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george clarkey x fem!reader

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18+ content (mdni!)

fluff and smut

summary: you’re on a friend group vacation, enjoying the sun, the food, the warm weather, but not the pleasure of your boyfriend’s company… why is that? oh, well, you haven’t actually told the friend group about your relationship yet…

warning: brief mentions of alcohol, swearing, and again, smut (again, mdni!)

word count: 5k (about a 20-30 minute read)

a/n: this scenario appeared to me in a dream one night like a prophecy. george wasn’t actually in it but the whole “come to my room” bit felt too good not to try and make into a fic. i still think about that dream often cause it was like a week ago

im also going back to school soon so i wanted to leave you with something before i go dark (writing fics) for a little while ♡ i want to also focus on writing shorter stuff so feel free to leave requests!

song rec: george, willne, and arthur hill dancing to valerie outside the club

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It was coming to the end of the holiday season, and soon enough, everyone around the world would be going back to their regular jobs. You never had to stick to a strict on-and-off work and vacation schedule, and neither did the rest of your influencer friends, which is how you all ended up here in Turks and Caicos. Away from the chaotic holiday scene in London, you, Bambino Becky, Chip and Sabina, Bach and Liv, ArthurTV, and George Clarkey planned this last-minute vacation in a place almost equally crowded with tourists, but yet a great change of scenery, to stay in the islands for a week. As a way to indulge in some more fun and let loose before you seriously have to start making content again and attend brand events, this was the perfect getaway for you all. As you’d all been away from each other, in your respective hometowns to spend the holidays with your families, you’d missed everyone, and without any vlog cameras to distract anyone from this trip, you felt ready to do anything.

There had been all sorts of cool and new water activities for the group to try. The week was filled with days spent snorkeling, kayaking, or kitesurfing, and even some time spent on a small yet very bougie boat your friends rented out to ride across the water.

After a morning of getting ready and preparing at your Airbnb, the afternoon of your last day in the islands was spent in the boat going along the coast, getting a good look at the island, the beaches, and the vast, tranquil ocean. It was such a captivating shade of blue that shimmered so brightly under the hot island sun. It was mesmerizing and beautiful, which elicited the same reaction that you’d get from staring at a similar color in a certain person’s eyes…

It was a beautiful day. It had been hot that day, but every day spent here for the last week had also been hot. Being on the water had helped you cool down, as the wind blew through your hair and onto your face, and the salty sea water from the waves sprayed your exposed skin as the boat drove on. It was the day before you’d all inevitably return to London, so the group agreed that it was time to go all out.

In the boat with everyone there, your friends were walking along the sides and at the front, taking pictures and eagerly looking out onto the view, while only one friend was left sitting at the back of the boat, not talking to anyone but with their eyes closed and limbs spread out in utter relaxation.

You’d also been helping to take pictures of the girls and to get some photos of yourself in your new bikini with your stunning tan, but you couldn’t help yourself from continuously glancing back to where your friend was sitting. Once you were all done, you decided to excuse yourself to head over to the very peaceful man.

George could feel the cushion shifting next to him but he didn’t react. You’d settled yourself right next to him, not close enough where it’d appear you’d both been cuddling, but just enough for George’s arm to lay comfortably on the side of the boat behind you, with his fingers able to reach you, letting them tenderly and lightly feel the skin across your shoulder and back, and relish in as much physical touch as he could get without being caught.

You glanced over at him, all sun-kissed from a week on the beaches, his skin bronze and shimmering from the sun rays that seemed to highlight even more the muscles in his arm, the broad expanse of his chest exposed through his button-up, and his thighs that looked huge while he sat down in his pair of swim shorts. His lap seemed very appealing to you… like a very nice place to sit… but no, you couldn’t.

He looked so happy, with his head tilted back and a pair of expensive sunglasses sitting on his face, you just had to say something,

“You’re really enjoying this boat huh?” you teased.

A slight grin lit up the bottom half of his face but he didn’t look back at you. It was so thrilling just staring at him. He looked so good. This vacation had treated the both of you very well, something about the island air made the two of you impossibly more attractive, and George definitely seemed to notice as well.

“I like your bikini. Except, I believe it’s actually too small to be classified as such. Maybe, leaning more towards the category of just a piece of string”

“You’re horrible,” but you couldn't help but enjoy the dirtiness of his comment. It was confirmation that he did actually take some time to admire your look today, while he wasn’t too busy snoozing at the back of the boat. The bikini wasn’t even that small but it definitely showed off your body in a way that demonstrated how fit you really were under your typically baggy clothing, without exposing too much…

“You know it’s the one you picked out for me when we went to the mall… right?” you asked with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, I know. And it’s the first time I’m seeing you in it right now. You look beautiful. I’m a pretty lucky guy, aren’t I?” this time, he actually turned his head over to look at you, lowering his sunglasses with one hand so you could see a sliver of the top of his eyes. They gazed intensely at you. Those beautiful blue orbs felt like the biggest threat around. If there wasn’t the literal ocean all around you, you felt like you could get lost and drown in his eyes if you weren’t too careful.

Now, looking at him, you softly pleaded,

“Why don’t you come and join us over there? The view is really clear from the front, you can get all the good angles,” the influencer inside of you was coming out when you said it

George stayed silent for a moment but you silently pleaded with him with your eyes, hoping that by getting him up, you might be able to get some candid shots of him with the beautiful island background, and maybe sneak in some photos of just the two of you…

“I definitely enjoy the view, but there’s something else I’m enjoying much better by sitting right here…” he replied completely relaxed. After he said it, with a sly smirk, he raised his glasses back up and returned to his previous position with his head laid back.

You really enjoyed this answer, it made you blush, and you could settle for just relaxing next to George until you got back to shore, but you two had already been separated from the rest of your friends for a few minutes, and you’d worry they’d start getting suspicious…

This time, you used a different method of pleading with him. With a sultry tone laced in your usually sweet voice, leaning into him you whispered,

“Georgie…”

This definitely caught his attention. His head snapped towards you. You were close enough to see how wide his eyes had become even behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, and even how they kept flickering towards your lips positioned impossibly close enough for him to touch…

Both your walls were lowered, your defenses down. You didn’t care anymore. Like you said, you were ready for anything.

You were already leaning as much as you could towards him. You could tell he was also starting to come closer, his head tilted and then closer… and closer towards you… until…

The footsteps of ArthurTV become louder as he came around the back of the boat, announcing he’s got some self-made cocktails he’s ready to share with you guys.

You and George had snapped apart as fast as humanly possible. You couldn’t even tell if Arthur had actually noticed the two of you almost touching lips before he appeared from around the corner. You were busy scuttling yourself even further from within arm’s reach of George, turning your body to face away from him and focusing on Arthur coming into the scene, as George tried to compose himself by bringing his arms even closer to himself, acting nonchalant as he brushed a hand through his hair and looked over in the opposite direction of you.

After a while, you looked over and Arthur was sat next to George, not really paying much attention to you, but you could tell how hard George was breathing as his chest rose and fell in steady movements, trying to maintain his cool after almost getting caught up in the moment…

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You and George had been together for almost 5 months now. You were both influencers who’d actually met through the mutual friends you were now on vacation with. You cared about each other, a lot. It seemed like when you two first met, the chemistry was immediate, and you two wasted no time getting to know each other, going out on dates, and even going shopping for bikinis and swimsuits in preparation for your friend group’s holiday vacation. Everything was perfect, except for the secret you two shared.

No one actually knew you were together. You made no effort to conceal the two of you hanging around in group situations, covering it up by just pretending you two had become good friends, but no one actually knew what went on behind the scenes, behind the screens, and underneath the sheets…

The entire trip had been spent sneaking glances from across the room, lightly touching hands when you had the opportunity to stand next to each other or were just quickly walking by the other, and secret texts revealing how badly you wanted each other without anyone knowing. You’d share secret passionate kisses in the bathroom or kitchen when no one was around to notice, both making up absurd excuses to be away from the group so you could meet up for even just a few minutes, but it never went any further beyond that. You two tried your best to remain cool, calm, and collected for the enjoyment of this trip and for your friends, but it was really coming to a point.

You’d been a little terrified of how the group would react to the two of you being together. Yeah, there were already so many other couples even beyond the friend group who were on the UK YouTube scene like you, but you couldn’t help but worry about the possible shift in the friend group dynamics. You were sure they’d be delighted to find out, probably already having their own theories about how close you two had become, but you couldn’t help but prepare for the worst. As you were still testing the waters of your relationship, it felt fine to keep it between the two of you for now. But beyond that, you thought about how the audience you didn’t personally know might treat you differently. Knowing you just as “George Clarkey’s girlfriend” instead of the respected influencer you were trying to become, or the girl who was just trying to leach off George’s fame for her own personal gain. These thoughts were horrifying, but George was there to support your decision and agree with you on how you two should remain a secret, for now.

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It was finally the evening of the last day in Turks and Caicos. You, Becky, Sabina, and Liv had decided on a girl’s night out as Chip had gotten into a bit of an accident with scraping his foot pretty badly on a rock on the beach, which meant it would be a bit difficult for him trying to go out, so all the boys decided to stay behind and from the house, they could just watch football and hang out. The girls initially offered to stay behind as well, Sabina especially, who wanted to make sure her fiancé would be okay and not risk going out if something were to happen, but Chip made light of the situation and urged you gals to go have fun. Really, it was only a scrape, but it just hurt whenever he tried to bend his foot or walk anywhere. The boys felt perfectly content letting you leave and not holding you back from enjoying the night, so you all listened.

The four of you had gotten ready upstairs while the boys were still chatting in the living room. You didn’t settle on the usual outfits perfect for the London nightlife but settled for more relaxed, colorful attire that matched the island vibe. You wore a low-neckline white tank top and a low-rise midi skirt with red, pink, and yellow floral patterns. You weren’t really sure what to expect at the bars here, so you decided on some comfortable sandals, light accessories, and clean makeup. The rest of the girls were stunning as well in similar attire, wearing skirts and dresses, and deciding last minute that you should all wear a flower in your hair.

With the sound of the girls coming down the stairs, the boys perked up. At the sight of their beautiful girlfriends, Chip and Bach stood up from the couches immediately. They showed no shame in their hooting and hollering, shouting and absolutely gassing up Sabina and Liv as they blushed and gravitated toward their boyfriends.

With Becky wanting to capture the adorable moment with her phone camera, you used this time, while everyone was distracted, to go say bye to George. Slipping out from the staircase and making your way behind Sabina kissing and reassuring Chip she’d be back soon enough, you snuck your way to George still in the living room. He was sitting on the ground with his laptop open on the coffee table, not at all engaging with the others. Since everyone knew you two were close, you didn’t think anyone would suspect it was all that strange you’d come to say your goodbyes to him for the night.

Placing yourself on the couch behind him, you sat close to George, with your legs only inches away from where his body was positioned on the floor. He was in a t-shirt and sweats like he was getting ready for the night, unwinding from all the excitement of the afternoon. Diligently typing away on his laptop, he hadn’t taken any time to acknowledge you sitting there, but you really wanted his attention.

