasn't canned, bagged, or frozen.

Secondly, I had a tad bit of childhood trauma lagging behind me. Most of which I’ll spare you the intimate details from, but that had an impact on the things I did even when I felt safe. Like, I hated not knowing if there was someone new stopping at the house, made me feel all itchy in truth. And the way I went out of my way to make sure I’d locked everything was a bit much; windows, my bedroom door, the backdoor, the front door, the bathroom door, the side gate. At one point I’d been stressing over the front entrance late at night but had felt too stupid to go and make a check to see if it was in fact closed, which had resulted in me waking Matty up to help me deal with a panic attack.

And thirdly, I had no idea how normal people spent Christmas.

This came to light when I’d all but baulked at the many traditions not just Matty and his family had, but also the rest of the lads. 

Ross and his lot often ate their Christmas roast at lunch time then went out for a chinese later on that night. How they had the room for it, I have no idea. Hann, on the other hand, was dragged back and forth between all of his family members on the twenty-sixth instead of the fifth, due to extended family coming to visit from all other parts of the country. 

Denise had a list of things she loved to do this time of year.

She’d set up a nativity outside, alongside the rest of the lights and usual decorations for the neighbours to come see. She ordered a real fur tree and then sent the boys out to go collect it with their dad once the day came. It was humongous and dropped needles everywhere, but was oh so beautiful. They always decorated it as a family, taking turns to put the topper on and finding the best branches to place sentimental ornaments. Stockings were hung by the fireplace with initials hand stitched on. And chefs typically came to cater Christmas day.

Gifts were also a big thing.

A very BIG thing.

As in, they were all so lovely and thoughtful to the point that Matty and his younger brother would have an actual meeting over what to get their mum and dad- which had melted my fucking heart, because what?

This year, I’d been forced upon them. But instead of making me feel like an intruder, they did what they always did and made me feel like one of their own.

“Love, will you get that for us?” Denise called out to me just as the doorbell went, “It’ll only be the postman.”

I smiled and nodded, happy to be of some help whilst she sent herself into a tizzy over tinsel. There’d been many deliveries as of late, so I was pretty much used to adding to the post-pile that was going on in the downstairs office.

Wandering out of the kitchen I padded over to the front door, opening it only to find that the postman wasn't there at all.

I blinked stupidly at the sight I was met with, a bright pink cab had taken over the majority of Denise’s driveway and getting out of the backseat was only my Nana.

The door handle fell from my grasp as I stepped forward on instinct, unsure of what the hell was even happening. “Nana?”

The older woman smiled over at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then a voice shouted out and I spotted a head of bright red curls fly out from behind the car’s boot to greet me, “Aunt Del too, Dove!”

“What?” I muttered, still so bewildered, but then I caught sight of another familiar face, a face that I didn’t think I'd be seeing until tomorrow. “Did you do this?”

George just chuckled softly, stepping closer to help my Nana over the gravel walkway, but he wasn’t the one who replied to my question. “Came down to fetch us, din’t he?” Nana replied in his stead, stretching a hand out once she got close enough, I blinked again and hurried to take it.

“He did?” I heard myself murmur, still so in shock. Practically rocking with the explosion of it.

Nana gave a sweet laugh, wrapping me up in a much needed hug and pressing a gentle kiss to my head before she pulled away, “Phoned us up a bit ago, wanted to surprise ya, darlin’.”

“Well, God. I’m surprised, that’s for sure.”

They all laughed, probably at the expression cast over my mug, but I couldn’t find it in me to even rebuke them. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Best believe it, doll.” Aunt Del replied, smiling over at me whilst she and George trailed the bags they’d seemingly brought with them up onto the front step. “Our Georgie here went an’ planned it all, picked him up from the train station this morning.”

I let Del tackle me into another tight hug, allowing her to pepper me with a barrel full of kisses. All the while it seemed that Denise and Matty had come out to see what all the fuss was about, only- they didn’t look shocked at all.

“Surprise?” Denise sang out when she caught my gawping, waving a hand out from where she stood in the doorway.

“Did you all know?” I asked, my mind racing to catch up with the situation at hand. “How- I- This is so mad.”

Matty snorted at my crappy attempt at a sentence but I watched as he made his way on over, his mum just behind, so that they could introduce themselves. “All G’s idea, mate. Knew you were missing them and so, yeah we made this happen.”

“I can’t- just, wow.” Then I glanced over to where the one person that currently meant so much to me stood on the outskirts simply watching on. He glanced back.

“Merry Christmas, B.” George said, grinning slightly over at me, obviously pleased with my stuttering reaction.

I released the heavy breath I hadn’t even realised I'd been holding and strode over towards him, he caught me in his arms and held me with a prominent strength I didn’t know he had.