“So, whatchu up to by yourself over here?” you teased with a sing-song voice.

It felt like poking a bear. A stressed out, and exhausted bear who on a normal day was typically closer to a cuddly teddy bear than the actual animal.

He stopped typing on his laptop to take a deep breath and sigh,

“I’m just working on some emails and confirming plans,” he stated simply then went back to typing.

You frowned at this, although he couldn’t see it. You were starting to get worried about him. It was the last night of the trip, and he’d surely have time to do all this tomorrow, once they were at the airport or even back in London. He needed to take the night to hang out with his best friends as they stayed back and did whatever they were planning on doing. Maybe he’d stop working once you went away, but you couldn’t be sure without suggesting it to him first.

“You shouldn’t be working, Georgie,” you pleaded, wanting to see some sort of reaction from him this time.

“I know, I just… I gotta do this one thing so everything is good when we get back, ok?” he snapped back almost a little too harshly.

He seemed a little stressed and you started to feel a little guilty for pushing him over something so simple, and you were a little put off by his rigid demeanor which kept him disconnected from the rest of his friends saying their goodbyes to the girls. This wasn’t the George you knew, but if you kept pushing him even further, you knew it would not only upset him but you as well.

You timidly placed one hand on his tense shoulder before you rose up to leave him,

“Ok… well, I’m gonna head out now-“

“Wait,” he said

Not only could you then feel him relaxing under the touch of your hand, but he brought his own hand up to connect with the one on his shoulder, holding it lightly as he finally turned to look at you. A warmth spread through you at his touch, completely caught off-guard by his switch-up

“y/n, I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, “you look beautiful by the way. You always do.” His eyes were soft and apologetic. He’d only just realized how harsh he’d been towards you then and he believed it was wholly uncalled for.

“I didn’t think you’d noticed, you seemed pretty captivated by the sight of your emails while I was coming down the stairs George,” you said while chucking lightly. You were joking with him, but also completely serious with your words. While disappointed at his previous reaction towards you, you were still shocked at this sudden change in the tension between the two of you.

“Of course I noticed. I always do,” his hand coming up even higher to fiddle gently with the wildflower in your hair, and brushing any strands out of your face that fell when you looked down at him so he could see you more clearly.

You were left speechless and flustered at this. With such a genuine comment coming from him, you were practically holding your breath as you thought of what to say. But before you could say anything, George started again,

“It’s just… I’m not gonna have any fun without you here. And it’s the last night before we leave...” he said with a tone of misery in his voice. Since you had no idea what time you and the girls were getting back, this was your final goodbye to George before seeing him again tomorrow morning. It wasn’t that much time, but especially since you two weren’t sharing a room, as you and Becky were the only two female ‘singles’ in the group, and decided on sharing the only room with two beds, you hadn’t spent as much time as you’d like together. George had his own room, but if you tried sneaking out every night just to spend it with him, someone would’ve surely caught on. But you’d really missed being with him during this vacation. Even if he’d been there the whole time.

“Come to my room tonight, please,” George pleaded. With his hand coming back and gripping yours while he sat on the ground, the way he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with intense focus, made you want to melt. George basically flashed puppy-dog eyes at you. His eyes were silently pleading, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and pupils fully dilated as he awaited an answer from you. But your brain was all fuzzy from just looking at him like this, so vulnerable for you.

The whole moment felt so sweet. After a week of not spending enough time together, you two had finally caved, on the last night of the trip. You had no idea what you two would be up to in his room tonight, but there was no time to think about that just yet, you had to give your reply,

“Ok Georgie… I’ll see you later”

You lightly squeezed his hand, and as best as you could, you sneakily planted a kiss on the top of his head, whispering “I love you” as you walked away. You didn’t even have to look back. You knew George had finally taken his eyes off his screen and was watching you strut off with your girls, and finally out the door. The smile that he couldn’t help from spreading across his face was so cocky because he knew you’d be back for him soon.

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The entire night was spent thinking about George. As you all showed up to the bar, you couldn’t keep your mind off of what he said. “Come to my room tonight.” It wasn’t a particularly romantic combination of words, but it was definitely the thought that counted. And it was especially difficult to continue acting like nothing was bothering you because you wanted to go to his room NOW. After some time spent dancing and drinking, and sharing your favorite memories with the girls from this trip, you were saved by Sabina’s request for you all to head out a bit sooner than expected so she could check up on Chip. No one had an objection, as the whole day before had left the girls kind of tired so it was about time you all headed back and into bed.

Once you were back at the Airbnb, you let Becky use the bathroom first and then settle into bed before you headed out of the room, across the hallway, and into George’s room.

While tiptoeing your way up to his room, you turned the knob slowly and cracked the door open, peeking in to see the room completely dark, with only the moonlight coming through the window allowing you to still see where the bed and all the furniture were. George was in bed. He was on his phone, the light coming from his screen you could see only illuminating his tired face resting on his pillow, but once he’d noticed you entered the room, he immediately shut his phone off and put it away in eagerness.

You couldn’t see him now. Everything was dark, but with what you could only assume was a sixth sense, you could feel the intensity of George’s eyes on you as you got closer to the bed. You had his whole attention.

You were still wearing your outdoor clothes when you entered the room. Maybe George would be worried you’d bring them onto the bed, but they’d be off of you sooner or later, right?

George was sat up with his back to the headboard when you crawled into the bed. You first stripped off your jacket, threw it into the darkness, and hiked up your skirt to get in a position comfortable enough to straddle your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his own hands slid their way up your thighs and found their place on your hips. Your chests were pressed close together. Since that time earlier in the day on that boat, you’ve been waiting for this.

“Hi” you whispered with your faces incredibly close, pressing your nose gently against his

“Hi baby” George whispered back. You couldn’t see his face very clearly, but with the tone of his voice, you could tell there was a huge smile plastered over his face. This made you smile as well.

“I missed you so much while I was out… couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you teased almost innocently, yet with a suggestive tone laced throughout the meaning of your words.

“Is that so…”

George’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in your place, but you found just enough room to let yourself start rocking your hips back and forth. You were grinding your clothed body on George’s lap. The friction you were starting to create between your bodies elicited a soft groan from him as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

“y/n...” he groaned out through gritted teeth.

While still moving, your hands came back around to cup his face and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. It wasn’t the first secret kiss you’d shared on this trip, but it would definitely be the most memorable. Your lips met with fierce determination as your mouths moved together in sync. The short hairs of his beard and mustache harshly rubbed against your chin and cheeks as you tried to capture each other with your mouths. You could already sense the lipgloss from your mouth transferring all over his face wherever you touched him. You couldn’t see it, but you could both taste the strawberry flavoring all over your lips.

With the pleasure of both your body rubbing against his clothed and growing erection, and the sensation of George’s tongue now fighting for domination in your mouth, you couldn’t help yourself from softly moaning into his mouth, your breaths getting heaving but your head feeling lighter.

With one swift motion, while still embraced in the kiss, George pulled out and undid the tie from the top you wore on your night out, and brought the straps down from your shoulders. With the moonlight streaking through the window and hitting your body, George found a moment to break away from your lips and plant a sweet kiss on your shoulder. Using his fingers, he lightly started tracing your tan lines, noticing the way it went down your chest and towards your breasts.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered while going back to kissing you. “You’ve been teasing me all week with these skimpy little bikinis and shirts… and now, I’m gonna get to do something about it.” He almost growled that last part at you.

Feeling confident, and impatient, you urged him on,

“Show me. Show me just how badly you want me”

George followed your order and attached himself to your neck. Pressing firm kisses along the expanse of your neck as you tilted your head back. Surely leaving marks, he then trailed his mouth all the way down to the front of your breasts while fondling them with one hand.

“I’ve been imagining all night how’d you look under all these clothes,” he admitted between kisses while also sneaking his available hand under your skirt and into your panties. His slender fingers found their way between your folds, sliding them back and forth through your slick before moving his attention to your clit, pressing firmly against it and rubbing in slow yet calculated circular motions.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet”

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning out even louder, your hands moved to brush through his hair, gripping his locks tightly as you pulled his head up to look into your eyes.

“No need to imagine anymore sweetheart,” you encouraged him

George took this as all the confirmation he needed to get the ball rolling. As carefully as he could, George attached his hands back to your legs and used his strong arms to lift you up and off of him momentarily.

“Take them off… take everything off,” he ordered, so you obeyed.

Now on your side of the bed, you slid off the rest of your clothes, which were only your skirt and panties but you did it as quickly as humanly possible. You could hear the sheets rustling next to you as George pulled off his shirt and lowered the sweatpants and boxers he was wearing previously to bed.

With no clothes, and with nothing to stop you two, you got back on top of him.

Reaching down, you grasped his thick cock in your hands. Using the pre-cum you gathered from running your thumb along his tip and running your fingers along his veins, you began stroking him, up and down, and pumping as you prepared the two of you for what was to come.

With him in your control, George couldn’t help himself from whimpering at your touch. It’s been a whole week without getting to fuck his insanely hot girlfriend, and he’d been a man absolutely deprived.

You couldn’t help yourself from feeling absolutely powerful with him in your grasp. You grinded your naked body back and forth against his erection to turn him on even more. You looked at his face, eyes closed and mouth open as George’s hands found their place back at your waist, gripping tightly as he tried to regulate himself through all the absolutely wild sensations he was feeling at the moment.

Finally ready to take him, you lifted yourself onto your knees as you lined him up with your wet entrance. Sinking down on him in one slow motion, the pleasure of him absolutely stretching you out and filling you up entirely was overwhelming. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You cried out at the feeling while he groaned out in unison, overwhelmed by the feeling of your walls clenching around him, teeth gritted and eyebrows furrowed together, internally begging for some friction.

Taking you by the neck, he brought your ear close to his mouth,

“Tell me how much you’ve missed this cock”

“It’s been too long. I’d forgotten how big you were, Georgie” you teased and giggled out between heavy breaths.

George was surely delighted at this as he brought your head back in front of him to plant sloppy kisses all over your mouth.

Your hands anchored themselves to his shoulders as you began moving your hips, starting slowly, but getting faster as you rocked up and down his length. You both moaned into each other’s mouths as pleasure coursed through both your veins, getting ready to chase your highs.

George was hitting the spot inside you so good as you heard the absolutely pornographic sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs fill the room. You couldn’t contain your volume, maybe if any of your friends heard, they understand once you told them how all your dreams were just coming true that night.

You were in absolute focus fucking George, riding him so fiercely and moaning out his name like a prayer. You'd noticed when you tugged on George's hair he'd groan even louder. His grip around your neck tightened as he kept his hold on you as you moved up and down.

“You treat me so good,” he admitted to you.

The feeling of him inside you and the firm hold on your neck was then becoming too overwhelming as you buried your head into his shoulder, still trying to ride him as best you could.

You were a whimpering mess, your pace faltering as you started getting close. But that was no problem, George could sense your distress as his hands shifted to cupping your ass so he could carry you and bounce you as you met his own harsh thrusts. The tension was threatening to snap as you two got closer and faster. He was pumping in and out of you as you cried out again in renewed pleasure.

“Oh! George…”

“I’ve got you, baby, I love you… fuck,” he groaned out

“Thank you, George, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” you mumbled incoherently to him

George kept holding you and keeping the two of you moving together, using you to fuck himself with so much force until you both finally broke.

With one last powerful thrust, moaning out with no restraint, you released all over his cock as you felt his own warm, thick release fill you up from inside. Riding it out together, you finally collapsed on top of him as George’s arms came up to capture you in a hug.

You were both panting from that absolute workout as you lowered your head to his chest, listening closely to his heartbeat and feeling his chest with your hand, you tried to match your breathing with his own, slowly starting to relax in the comfort of his arms.

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“Georgeee. I’m exhausted, I need to sleep,” you cried out in protest, but to no avail.

George had wrapped you in the tightest bear hug of your life, one arm wrapped around your chest and the other around the back of your neck as you both laid on your sides and he trapped you against his body to smother firm kisses all over your face.

“Ok, but let me just hold you a little longer,” he pleaded.

So you let him, and you stayed holding each other like this for a little bit. Absolutely tired out from an eventful day and wild night, you wanted to stay in the moment forever, not at all ready to return to your lives in London when it became morning.

“Do you think it’s about time we told them?” you questioned, timidly testing out the waters as you awaited George’s reply.

George looked at your face illuminated by the moonlight, noticing the concern in your eyes but quickly reassuring you,

“I’ll do whatever you want. I think it would be nice to finally show off my beautiful girlfriend to the world, and let everyone know how lucky I am to have you, but, I want to make sure you’re alright with it first?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. I'm lucky to have you too, you know,” you smiled, delighted at his answer.

“Ok baby girl, let's do that”

And so you went back to silently cuddling, not yet falling asleep before George had to continue his attack of kisses all over your face.

That night, with one more day before your inevitable return to London, you fell asleep in his arms assured that everything would turn out just fine once you’d drop this absolute bombshell of a secret on your friends and that you two could conquer anything.

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a/n: george i missed you during the tiktok ban but i’m back now ♡

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wumblewee · 3 months ago

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The dog and the postwoman

Part two here! ♥

• Pairing: Arthur TV x female!reader (Also friend!Bambino Becky and friend!George Clarke) • Summary: Y/n is a newish YouTuber who gets invited to join a ChrisMD pub golf video, alongside her newfound crush. The pair are subtly teased throughout by the other members, who ship them. • Slow burn fluff, strangers to friends to… something more? Lots of flirting, exchanged glances, light touches, almost-kisses. • Warnings: alcohol, swearing, innuendoes, mentions of vomit (not graphic at all) • Word count: 9,537 words

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Commenter 1: omg did you see the way Arthur looked at y/n????? ↳ Commenter 2: Fr fr he was smitten

Commenter 3: get y/n and Arthur in a team next time Chris

Commenter 4: y/nTV is going to happen I’m calling it now!!!!!!

Just a few comments flooding in ChrisMD’s latest video, this one with yt/n’s pub golf debut:

Y/n was quite new to the content creator scene. She created a few vlogs and reaction videos here and there with little to no views, despite her efforts and good content. Her TikToks were the same. Until one day one YouTube video exploded, her subscriber count grew, alongside TikTok followers. All of a sudden one George Clarke would comment on one of her TikToks, and she slowly became good friends with him. Their friendship became more well known after guest starring on the Useless Hotline podcast. Following that, she collaborated with BambinoBecky on her own channel.

Through George and Max, y/n met ChrisMD and Arthur Hill, and that’s how she wound up on one of Chris’s pub golf videos.

There was no particular theme to this pub golf video, until the costumes came out of course. With Calfreezy as the usual referee, dressed in usual ref attire, the pairs and costumes were as follows:

Arthur TV and Chip in dog onesies, AKA ‘Bone Appetite’

ChrisMD and George in pickle costumes, AKA ‘Team Gherkings’

Y/n and Becky dressed as post-women, AKA ‘The Fe-mails’

This is y/n’s first time meeting Arthur, Cal, and Chip, but she was quite nervous about meeting the Arthur TV after he’d been so hyped up by George and Arthur Hill.

With Arthur turning up later (as usual) they didn’t get a chance to properly meet each other, aside from quick ‘hellos’ and name introductions before the filming began. If she was honest, y/n was always intrigued by Arthur, both from his content and the anecdotes she’d heard from George, Chris, and Arthur Hill. What she didn’t know was that Arthur was also very interested in meeting her, loving her content after being shown it by George and Chris on separate occasions. “You’d love her” they’d say.

When y/n and Becky pose for their team introduction in the video, y/n feels a little shy with the eyes and cameras on her in the open public, but she mentally prepared for this beforehand and perseveres. Becky has her arms folded, whereas y/n is holding some prop envelopes up whilst smiling at the camera. “That’s perfect!” Chris giggles. Stepping out of shot ready for Cal’s referee posing, y/n locks eyes with Arthur after feeling him looking, and almost immediately, Arthur diverts his gaze, embarrassed.

Chip and Arthur step in frame for their clip, Arthur’s eyes kept finding their way to y/n, which she swears she can see in the corner of her view while she chats with Becky. Y/n and Becky then turn to watch the boys, and y/n meets Arthur’s gaze again and this time, she gives him a small smile before he can look away. His eyebrows slightly raise for a brief moment before he grins back, his sweet eyes squinting. “Ready mate?” Chip suddenly asks him, snapping Arthur out of his short daze. They pose, Arthur softly smiling to the camera whilst Chip pants with his hands up T-Rex style, making Arthur laugh and shake his head. All of this gets caught in their slow-mo introduction footage, making it both charming and funny.

Arthur looks to y/n again, still chuckling, and was delighted to see that she too was laughing at Chip’s antics. ‘Good to know we have a similar sense of humour’, he thinks to himself.

“He fancies you I recon,” Becky whispers to y/n, giving her a smirk and a slight elbow nudge. Y/n turns to Becky, eyes widening.

“What- Who?” she replies. Although she knows who Becky meant, she is just baffled to hear it. Before Becky could repeat herself, Arthur and Chip join them, as George and Chris step up for their shot. Arthur steps next to y/n. Y/n scoffs at the ‘Gherkings’ as they both flex at the camera, finding their pose choice amusing despite their outfits. “Those divvies,” Arthur chuckles, adding to y/n’s amusement as he leans more towards her. She giggles and adds “Should’ve called themselves prick-les,” her comment eliciting a hearty laugh from Arthur. His elbow brushes against her upper arm as he leans back, catching her off guard as she realises how close they’re standing.

She feels her heart race as she smiles to the ground awkwardly, Arthur also looks down and takes a small step back, feeling his cheeks burn. Becky gives y/n another small nudge with her elbow as she lowly lets out an “Oi oi.”

“Guys,” Chris calls out, catching everyone’s attention, “we just have to do the one-to-one questions and then we’re ready to start!”

Chris is up first as the cameraman asks how drunk he’ll get. He gives his usual answer of saying he’ll be plastered. George is next, then Chip, then Arthur.

“Well, if we’re talking dog years, I’ll be drunk seven times sooner. Or later?” Arthur answers, giving a cheeky chuckle at the camera. Y/n overhears and smiles at his cute joke. She already thought he was cute in his videos, but seeing his behaviour in person just solidifies it.

Becky’s up next, saying she’ll smash it and proudly states that she’s a girl who can handle her drink. Y/n, not so much, realising what she’s got herself into as she steps up into shot. “How do you think you’ll fare today?” the cameraman asks.

“I’m a lightweight,” she starts, “but I’ll promise to deliver-“ then awkwardly laughs at her lame joke, hiding her face behind her prop envelope and shaking her head with embarrassment.

“Oh y/n!” Becky shouts, laughing herself, “And this is you sober, we’re screwed!” Y/n joins her teammate, whispering an awkward apology for what she just witnessed. Arthur on the other hand, finds her joke adorable. Becky puts an arm round her, about to say some reassurance before Chris calls to the group.

“Right, that’s all done,” he shouts, clasping his hands together, looking to the camera that just filmed their mini interviews, “let’s all head to the first pub.” The rest of the crew all grab their cameras and start recording as the group starts walking.

The pairs talk amongst themselves for a bit, mostly small talk while the camera crew get shots of them walking. Chris talks to one camera with George up ahead, leaving the Fe-Mails and Bone Appetite to gather together behind.

“So y/n,” Chip starts, “is this your first pub golf video?”

“Yeah it is,” y/n replies smiling, “this is my first collab out in the public too, and with this many people.” Chip and Arthur both nod. The camera man puts the camera on them, catching the conversation that follows.

“She’s a lightweight as well,” Becky chimes in, eliciting an ‘uh-oh’ from Chip. “She got tipsy on our video together and she barely drank!” Becky continues as the others chuckle.

“I remember seeing that!” Arthur adds with enthusiasm, looking to y/n as he walks his way closer to her. “I’m sorry but you’re not surviving today!”

The cameraman moves to Cal, who’s walking at the back to make sure no one falls over already or insults the crew, either action earning them a shot or a point for their team.

Knowing she’s off camera, Becky gently clasps her hand over the mic attached to her shirt collar and leans to y/n’s ear. “He definitely fancies you, Arthur does. I can tell,” she whispers with a grin. Y/n just shakes her head with a shy smile.

Chip and Arthur look behind to the girls whispering, then to each other, shrugging with confused smiles. They walk slightly further ahead and Chip looks over his shoulder at them. “The chemistry is mad already bro,” he quietly says to Arthur. Arthur looks at him and furrows his eyes in confusion.

“Those two?” he questions, leaning his head towards Chip to hear him better.

“No bro, you and y/n. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it.” He clarifies, giving Arthur a tap on his shoulder.

Before Arthur can attempt to protest, they reach the first pub. Taking seats outside, the teams sit opposite each other and Cal grabs himself a seat at the end of the table. On one side of the table is George, Arthur, and Becky; the other side dons Chris, Chip, and y/n. Y/n and Arthur are both silently thankful to not be sat together at first, as neither creator wants the other to feel any rising heat, especially after the conversations they both just had. Unfortunately for both of them, they realise they are right in each other’s line of sight, and the cameras might pick up on any awkward exchanged glances.

The pints are brought to the table by a couple of crew members, with one pint placed in front of each participant. “Right, the rules for the first game are simple,” Cal bellows to the camera facing him, “Each player must down as much of their pint as possible within 10 seconds. The pair with the most beer drank gets 1 point, the next team gets two points, and the slowest drinkers earn 3 points.” The cameramen capture shots of the creators listening to the rules and close-up shots of the beers. Cal continues: “If a player spills any drink, fall over, or pukes, they earn either an additional point or can instead take a shot as a forfeit.”