“Thank you.” I whispered once I felt as though I could, tears threatening to fall at the sincerity of it all. Never had I ever been so surprised. “Thank you.” I repeated and pressed a light kiss to the skin of his neck that was hiding behind the collar of his shirt and other many layers.

George squeezed me a little closer, then rocked us back and forth. When I finally pulled away I peered up at him with wet eyes and the brightest smile.

“I can’t believe you got away with all this.”

He laughed, but not his typical kind, no, this one was loud and carefree. Honest.

“Is that all you really care about?” He asked me, teasing, hands now at my hips.

I grinned upwards, “‘Course, can’t believe you did all this under my nose!”

Turning back towards the crowd that had gathered by the door, George’s arm fell to a loose hold on my waist and we made our way back over. Denise was already chatting away with Aunt Del and Nana had somehow roped Matty into an explanation about the band and the few stories she’d heard through G and I during our catchup calls.

At that moment, my heart had never felt so full. In fact, I don’t know how any other Christmas could top it.

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It had been a lovely day. The most amazing time, actually.

It still felt so unreal to look over and spot Denise in her wedding gown, all happy and glowing. In Portugal of all places, too! Matty was currently off trying to get with one of the many girls attending his mum’s reception, whilst his younger brother, Lou, tested his charm on a couple of the older folk in an attempt to make a bit of money, everyone else seemed fine to just putter about from table to table.

It had started to spit a little while ago, summer rain they’d said, and so I was the only one still standing out in the garden now, the rest of the party somewhere inside the villa or over at the gazebo. My bridesmaid dress was speckled with tiny water droplets that shimmered in the late setting sun but nothing too heavy. The rain here was almost a total contrast to that back home. 

“There you are.” I heard someone say just as a pair of hands came to wind themselves around my waist, I leant back in their hold, smiling at the familiarity. “Thought you’d done a runner.”

“Nah, just enjoying the last of the sun.” I hummed, intertwining my fingers with his atop my stomach.

“As well as the rain.” George added with a light chuckle, but he didn’t seem to mind it much either. I nodded lightly, then felt him tuck my head under his chin. “Ross is sloshed.” He told me.

“Already?” I asked around a soft laugh, he hummed. “Lightweight.”

The noise from the party seemed to trickle out to greet us, but no one else seemed to want to step out into the rain. Content with the warmth inside.

“You havin’ a good time?”

I smiled at the question as well as the thumb that soothed the back of my hand. “The best.” I told him honestly, “It’s all been so lovely. Reckon I’d want something like this, you know.”

George was quiet for a long second before he spoke again, “Thought you didn’t want to be tied down. As free as a bird and all that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged a single shoulder. “Dunno. Seems cool, plus you get all that cake.”

An ugly snort escaped George at that, “Only in it for the cake then, I ‘spose.”

With a grin I tilted my head back so that he could see me, “Always!”

He narrowed his eyes down at me, eyelashes fanning the skin beneath them, then tugged me in a bit tighter, “You’re a right menace, you know that?” He murmured against the jut of my collar. I squirmed slightly in his hold, his breath tickling my neck.

“I guess it’d be nice to have a big party too.” I tacked on, if only to tease him further. And it appeared to work too, because he spun me around in his arms and I laughed at the unexpectedness of it.

The rain started to come down a little harder then, but I could hardly feel it with the weight of his gaze on me and the beam of the sun. An old Billy Idol song echoed out into the courtyard from the main room and George grinned at the sound, a favourite. “Fancy a dance?”

“What, back in there?” I wondered, not really all that up for being back amongst everyone else just yet.

George just shook his head though, as if reading my mind, and then dragged me further out onto the grass where the dampness which clung to the clipped stems soaked my feet.

He started to sway then, in time to the beat of Eyes Without A Face.

“Didn’t think you even could dance.” I murmured to him, then giggled as he spun me out, raindrops flicking up the backs of my legs before roping me back in.

“Full of surprises, me.” He quipped before dipping me into an exaggerated bend.

I gasped, unable to help myself, then shook my head, hair falling with it. “Warn me next time.”

George just grinned, eyes squinting with the power of it, then pulled me in closer, chest to chest now. His hands on my back, mine wrapped behind his neck. “Would make things boring, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s so bad about boring?” I shot back.

He huffed, the force of it fluttering my dampening hair and catching on the shell of my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He assured me and I heard more than saw his smile.

Pleased, I hummed, loosening my hold on him so that I could rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. The rain continued to fall on and around us, neither George nor I caring for the way it clung to every available inch of our skin.

“I love you.” I heard him mutter above me, so softly I hardly even felt it resonate in his chest.