The girls go first, Becky downing her drink almost perfectly. She leaves a little foam at the bottom, and Chip and Arthur try arguing that the drink is incomplete, but Cal allows it to count as an empty drink. Y/n wraps her hand around her glass, looking to Becky as she says “I’m so sorry,” with a sheepish smile before gulping as much as she can, leaving the pint glass with about a third of beer left when her 10 seconds are up. She sets her glass down and wipes her lips, frowning and shaking her head at the bitter flavour.

“We’ve got this in the bag bro!” Arthur chuckles as he smirks to Chip, giving him a hi-five.

“Yeah, you’re shit y/n!” Chip joins in, causing the table to laugh at his sudden unnecessary comment.

“Woah, manners Chip!” George retorts.

“Rude!” Becky shouts, feigning an offended face to Chip.

“No offence y/n!” Arthur adds with a cheeky grin, locking eyes with her. She secretly adores hearing him say her name.

“None taken Arthur,” she returns with a big smile, Arthur feeling his face burn, also loving the way his name rolls off her tongue.

The dogs are next up to play. Arthur goes first, using his two handed grip and only just downing the pint in one within the time limit, leaving no foam behind. Chip hi-fives him again, shouting “Yes brother!” Arthur proudly beams, looking down at his lap before his eyes quickly dart up to y/n, seeing she’s smiling whilst still looking at his completely empty pint glass. “Here we go, bone appetite!” Chip declares as he downs his drink, leaving just a small amount at the bottom of the glass.

“Well we’ve lost then!” Becky laughs, faking anger and slamming her hands in the table. Y/n is about to protest before realising George’s turn is next and he’s a drinking machine. George confidently grasps his drink. “Ah we’re cooked!” Chip murmurs to Arthur. George effortlessly gulps his drink down with 3 seconds to spare, cockily exhaling as he slams his glass down.

Chris is up next, gesturing a cheers towards George before downing his pint. “Look at the way he grips that thaing!” Arthur calls out in a slight accent, causing Chris to jerk his head forward to giggle and spill a couple of drops of beer onto the table. “Oh! Spillage!” Arthur shouts gleefully as he points at the new stains. Cal looks to Chris with his mouth open and the camera zooms in on the table. Chip and y/n are laughing as Becky shouts “Waaay!”. Both Chris and George argue with Cal that it’s unfair for them to get penalised as Arthur made him laugh. Cal coldly looks to them both and states “Spill’s a spill Chris, do you want to take a shot or a pint.”

Chris rolls his eyes and asks for a shot. Amongst the spilling drama, Chris didn’t finish his pint, leaving it half empty and starting off the scores as:

Bone Appetite: 1 point

The Fe-Mails: 2 points

Gherkings: 3 points

As the group head off to the next pub, Arthur jogs his way up to y/n. “I’m sorry for my comment before,” he starts, smiling at the floor sheepishly, “when you finished your drink.”

“Oh that’s okay, I didn’t take offence to either of you, don’t worry!” Y/n replies, giggling quietly at his sweet apology.

“OK, good!” Arthur chuckles, feeling relieved, “I have a habit of dishing out insults when I…” he stops himself for a second, “get to know someone.” he ends, thinking on his feet.

Y/n shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, “I enjoy the banter, I’m the same.” She replies.

Arthur beams as he looks to his crush. “I see, what else do you enjoy?” They start exchanging interests, followed by facts about science, animals, anything really as they continue leading the group towards their next destination.

Behind them, Chip and Becky walk with George. “Bro’s in love” Chip says as he gestures ahead, a little too loud, but the pair at the front are in their own world and don’t hear. Becky and George agree, giggling. “I think she feels the same way,” Becky replies with a genuine smile.

Behind the trio, Cal and Chris are being filmed from behind while they talk, the angle capturing all the players in one frame.

Chip jogs forward to join Arthur and y/n. “What are you two nerds yappin’ about?” he asks them as he wraps an arm round Arthur’s shoulder.

“Nerds?!” Arthur fake cries.

Simultaneously, y/n replies with “Space,” with a grin. A crew member joins to record them, walking backwards ahead of them, capturing the three in frame.

“Nice. Y/n, you feelin’ lightheaded yet?” Chip directs towards her, leaning forwards to look past Arthur. Arthur turns his head to her too, intrigued.

“Honestly, a little,” y/n replies.

“REALLY?” Arthur exclaims. His eyes widely looking down at her, his lips curled up a little. “Goodness, you really are a lightweight!”

Y/n laughs, “Yeah, it’s bad isn’t it. I feel bad for Becky really!”

“‘Least we’re guaranteed second place ey bro?” Chip says, tightening his grip round Arthur’s shoulder.

“You’re not wrong there!” Arthur chuckles

“You boys are mean!” Y/n retorts playfully.

The group reaches the second pub. Outside there are only tables of four. Y/n and Becky sit opposite each other first. Arthur and Chip join them. This time, Arthur bravely sits beside y/n, their arms touching. Y/n looks at their arms, observing the closeness. She begins feeling wary of the cameras and doesn’t want to come across as having a schoolgirl crush (which wouldn’t be wrong). As the others take their seats and chat, Arthur notices y/n’s slight change in demeanour and bumps her gently with his arm. “You okay?” he whispers as he leans his face towards hers, hoping his quiet words reach her ear and no one else’s.

She thinks fast, “I’m all good thanks, just dreading what we’ll be put through next,” she awkwardly giggles, turning her head to look at him only to almost brush noses. She didn’t initially realise how close his face was when he whispered just before. They both go wide eyed and lean away from each other, Arthur clearing his throat and sheepishly apologising, looking to his lap with a small smile. “You’re all good” y/n quietly giggles in response, looking down too, to avoid any risk of someone seeing her definitely reddening cheeks.

“So, in this round, each team member has to feed the drink to their teammate.” The pairs glare at each other, y/n and Becky giving each other a nod. Cal continues: “One player must stand with their hands on their hips, as their teammate stands behind them, with their arms through the player’s arms,” he manhandles Chris for demonstration. Turning Chris around and forcing his hands on his hips, Cal then loops his hands through as if his arms are now Chris’s and mimes holding a drink up to Chris’s lips. This earns nods amongst the other players, followed by ‘oh’s. “They then switch,” Cal explains further, “And the team with the lowest collective time it takes to finish their drinks, gains the least amount of points.”

George and Chris go first. “Here we go, turn around darling” George smirks to Chris as he spins him by his hips. Chris giggles high pitched, flapping his arms in a fake shy manner, causing the others to laugh. They do a terrible job, Chris keeps pulling his head away from the pint glass to tell George off for pouring too fast. “Shut up and take it!” George kept replying, giving the female viewers more treats with his choice of wording. It takes them just under a minute for Chris to finish his drink.

They switch, George offering Chris a hand. When Chris looks to him confused, George says: “I thought you’d want help climbing onto the bench so you can reach around me properly.” The group chuckle, including Chris as he rolls his eyes. They do better this way around, but mostly due to George’s drinking skills.

The other teams watch on from their table. Arthur leaning past y/n slightly so he can get a good view. She can feel his breath slightly fanning on the back of her ear, but team Gherking’s entertaining performance is distracting enough for her to not get too flustered. Chip gives Becky a subtle “Oop” and when she turns back to look at him, he gestures his head towards y/n and Arthur. From their angle, the pair are sat so close. Arthur’s elbow is resting on the table, his hand sat next to y/n’s side. His upper body is twisted toward her, his chest slightly pressed to her right shoulder. Any public onlookers would assume they’re a couple. Becky looks back to Chip and rolls her eyes with a beaming smile. Their chemistry already was undeniable, although a bit of liquid confidence may be part of the reason.

Arthur and Chip are next, stepping into shot. Chip stands behind Arthur as Cal passes a pint to him. “Uh Chip, what’s that in your pocket?” Arthur jokingly asks.

“You don’t wanna know bro” Chip replies. They do a fantastic job, Chip very gently tilting the pint more and more as Arthur gulps. Already he drinks the pint twice as fast as George and Chris’s first go. They switch places.

“What’s that massive thing poking my ass?” Chip shouts, turning to y/n and giving her a subtle wink with a smirk, being careful to not get caught by any of the cameras.

“Oh my word!” Arthur calls out in shock, followed by a chuckle as he shakes his head. Y/n laughs as she leans her head down into her arms resting on the table. She’s terrified of the cameras picking up any possible redness in her face. The pair do a great job again, their tactic was slow and steady after watching George rush Chris. They did miles better.

It’s the girls’ turn, Becky taking position behind y/n first. “Give us a hum or something if I’m pouring too fast hun,” Becky instructs in her ear. Y/n nods with a determined grin. Arthur looks on at y/n’s physique, as he hadn’t been able to look before. She carries herself confidently yet she’s humble, something he finds so attractive. The pair do an amazing job and then switch places. “Y/n your ass is very soft and squishy!” Becky exclaims, patting her on the back for finishing the pint quite fast.

“This old thing?” Y/n jokingly replies, looking back to Becky and sticks her butt out slightly towards her. The drinks may be going to her head already. They both laugh as y/n giggles out an apology as Becky shakes her head. “Oh my…” Arthur quietly says to himself as he turns to Chip, being sure not to allow himself to stare, instead he locks eyes with his smirking teammate.

Y/n stands behind Becky and takes the pint from Cal. Y/n leans forward, her head just above Becky’s shoulder so she can watch Becky’s face and pour based on her expression. “Looks like she’s pouring based on Becky’s swallows, good tactic!” Cal calls out. Arthur watches on, taking into account y/n’s care to Becky. Chip leans over the table. “She’s clever and caring bro, wife her up!” Chip whispers. Arthur exhales a laugh through his nose at Chips words, he slightly shakes his head but doesn’t take his eyes off y/n.

The Fe-Mails finish the fastest, against all odds. Chris blames George for pouring too fast and George retorts by saying Chris whined too much. The scores now as follows:

Bone Apetit: 3 points

The Fe-Mails: 3 points

Gherkings: 6 points

The next pub isn’t too far away, about a four minute walk. Chris runs up ahead of George, Arthur, and Chip to reach y/n who is walking alongside Becky and Cal. “So y/n, how are you finding pub golf so far?” he asks, with a camerman walking alongside them.

“I’m really enjoying it so far thanks,“ she starts, “it’s been really fun and everyone’s so nice.”

“Oh yeah, you haven’t met some of the guys before. Cal, Arthur, and Chip right? Alongside the crew?” Chris replies.

“Oop, Chris just said your name” Chip teases Arthur quietly. Arthur looks up ahead of him to see Chris and y/n talking in front of a camera while walking. “You two are really getting on aren’t you, you and y/n?” he adds, patting Arthur on the back.

“Yeah, she’s really nice,” he smiles as he whispers, “She’s just like she is in her videos, not that I thought she wouldn’t be or anything.”

“Yeah, I’d been watching her stuff for a while and before even meeting her, I thought that you guys should meet,” George chimes in, joining Arthur’s other side. “You’re both awkward and nerdy and funny, two peas in a pod really.”

“Really?” Arthur enquires, quite loud, and the boys shush him as y/n and Chris are only a couple of metres ahead and could’ve heard.

They arrive at the third pub already, but there were no seats outside available, so they all squeeze into a round booth inside, with Cal in the middle. From left to right is Becky, Chris, Chip, Cal, George, Arthur, and y/n.

A tray full of shots gets placed on the round table. Cal explains to the camera that this round is an alphabet game where starting with Arthur, they’ll take turns clockwise naming something within a category, from A-Z. Whoever hesitates or says a word starting with the wrong letter, they need to drink a shot. A shot in this game earns a point for the team. The first round is dog breeds, matching Chip and Arthur’s costumes. It goes as follows:

Arthur: “Alsatian”

Y/n: “Bulldog”

Becky: “Chihuahua”

Chris: “Uhh… Dalmatian!”

Chip: “Errr…”

“Hesitation!” Chris and Cal both shout. Chip puts his head in his hands and groans. He picks up a shot and shouts “I can’t think of any dogs starti’ with E!”

“English bull terrier!” Arthur calls, gesturing fake-angrily, “It’s OUR theme!”

“Aw man!” Chip replies as he downs his shot. Arthur chuckles, turning to look at y/n who’s also enjoying the antics. Arthur doesn’t notice at first, but his leg is pressed against y/n’s, mostly due to George manspreading.

George turns to Arthur, “That’s handy, I couldn’t think of a dog beginning with F either,” he chuckled, shrugging.

“A Frenchie?” Y/n replied, leaning forward past Arthur.

“Yeah, a French bulldog, y/n literally said ‘bulldog’ and basically gave that to you!” Arthur laughs, as he nudges y/n.

Round two is fruit and vegetables, based on team Gherkings. Starting with Chip, the game begins:

Chip: “Avocado! Yes!”

George: “B…Banana”

Arthur: “Cantaloupe”

Y/n: “Dragon fr-“

“Brother that’s an animal!” Chip interrupts, pointing at Arthur.

“Cantaloupe?” George asks with both surprise and a smirk as the group laughs.

“You’re thinking of an antelope!” Arthur calls back.

“You’re on the same team!” Chris chortles.

“Y/n, hesitation!” Cal exclaims.

Y/n’s jaw drops, Arthur looks to her in surprise.

“That’s not fair!” Y/n retorts.

“Yeah, she started talking but Chip interrupted” Becky adds.

“To be fair, she said ‘dragon fruit’, I heard her.” Arthur claims, matter of factly as he leans back and puts a hand on y/n’s shoulder, giving it a pat.

“I didn’t hear her, did anyone else hear her besides Arthur?” Cal asks the group.

“I didn’t.” George answers, smugly, shooting a grin towards y/n.

“I did!” Becky adds.

“Well that’s bollocks,” Chris states as he crosses his arms, “if George didn’t hear it, you’re not gonna hear it from all the way over there!”

“George is lying!” “Because George is lying” y/n and Arthur exclaim at the same time.

George sarcastically presses a hand to his heart, feigning a hurt expression.

“That settles it, y/n hesitated.” Cal finalises, smacking the table like a judge with a gavel. George picks up a shot and hands it to y/n “Drink up,” he grins. She takes the shot from him as she narrows her eyes at him.

“Fine, but this means war.” she jokingly murmurs before taking the shot, disgusted by the aftertaste.

“Well done,” Arthur says, leaning back to touch her shoulder again, giving it a squeeze as he grins at her.

The third round is items you’d find in a post office. “Chip, as you interrupted y/n last round, you can start.” Cal states.

Chips stutters, “A…analytics, like sheets of analytics and data and stuff!”

“Absolutely not.” Chris says.

“Boxes!” George shouts, not taking any chances.

“I’m sorry, no.” Chris continues.

“Chris, if you continue interrupting and time wasting, you’ll need to take a shot.” Cal states. The game continues:

Arthur: “Calendar”

Y/n: “Desk!”

Becky: “Eeeeenvelopes”

Chris: “Ummm… F…”

“Hesitation!” Cal shouts, slamming the table again as the others join in shouting.

“Uh, fine!” Chris groans as he downs a shot, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head. “Bloody awful.”

“So, each team has one point each?” George questions, “Well that game was fucking pointless then!”

Cal nods, pretending to be deeply disappointed in everyone. “I was worried this would happen,” he starts, “So we have one more round!”

The cameras whip around everyone as ‘ooh’s echo throughout. The final round was for countries. “Chris, you start.”

Chris: “Argentina”

Chip: “Belgium“

George: “China”

Arthur: “Denmark”

Y/n: “England”

Becky: “… France”

Chris: “Germany”

Chip: “Hhhhhungary!”

George (laughing): “Iceland”

Arthur: “Japan”

Y/n: “Um… Kazakhstan”

Becky: “L…ondon!”

“No!” Y/n cries out, belly laughing as she puts her head in her hands. Arthur laughs along with her and pats her on the back.

“I’m sorry, I panicked!” Becky calls out, immediately grabbing a shot and drinking as Cal shouts: “Incorrect!”

“‘London’” Chris quietly says to himself as he chuckles.

“Don’t worry Becks, I thought London too,” Chip leans forward, calling to Becky who had her head on the table.

The scores at the end of this game are:

Bone Appetite: 4

The Fe-Mails: 5

Gherkings: 7

As the group stand up from the booth, the drinks are starting to get to the group’s heads. “Fuckin’ ‘ell!” Becky shouts, wobbling as she carefully steps out of the booth, Chris getting up behind her with his arms outreached ready to catch her if she falls. Y/n gets up and stumbles slightly, catching herself on the table. Arthur smiles and reaches out to her at the same time. “Woah, careful there!” he chuckles.

Heading to the next pub, Chip loses his footing off the curb, his ankle buckling as he drops to the floor. He’s totally fine and just lays there laughing as Becky and Chris immediately head over to help him up, also cackling. “Oop! Was that a fall there Chip?” Cal questions, pointing at the obviously collapsed man on the floor.

“No…” Chip replies as he’s pulled to his feet.

“Do you want a point for the team or a shot at the next pub?” Cal asks.

“Point. No, shot!” Chip shouts.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to go for your first answer,” Cal states, “One extra point to Bone Appetite!” Arthur shakes his head with a small snigger as he walks beside Cal, a camera pointing at them both.

George is walking alongside y/n, at the front of the group. “Having a good time?” He asks. A little tipsy, she giggles.

“I really am, thanks for getting me on here.” She beams. George grins back.

“I’m glad. And I must say, you’ve made an astonishing first impression.” He states.

“Really?”

“Yep, I’ve seen the crew laugh at some of your jokes. Chip thinks you’re proper nice, and don’t get me started on Arthur.” George elaborates.

Y/n looks to George shyly, “What d’you mean?”

“What’s that?” Arthur asks as he darts ahead to join George and y/n, walking on the other side of her.

“Nothing bad Television, I was just telling y/n what a good impression she’s made already today with her pub golf debut.” George calmly explains. Arthur nods, looking to y/n with a sweet smile.

“You really have!” He adds, his beam so wide his eyes close. “You’ll definitely be asked to join again. If not by Chris, which would make him an idiot, but by the viewers.”

Y/n gets bashful. “Aw, thanks!” She replies.

“And I certainly want you to join again,” Arthur continues, looking y/n in the eyes with a genuine smile.

“Yeah, because you’re terrible and give us a good boost.” George adds, sporting a childish smirk before then drifting back to join the others behind them.

“He’s such an idiot sometimes, ignore him.” Arthur whispers, “His team’s losing anyway.”

Reaching the fourth pub, more shots were purchased for the players. They stand around a circular table outside as Cal announces the rules: Each player must down their shot, with their hands behind their back and only using their mouth to lift the glass. Any spills, leftover drink, or using hands earns the player’s team a point.

Chris goes first and accidentally leaves a little drink at the bottom. Chip and Arthur scream for Cal to penalise him while George squeezes his nose bridge in half-joking frustration. Cal gives team Gherkings a point for not finishing the shot. Becky’s next and completes her shot with ease. “Piece of piss!” She gloats while pointing at the camera. Chip’s next and being giggly and tipsy, he giggles mid-drink and spits the glass out. The drink spills everywhere and the shot glass bounces off the table and shatters on the floor. Arthur clasps his hands to his head, “What are you doing?” He exclaims.

“That’s two points for Bone Appetite, not just for spilling but for breaking a glass!” Cal calls. Arthur playfully shakes Chip by the shoulders with gritted teeth. Chip just giggles. Becky pumps a fist in the air and hi-fives y/n, as they both realise they’re in first place now.

George takes his shot just fine, followed by Arthur. Y/n watches Arthur’s lips around the glass, feeling a little flustered as he furrows his eyebrows in concentration. Arthur drinks his shot just fine too. Y/n’s last and also has the giggles, nervous she’ll make the same mistake as Chip. “Calm yourself babes, focus!” Becky cheers on. Y/n clasps her hands behind her lower back and leans forward, gripping the shot glass with her lips. George looks to Arthur, raising his eyebrows and pressing his lips together, luckily both are out of view of the cameras. Arthur clears his throat awkwardly and locks eyes with George. “Oh grow up” Arthur quietly murmurs, rolling his eyes with a playful smile. Although he can’t deny, he’s starting to break a sweat.

Y/n lifts the glass and tilts her head back fine, but Chip then makes a fake orgasm moan which causes her to laugh. Unlike Chip however, she leans forward and the drink lands back in the shot glass, and she places it back on the table with her mouth. “What the hell Chip?” She calls out, chortling as she stood straight again.

“One point to the Fe-Mails!” Cal declares.

With that round over, the scores are:

The Fe-Mails: 6

Bone Appetite: 7

Gherkings: 8

Heads are starting to spin from the last few shots, and it shows in all the players now. Chris in particular is struggling, groaning as he walks along with the group on the way to the penultimate pub. “Chris, if you chunder you get a point for each spew!” Cal calls to him from the back of the group.

“Fuck off, we’re losing anyway!” Chris shouts back.

“Only by one point, you idiot!” George snaps at his suffering teammate. Cal looks to the camera with fake outrage.

“Did he just disrespect the ref?”, the cameraman made the camera nod. He turns back to the group and puts a hand either side of his mouth. “One point to team Gherkings for disrespecting the ref!”

The girls are also struggling, clinging onto each other as y/n’s steps in particular become gradually more wobbled as they waddle alongside George. Arthur chuckles from behind them. “Wow, you really ARE bad at this y/n!” he calls. She’s too busy concentrating on not falling over to fight back with a witty comment and just giggles.

Reaching the fifth pub, they realise there are no chairs available inside or out, so the crew go to the bar to grab the drinks while the players head back out the pub entrance and all stand on the street. Cal hands Becky and y/n a pint each. “Try not to spew this one back in the glass this time y/n!” Arthur sniggers, his liquid courage getting to him. Becky gives him a middle finger and Chip chuckles.