I turned to glance up at him again at that, eyes trailing across every inch of his face, taking in every detail he had to offer. “How do you know? For sure?” I questioned him in a faint whisper even though there wasn't another soul about to hear. I was still smiling away, only it was ever so soft, so warm.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I know I love you because even on my worst days you’re all that gets through. There’s no pretending with us, you know every inch of me, the good, the bad, and still, you choose to stay. So I’ll love you today, and then tomorrow. I’ll love you til the day I die, and if there’s life after that, I'll love you then too.”

My eyes watered at the hit of his words, having expected something stupid like ‘you give good head’, or something as simple as ‘I just do’. 

“You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” I chuckled quietly, fingers threading through the length of his hair.

George lifted his brows in turn and so I just smiled, humming as I coaxed him closer so that I could finally lean in for a kiss.

“I love you.” I repeated his earlier words once we parted, laughing loudly when he swept me up off my feet and around in a circle.

“You’d better.” He quipped straight back, laughing now too before he slipped on the damp grass beneath us and sent us both sailing to the ground.

“George!”

But he continued to just chuckle away, eyes bright and beaming. God, I thought, I was so, so gone.

[fallingforel]

I also went through your prompt list and I’d love to see you write something for Sam with this 63: “I hate seeing you like this.”

Thank you so much!! 😘

THIS IS SO SO SO LATE!!! i apologise ive just been going through INSANE writers block so i think ive finally come up with something! i’ve decided to combine these and i hope your happy with it!!! I honestly had half of this written before my christmas series but I had just got around to finishing it now.

prompts 14, 17, 18, 21, 63: “That’s new.” “Are you okay?” “I’ve got you.”“Do you like it?” “i hate seeing you like this”

words: 680

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“honey, I’m home. I’ve got you something too” sam shouted up the stairs, sam and I had been together for 2 years now and it was going good, we were a well established couple, living together having just moved in to a new house together this spring. I was upstairs in bed just scrolling through my phone looking at everyone that went to the eras tour over the weekend. i missed the ticket sales though, having just moved in with sam everything was a bit hectic.

“Up here” I shouted back. Footsteps soon echoed up the stairs. and then to the door which opened up and sam popped his head round before noticing me in bed. “what you doing gorgeous?” “just scrolling on instagram. Whaddya get me?” “ahhh ever the impatient miss Y/L/N. I got you a couple things actually while I was out with mum. close yer eyes and hold out yer hands then.” I did as I was told and felt the bed dip beside me and something hook onto my fingers. “reet. this is yer first one, open them” I opened my eyes to be met with a bag from Primark. i looked through the bag to find a grey sparkly top and bottoms along with a pair of black heeled boots and a track suit bottoms with trainers. "Do you like it darling?"

“of course I do, I love it, I love anything you get me Sam, Thank you. But what’s all this for?” I ask turning my head to look at him. “reet, the tracksuit and trainers are because ye always steal mine and then I never have any left to wear but the sparkly set and boots are for something we’re going to tonight. but I can’t say until you’ve opened the rest of yer presents like.” “wowww more than one present from my boyfriend, that’s new” “shuddup, yer divvy” “i’m only kidding idiot” i say going in for a kiss but he swerves me for his cheek. “not until yer’ve opened the rest of yer presents, same position again” he says grabbing my hands and holding them over my eyes "oooh kinky" "shurrup yer divvy" he says and I hear sams bedside drawer open and i feel something being placed in my lap. "reet yer can look now" I open my eyes to find a card in my lap. "Sam are you okay? Why have you got me a card yer haven't missed an anniversary or a birthday." "Just open it will yer." he says getting impatient. I open the envelope to find a card that reads "just to say I love you" I open the card and a piece of paper falls out that has tonights date on it and eras tour. I start crying. "ohhh y/n. If I had known you would act like this I wouldn't have got you them, I hate seeing you like this darling" he says "I'm fine Sam honestly, happy tears I promise." "Okay if your sure. go and get yourself ready then darling we need to be at the train station in an hour, we're staying in london aswell" "Oh I love you sam" I say looping my hands around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss.

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2 hours later we arrived in london and had made it to check in at our hotel and dumped our stuff and walked to wembley stadium and made our way to the VIP tent.

It got closer to the evermore set and it wasn't long before marjorie started playing and I had broke down crying as I had lost my own nan who I was very close to at the start of the year. Sam saw that I had started crying so he held my phone for me and looped his free arm around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck after whispering "I've got you darling" and placing a kiss on my cheek. It was definetely one of my favourite moments I've ever had with sam, and I will cherish it forever.

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[fallingforel]

George girlies it is your time to shine

(specifically for @wrongendofurcigarette, @alwaysanagelneveragod, and @grocerystorelist lol <3)

[fallingforel]

i needed this 🙏🙏🙏

More George porn to bless your Wednesday.