“Don’t start with me Arthur or I’ll spew on you!” Y/n retorts, not her best comeback but she’s beyond tipsy at this point.

“He’d probably like that,” George whispers under his breath, making Chris cackle.

This round is pretty simple, one teammate needs to feed the other as much of a pint as possible within 10 seconds. If any teammate finishes the pint before the 10 seconds, the team gets one point deducted from their score. Becky and y/n go first, Becky doing the pouring for y/n. “Just squeeze my shoulder if you want me to slow down yeah?” Becky explains, “I’ve seen the others do it before.”

Y/n nods, putting her arm around Becky and resting on her shoulder. “I’ve seen it too, good plan.” She replies. Remarkably, y/n manages almost all the pint, following Becky’s suggestion. The boys cheer her as it’s the best performance y/n has done so far. They swap places and Becky puts her arm around y/n. Watching on from the side, chip slaps Arthur’s back. “Bet you’d love to put your arm around y/n like that wouldn’t you?” He whispers. George, standing the other side chimes in, making quiet kissy noises. Arthur presses his hand to his brow bone and giggles to himself. “You guys are too much, seriously.”

“Honestly mate, she seems into you, she’d probably let you.” Chris adds, standing in front of the boys but hearing everything. He turns to look at Arthur, so he can see Chris is being genuine.

“I don’t know her that well, but for the time I’ve known her, she hasn’t radiated this much with anyone as she’s done with you.” George adds, also using a legitimate tone. Patting Arthur on the back.

Y/n tips the glass for Becky, the whole time watching her face and paying close attention to the hand on her shoulder. “Yes Becky” she quietly chants throughout the 10 seconds, but sadly Becky also doesn’t finish the whole pint in time. Next up are Bone Appetite, Chip deeply suffering as he barely downs half the pint before stopping and trying not to vomit. The boys shouting their fair shares of ‘uh oh’s, trying to make Chip feel worse. Chip doubles over and braces himself. Arthur stands beside him, “Seriously, you alright mate?” He asks calmly.

Chris stands beside y/n, a crew member filming them both. “I thought you’d be the first to go y/n,” he chuckles. Looking back over as the onesie wearers are both leaning against the wall. Y/n giggles, watching Arthur be a supportive friend and melting a little internally.

“Same here honestly” she replies, eliciting a laugh from Chris. Arthur and Chip step back into shot. Arthur pats his back lightly as Chip nods, confirming he’s okay to continue.

Chip begins pouring the drink into Arthur’s mouth. Y/n watching on as Arthur confidently gestures up with his spare arm so Chip can pour faster. Arthur remarkably finishes the pint, reducing their team’s point by one. The other players applaud, y/n is impressed, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “You’re drooling” George whispers as he leans into her and winks, he and Chris making their way in front of the camera for their turn. Arthur and Chip cross them, Chip heading inside because he needs a ‘massive slash’ and Arthur joining y/n.

Y/n is stood leaning against the wall as Arthur stands beside her, his arm reached out and hand behind her, pressed against the wall. Shuffling her feet as she watches the Gherkings have their turn, she steps back slightly and the back of her neck meets Arthur’s arm. “Oh, sorry,” she awkwardly whispers to him, letting out a small giggle. Arthur tuts with a faint smile.

“Don’t be silly!” He whispers as he moves his lips closer to her ear, reaching his hand round to squeeze her shoulder a little, before returning it back to the wall. He catches her smiling to herself as he returns his gaze back to George and Chris, and he can’t stop himself from beaming either.

George pouring into Chris’s mouth didn’t go well, only managing half the pint. When they swap however, George also manages to finish his pint. They lose a point for their team, the Fe-Mails being the only team whose score stays the same. The scores at the end of this round are:

The Fe-Mails: 6

Bone Apetit: 6

Gherkings: 7

The gang head off to the last pub, wobblier than ever. Chris and Arthur are busy keeping Chip afloat, neither of them holding themselves too well either. George has his arms around Becky and y/n, he himself being the most sober of the players. “Look at George, Arthur, and Chris. Chivalrous as ever.” Cal says to the camera with a grin. They all pile into the pub, situating at a six-seater table. Cal pulls up a stool at the end again. Chris, Arthur, and Chip head down one side of the table and Becky, y/n, and George move down the other. Y/n sits opposite Arthur, but luckily she’s already flushed from the drinks.

“Okay guys, it’s the final game of the night!” Cal begins as the cameras focus on the table. He explains the rules: each team has a cocktail pitcher that they have to pour into their glasses and drink until the pitcher is empty. Fastest drinking team wins.

Bone Appetite go first, Arthur drinking more than Chip, but they manage to finish the pitcher in under a minute. Next is Becky and y/n. Y/n sniffs the pitcher and shudders. “I don’t think I’ll keep this stuff down Becky” she chuckles, embarrassed.

“Aw, you’ll be alright, I can take more drink if you want!” Becky replies, to which y/n nods. The boys look on with excitement, The Fe-Mails essentially one man down, all except Arthur. Despite wearing a smile to fit the others, deep down he can’t help but worry for y/n, not wanting her to spew on camera in her first ChrisMD video appearance. However, Becky sticks to her promise and takes the heavier load and they complete their turn, although slightly slower than Bone Appetite. Y/n pauses for a moment, a clenched fist held to her mouth. The gang stop to watch her, making sure she doesn’t spew but after a few seconds, she composes herself. “Phew, I’m fine!” She smiles. Becky and the boys relax.

Although it doesn’t seem like Chris is holding up too well either, as George drags their pitcher to rest in between them. “Chin up dearest,” George starts, “we got a game to win.”

Chris lets out a low burp into his hand, groaning out an “Oh god” that’s barely audible. Arthur excitedly looks to Chip, then to Becky and y/n, his eyes wide and lips pursed in an ‘ooh’ shape.

They start, but George quickly takes the lead as Chris struggles. As soon as he finishes his glass, Chris makes a dash from the table, leaving George and the rest to watch on in shock. “I won’t give him a point for vomiting just yet.” Cal chuckles. George turns his attention back to the pitcher, well aware that that they’re still against the clock, and pours himself a glass to continue. Remarkably, he finishes the entire pitcher’s worth and catches up to the girls’ time but wasn’t able to beat Chip and Arthur.

With the final game over, George excuses himself to check on his teammate, and the others talk amongst themselves. As Arthur talks with Chip, he gestures his hand a little too fast, knocking a glass of half melted ice over, the cold water spilling across the table, and dripping onto y/n’s lap. “Oh no!” He cries, eyes wide open as he clasps his hands to his mouth in horror. Y/n yelps at the sudden coldness but soon laughs it off.

“Spillage!” Becky shouts, pointing from the table to y/n while staring directly at Cal.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Shit.” Arthur mumbles, “Let me get you some napkins!” He gets up and rushes away.

“Surely that doesn’t count as a spillage, the drink was all drink up- drunk up,” Chip tries reasoning with Cal.

“Nope, still a spill. A drink was spilled Chip!” Cal quips back in an authoritative but jokey tone. “One point to Bone Appetite!”

Arthur reappears at the table, retaking his seat and passing y/n a scrunched up bundle of napkins as she stands up ready to wipe herself.

“Thank you, good boy!” She giggles as she half-drunkenly leans over pats Arthur on the head, then proceeding to dab her trousers. Arthur looks super surprised at first, as Chip and Becky chortle, before breaking out into laughter himself.

“Brother I’m sorry, you got us a point but your face just then was so worth it!” Chip chuckles. Y/n sits back down, using the remainder of the napkins to dry the table. Arthur feeling all too aware that he may be blushing after being called a ‘good boy’ by the hottest girl he’s ever met, turns his head away from the table, nonchalantly saying “Where are the pickle boys?” to avoid the cameras picking up on any redness in his face. Luckily for him, they both appear from round the corner and return to the table. Sitting down and tucking their chairs in, Chris looks to Cal and bluntly says “Yeah, I threw up” with sheepish look, then he looks to the camera and sighs. George pretends to smell Chris’s bad breath and wafts his hand, then chuckles.

“One point to team Gherkings!” Cal starts, “And with that, the final scores are…” the players begin to smack their hands on the table for a drum roll. “In third place with 11 points is team Gherkings!” the other two teams clap as Chris put his hand to his chest and makes a faint bow. George puts his head down, smirking and gesturing at a very pale Chris, murmuring an “Obviously.”

“And now for first place… it’s a tie between Bone Appetite and The Fe-Mails!” Cal finishes. The table exchange a few ‘oohs’. “I thought this may happen,” Cal continues, “Therefore we have a tie breaker to determine first and second place!”

All of a sudden, two crew members approach the table with four baby Guinnesses, placing one in front of each of the tied team members.

“Oh god, I can’t drink anymore.” Chip whines, eliciting a low laugh from the table.

“I’m not sure if I can either.” Becky adds.

“Each team member will drink their baby Guinness, the faster of both teams will then compete in an arm wrestle.” Cal explains.

“Okay.” Y/n says to herself, determined, her hand ready on her small glass. She had assumed her team would’ve come last because of her, so beating George gave her some encouragement.

“Three-two-one-go!” Cal suddenly shouts very fast, hoping to throw them all off.

Chip doesn’t even move, he remains staring at his baby Guinness in defeat with his hands on his lap.

“Oh, fuck!” Becky calls out, quickly reaching for her drink and downing it. However y/n and Arthur had already finished theirs within just over a second.

Cal claps his hands together and declares: “Arthur and y/n win the race! Get ready to arm wrestle.” They lock eyes and reposition themselves ready. Both feeling a little heated from the eye contact, but they know it’ll make for good shots for the video.

“Get him, y/n!” Becky cheers.

“Don’t go easy on her Arthur!” Chip chants, patting Arthur on the back. The pair rest their elbows on the table and clasp hands, immediately feeling electricity from the contact, and hoping the spark isn’t visible on camera.

“You’re toe-ing… you’re going to do a Fe-FAIL!” Arthur stammers, the baby Guinness going straight to his head. The players laugh, including himself. Y/n cackles with her head down. Arthur squeezes her hand slightly to bring her attention back to the game. She lifts her head back up, locking eyes with him again and attempting a deadpan face. “Someone mute this TV, it-“ but she bursts out laughing before finishing her sentence. Arthur lets out a ‘pfft’ laugh, leaning his head back and squinting his eyes together.

“This is painful,” Chris chuckles, rubbing circles into his eyes with his hands.

“Indeed it is,” Cal adds, “Ready? Start on ‘go’.” The pair’s eyes meet again, y/n slightly turns her wrist to make the wrestle harder for Arthur and gives him a small squeeze. Arthur bites his lip and furrows his brows in response, staring at their connected hands. Y/n is seemingly unaware of just how strong Arthur with his sleeper build, although she’d never tell Arthur (or anyone for that matter) that she’s seen a lot of edits where he is shirtless.

“Three, two, one, go!” Cal calls. Immediately y/n seems to have the upper hand for a few seconds, Arthur’s hand mere inches from the table. Chris and Chip cheer Arthur on, telling him to pick up the slack. Meanwhile, George and Becky chant y/n’s name and smack the table in rhythm. Arthur’s face is contorted as he struggles, watching y/n as she stares at their hands. As soon as she glances back at Arthur, he suddenly smirks and slams her hand down on the table. “Oh my god!” Chip calls out, perking up and slamming his fists on the table with excitement.

“Outstanding. Arthur wins the arm wrestle, which means Bone Appetite wins this video’s pub golf with 7 points!” Cal declares gesturing to his right at the champions. Y/n’s still staring at Arthur with a wide mouth and still with her hand pinned down under Arthur’s. One cameraman zooms in to capture Chip and Arthur’s celebratory reaction, as Chip shakes Arthur’s shoulders and cheers until his voice breaks. Only then does Arthur realise he’s still holding y/n’s hand, giving her hand a couple of small squeezes again before letting go and giving Chip a hug.

Y/n smiles and pulls her hand away to applaud the winners with a smile, alongside the other players. Cal then turns to the girls. “And well done to The Fe-Mails, second place with 8 points!” He exclaims before clapping. Y/n and Becky both let out some ‘woop’s before throwing their prop envelopes in the air like confetti. Arthur and Chip then clap for them.

“Aw commiserations ladies” Chip taunts the girls, his clapping slowing but increasing in volume as he sticks out his bottom lip.

“Ah shut up you, you barely did anything!” Becky retorts.

“Yeah,” y/n joins in, pushing his baby Guinness closer to him. He fake gags and presses his head into Arthur’s neck.

“They’re bullying me Arthur!” He cries against him.

“Not gonna lie, you kind of deserved it,” Arthur replies giggling, watching y/n laugh.

The crew head outside to do their final clips, one by one they partake in the same interview they did before the pub golf games started. The question being a slight variation: ‘How did you fare today?’

Chris’s answer validates his answer at the beginning. Squeezing the bridge of his nose, he chuckles and bluntly answers: “We did shit.”

George’s answer is a stark contrast against his initial confident response. “I would’ve won if it wasn’t for that hobbit” he jokingly states with his arms crossed, his head gesturing towards his paling teammate.

Chip’s nonchalant ‘we’ll do alright I think’ from before was also very different to his new response: “We fucking smashed it, I knew we would!”

Arthur sticks to his dog theme with his answer. “We had fun and were the winners, in dog years this means we had seven times the fun… and seven times the wins” he exclaims with a big smile.

“I think we did fantastic, we would’ve won if it were me doing the arm wrestle, but we still smashed it!” Becky answers, confident as ever, pumping a fist towards the camera.

Lastly is y/n’s final answer. “I bloody loved it,” she chuckles, “I had the best time with the best people, I… had the best time!”

Chris struggles to get through the outro for the video while the others stand either side of him, smiling. The film crew stop recording and put their kits away, all heading back into the pub to have their own drinks, and the players follow them. Chris and Cal sit at a long table with their crew, whereas George, Chip, Becky, Arthur, and y/n head towards booth beside them. Arthur gestures for y/n to slide into the bench first, and he follows suit. Opposite them slides in Chip and George. “Guys my uber is here!” Becky announces. She says her goodbyes to everyone, calling y/n her partner in crime as y/n leans across the table to give her a hi-five. Arthur looks down to his lap shyly as y/n’s face was dangerously close to his during Becky’s farewell. “Have fun y/n” she says in a suggestive tone, before winking at her and leaving the pub. Y/n giggles to herself and readjusts her position.

“What was that about, why’d she say that like that?” Arthur asks y/n, his head tilted and leans closer towards y/n, narrowing his eyes with intrigue.

“Oh, that’s… nothing, she’s just being silly!” Y/n awkwardly replies, unclipping her mic from her collar to put in her pocket.

“Hmm… yeah…” Arthur murmurs, still looking at her suspiciously, but realising he’s still wearing his mic and removes his too. “I’ll give these back to Chris, do you want a drink? Anyone?” Arthur asks, directing the notion to the whole booth.

“I’ll just have a water please,” y/n answers.

“Me too,” George adds.

“If I drink anything else, I’ll fucking die.” Chip murmurs.

“Okay, three waters, I’ll be right back.” Arthur takes the mic packs and heads to Chris’s table. George leans towards y/n with his elbows on the table and his chin resting in his hands.

“Enjoyed the arm wrestle didn’t we?” He teases. Chip copies George’s pose, also awaiting y/n’s reply.

“Actually my wrist hurts now,” y/n awkwardly replies, rubbing her wrist.

“That’s not what I meant, don’t think I didn’t see you two still holding hands way after the arm wrestle was over!” George replies.

“Really?” Chip remarks, “Guess I was too busy celebrating to notice!”

Y/n eyes widen. “You don’t think the cameras picked up on it do you?” She asks awkwardly, “I’m still dealing with the y/n x Becky accusations!”

Arthur makes his way back to the table, juggling three glasses of water. He offers Chip some of his water, to which Chip declines. They chat away about the day for the next few minutes, Arthur’s arm brushing past y/n’s every so often while talking, and occasionally his leg touches hers too. George being a ‘bro’ to both Arthur and y/n, excuses himself to go to the toilets, subtly gesturing for Chip to leave too. Chip says he wants some fresh air and heads outside, leaving Arthur and y/n alone. The booth suddenly feels more intimate.

Arthur shifts on the bench so he’s facing y/n more, his right arm resting on the back of the bench, his hand by y/n’s head. She turns to face him too, her elbow resting on the table and her head on her hand. “Did you enjoy today?” He asks quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact now they’re alone and off camera. She nods, sitting up straighter but looking at her lap awkwardly.

“It was probably the best video I’ve ever been a part of, including my own” she replies with a giggle.

“Really? That fun, huh?” Arthur responds, now looking at her. She nods again.

“Was there anything in particular, or the whole day as a whole?” He queries.

“The whole day,” y/n beams. Arthur then nods, y/n looks around the pub before feeling brave. “Actually, you definitely made things more fun” She adds. Arthur’s eyes widen as he takes a sip of his water, trying to come up with something to say. Y/n follows suit, although it’s because her mouth has become extremely dry.

“What do you mean?” He questions, studying her face with a flattered grin.

“You just made me feel super comfortable, not that anyone made me UNcomfortable, but yeah. It really helped calm my nerves.” Y/n explains.

“Aw well, I’m so glad to hear that,” Arthur replies, moving his hand from the back of the bench to y/n’s shoulder and giving it a gentle jostle. “I think this was my favourite pub golf, by far,” He continues, “and that was down to you, most definitely.”

There was a cozy silence between the two. Y/n nods gleefully as she takes another sip of her water. As she sets the glass back down, she looks to Arthur to see him studying her face. His smile still visible, although more so in his eyes rather than his lips, as his gaze flutters over her features, pausing at her mouth before darting back up to her eyes. They can feel each other slowly leading in.

“Arthur, y/n,” Chris startles them with a hand tapping on the table, “uh sorry, we’re all heading off now. You coming?” Y/n checks her phone, surprised to see it’s getting late. She didn’t originally know how long these pub golf videos take, and it certainly didn’t feel like it took a whole entire day. Arthur turns back to look at y/n with an inquisitive smile. “We’re gonna head back to theirs to watch a horror movie or something, if you want to join?” He asks.

“Yeah, you can crash if you’re not busy tomorrow too, Arthur’s staying over.” Chris chimes in. Y/n of course, accepts the invitation.

Chip makes his own way home, promising to text once he’s back safe. George, Chris, Arthur, and y/n head into a taxi to travel back to the boys’ flat. Chris sits in front with the driver, chatting away with him. Whereas y/n is sandwiched in the back between Arthur and George. “Come on y/n, put us out of our misery,” George starts, his odd sentence gains him confused glances from y/n and Arthur, “who do you think you’ll be shipped most with by the viewers after this video goes live?” He continues with a cheeky grin.

“Probably Becky again.” Y/n chuckles, replying fast without much thought.

“You and Becky, ey?” George enquires, pretending to think as he looks to the ceiling of the taxi and rubs his chin before adding: “Now there’s an image.”

“Don’t be such a perve!” Arthur scolds half-heartedly. They all share a snigger.

“I recon you two.” Chris chimes in, turning in his chair and gesturing to y/n and Arthur with a genuine smile, though his voice raspy.

“Oh really?” Arthur questioned, his cheeks beginning to burn again as y/n turns to look at him. The closeness of their faces in the cramped taxi adding to the heat as they lock eyes and share giggle.

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[PART TWO]

A/n: my first fic! I hope you enjoyed, sorry it was long. I basically wrote out an entire YouTube view lol but I loved writing it nonetheless. I love a good fluffy slow burner, but I also love smut too so watch this space, hehe Part two at the boys’ flat? Also, shall I write a follow-up where y/n and Arthur end up in a pub golf pair after popular demand from the viewers? - Gabby xo

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shush, it's a secret | george clarke

it's not unusual for you to be over at george's flat considering you and him met at university and both moved to london around the same time. but about four months ago, your relationship changed from close friends to just that, a relationship.

you'd both decided to not tell anyone, despite how difficult it was proving to be to not be all over each other 24/7. the fans knew of you, to an extent. you'd appear in the backgrounds of videos or tiktoks posted by the boys. your social media was public, however, none of your accounts included your name, making it less likely for fans to find you.

tonight, you're over at the flat again, legs strewn over george's lap and eating some of the dominoes he'd ordered. a movie chris had picked out plays on the tv, but was now long forgotten about since a debate has broken out amongst the boys. over what? you don't know. you're too focused on the way george's hand is subconsciously trailing up your thigh, dangerously high for a 'close friend'. he honestly hasn't noticed that he's doing it, too engaged in the ongoing debate. so, you pick your phone up from your chest and message him.

too high x

his phone dings and he leans forward, grabbing it off the table before noticing it was from you. you watch as his brows furrow in confusion, before sending him another message.

your hand x

realisation hits george and he squeezes your thigh gently as an apology, moving his hand back down to rest above your knees. he mouths 'sorry' at you, to which you can't help but giggle and shake your head. arthur (hill) looks between you two in slight confusion, going to say something but deciding to keep his mouth shut.

it wasn't that you didn't want to tell people, you'd both just agreed it would be easier figuring things out and adjusting to this shift in dynamic without other people prying their noses in. it didn't make the thrill of getting caught any less exciting though. even the simple things such as him wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder made you get an adrenaline rush.

you can feel your eyes growing heavy, despite it still being relatively early, and decide to call it a night.

"sorry guys but i'm gonna head to bed," an echo of boos fill the room while you shrug, laughing, "i'm tired guys leave me alone. mind if i crash in your bed george?"

it feels weird having to ask your boyfriend if you can sleep in his bed, but it seems to be doing the trick of keeping the relationship a secret. there are only three bedrooms and you've known george the longest, so it makes sense you'd stay in his room.

"no go for it, i probably won't be long." you give him a smile and climb off the sofa, heading to his room.

george's eyes widen when he next checks the time, not realising it was so late.

"shit." he mumbles to himself, gaining a weird look from the boys.

"you alright george?" arthur (hill) questions.

"yea i'm fine. just didn't realise it was so late that's all, got stuff to do tomorrow. i'm gonna go to bed though, night guys." he was lying right through his teeth, he had nothing to do tomorrow.

what george had meant to be ten minutes or so had turned into an hour and a half. arthur (tv) ended up coming over and they'd gotten so caught up in conversation that time seemed to fly by. he knows that you hate falling asleep without him and feels guilt seep into his skin. especially since he knows you won't ask for him to come to bed, not wanting it to come off weird since to the others, you're 'just friends'.

you're staring at the ceiling when he shuts his bedroom door, having fallen asleep for all of twenty minutes before you woke up to an empty bed over an hour ago.

"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't realise it had been that long," you turn to look at him, enjoying the way he starts stroking your cheek with his thumb, "have you been waiting for me?"

"mhm, fell asleep for about twenty minutes and been awake since. it's okay though, kept myself busy," george's jaw drops slightly, clearly misunderstanding your words, "oh my god george, no! i meant by reading some more of my book you perv. get your mind out the gutter."

he laughs and goes in to kiss you but you push his forehead away before he can. you scrunch up your face in disgust.

"ow, what was that for?" he's rubbing his forehead like you just hit him with a bat, making it much more dramatic than necessary.

"brush your teeth, you have pizza breath." he tries to do it again and catch you off guard but fails, "i mean it george."

"yes ma'am."

he disappears into the bathroom and returns a few minutes later. his teeth are brushed and he's wearing a pair of grey joggers. your arms open wide, inviting him to lay on top of you so you can run your nails through his hair and up and down his back. a feeling both of you love.

"can i kiss you now?" he teases, grin widening when you nod your head.

several kisses are planted on your face and you know he's purposefully missing your lips. you frown, wanting him to kiss you properly, not having felt his lips on yours in what felt like years. realistically, it's been a few hours.

"george, kiss me properly." you whine.

and he does just that. one hand holding himself up to hover over you, the other stroking your cheek and bringing you in closer until your lips finally meet. the kiss starts off slow and loving, until he presses you further into the mattress, his hands beginning to roam your body. every ounce of sleep you were feeling disappears, suddenly becoming hyper aware of what's happening.

pulling away, you mumble, "we can't, everyone's here. they'll hear us."

"never stopped us before." george whispers against your mouth, connecting your lips once again.

well touché.

a/n don't ask where the inspiration for this came from at 2 in the morning cause i don't have an answer. not proofread either sorryyy. shall i make a part two? i feel like i'll end up doing it anyway but what do you guys think??

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wumblewee · 6 months ago

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AIDAN TURNER as DECLAN O'HARA in RIVALS (2024)

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wumblewee · 6 months ago

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Aidan Turner as Declan O'Hara Rivals 1.01, "Episode #1.1"

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wumblewee · 7 months ago

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SECRETS

(rafe x reader. one shot/potential series)

Content: rafexreader, secret relationship, teasing, jealousy, party, rafe being needy and annoying, reader is stubborn and pissed off!!! protective. fight between kooks and pogues. (p.s. i named her ava cause i had to use a name)

authors note: This is my first post and I was bored. If you like it, let me know. I might do more. Ignore any mistakes. This is not fully about Rafe and Ava but I got ahead of myself and started waffling so stick through it. And i know some of it is cringe but idc i wanted a badass character. Thanksss❤️❤️❤️

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Laying across the couch next to Kie, you’re waiting for a response from him. John B makes it clear that you and Kie should start getting ready soon for the party that’s happening later on the beach.

“Come on ladies, we won’t wait for you when we need to go.” he remarks. Rolling your eyes, you get up, leaving John B and Kie talking and make your way into the bedroom where JJ is napping in bed. Your makeup station is located in the corner on the dresser in which you quietly make your way over to.

Starting on your makeup, you go for a light look which you complete in 10 minutes. He still hasn’t answered. Last time you saw him, you ended up walking out because he was being a dick about your friends. He ‘apologised’ later on text but you decided to ignore him, until now when you realised he still had your favourite jumper which you left on accident last time you went to his house.

*Buzz* Finally, a notification pops up on your phone with a text message from a contact name R. You leave it for a few minutes before you respond. He’s still pissed and so are you.

——————————————————————-Walking through the crowd across the beach towards the drink stand, JJ, Pope, John B and Kie are all by your side. You love these kind of parties, especially when your best friends are there with you. You all normally get off your head and end up in the sea. This night should be no different. You needed it after the week you’ve had.

“Nah, Toppers face was too good. He was so pissed” JJ laughs as he talks.

“He won’t let that go J, he’s gonna try make your life hell” you respond and Kie agrees with you. She thinks he’s been irresponsible at the moment and she’s not happy with him. You’ve been in the middle of it all, trying not to side with anyone but you can’t help but find JJs antics funny.

“He can try his best but no one can take me down!!” JJ wraps his arm around your neck while laughing and you shove him playfully when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. A text saying “Where you at? Meet me behind the tree next to the bins” from Rafe. He’s so romantic, you think to yourself sarcastically.

“Guys I’m just going for a piss, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” you state as you make your way away from the group. They all respond with alrights and okays and you walk towards where Rafe wanted to meet you. Looking around, making sure no one sees where you go.

You get to where Rafe wanted to meet you and you can’t see him anywhere. He’s played you, you think. You’ll wait for a few minutes and if he doesn’t come, you’ll leave. With the drink in your hand, you start sipping it nervously, tapping your foot to the distant music. All of a sudden hands wrap around your eyes from behind you and you drop your drink across the ground, trying to get out of the grip.

“What the fuck!?” you panic and flip around until you realise who it is.

Rafe. Of course it is…

“Woah calm down. It’s only me.” he smirks. He goes in to kiss you but you move your face so he misses your lips and his lips land on your cheek.

“Don’t do that shit Rafe. You freaked me out. And now you owe me a drink” You roll your eyes and he laughs.

“Oh Im sorry Av. You know i’ll make it up to you.” He draws in closer and grabs ur hips and you let him. His touch was missed after days without it. You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I missed you.” He kisses you, and you let him. “You forgive me?” He kisses you again. He’s being so needy and soppy and you think it’s because he’s high. And he’s very high, you can tell.

“Sure. Just don’t be rude about my friends again, alright?” you go into kiss him and when he goes to meet you with his lips, you pull back, playing him about. He grips your hips tighter and pulls you in. You love stringing him along. He would do anything you told him to in this moment.

Kissing you again, he holds the kiss longer. You deepen the kiss and he slightly moans into it. One of his hands makes its way to the side of your face, holding you tight. He has this insane effect on you. It’s like you can’t shake him, no matter what you do.

Rafe backs you up into the tree and presses himself into you. You can feel him through his jeans and it makes you tug at his hair. You shouldn’t be doing this right now. You should be at the party with your friends. And if they found out, they would never forgive you. The risk of everyone finding out about your ‘relationship’ makes it more appealing to you.

As he’s tugging at your shorts, trying to unbuckle your belt, you have time to come to your senses. “We can’t. Not right now.” You push him off you gently. Your whole body wants and needs him right now but you can’t let him get off easy. He looks at you with wide eyes and swollen lips and it almost makes you cave but No, you will stick to your word.

“Seriously? You’re joking right?” he steps towards you again, “I need you baby, Please. You look so hot right now.” He goes to kiss you again and you accept it but stop it when he tries to deepen it.

“Nope. I need my jumper. That’s what i came here for.” your arms are wrapped around his neck and the space between his eyebrows has a small dent in it. Like he’s frowning. “Where is it?”

He points behind him towards the ground, and makes his way over to it to pick it up. As you go to reach for it in his hands, he moves it, smirking. His pupils are massive right now; whether that’s the coke or you, you don’t know.

“How bad do you want it Ava?” you cross your arms as he’s smiling to himself. God he makes you angry. “Come on, try get it.. I bet you can’t. He keeps moving it every time you try to grab it.

“Fuck off Rafe, just give it to me. Everyone is waiting for me and they are gonna start worrying.” you tell him. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

“Trust me, no one has even noticed you’ve been gone long. Everyone’s fucked up right now. You’re the least of their worries.” He wraps the jumper around his neck now and you just stand there with your arms crossed again. “I’m gonna hold onto this for now. I’ll give it to you another time.” He’s still smirking but it’s a different kind of smirk.

“Okay whatever, asshole. I thought you wanted to make it up to me after being a dick? Instead you continue being a dick.” You roll your eyes, having enough of his bullshit. You start to walk away and he follows behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck as you walk. You feel him lean into your side “How does it feel to not get what you want?” he whispers as he takes his arm back and walks towards his friends. What an ass, you think to yourself before spotting JJ with Kie on his back as he’s jumping up and down. You’re horny and annoyed. but that’s lowkey your fault, you think.

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You’re feeling very drunk AND high right now. Your body feels like it’s swaying back and fourth as you listen to Kie next to you. She’s talking to some random guy about plastic in the ocean. The guy is looking at the fire that a lot of you are sat around. He doesn’t look like he’s listening but Kie doesn’t care.

“Right Ava, You know what I mean?” Kie says and faces you. You nod and smile at her and then at the boy who has decided to get up and leave. “I think i got through to him. He was cute. I can’t remember his name though…” Kie laughs to herself and you join in. JJ and Pope are dancing around the fire and John B is god knows where. Probably talking to some girl.

Looking around to see where John B is, your eyes spot Rafe. His arm is wrapped around a girl and he’s laughing. Topper, Kelce and Sarah are surrounding them, laughing too. Your eyes seem to stay fixed on Rafe and this girl who you know is named Bella. Of course it’s fucking bella, you think. Bella , the girl who fucked you over so many times. And Rafe knew this. As you think this, his eyes catch yours and one side of his lip slightly raises into a smirk. All because you didn’t let him fuck you behind the goddamn tree. You then notice she’s wearing YOUR jumper. “Fuck you.” you mouth towards him and he wraps himself tighter around her, grabbing her face and kissing her. His eyes on you the whole time, not breaking contact.

You go to stand when Kie bumps you with her shoulder, “Hey, you good Av? You seem pissed.” Laughing it off, you reply “Shit, yeah, I’m all good. Sorry i’m pretty fucked right now..” JJ cuts in “I think WEEE are all fucked right now.” He dances towards you and Kie. You laugh at his niche comment and you stand to dance with him, pulling Kie up with you. You look towards Rafe again, and he is still looking at you. You join Pope who’s dancing with some other girls and boys. Who fucking cares about those fucking cunts, you think as you dance; referring to Rafe and Bella.

You hear John B shout and all of a sudden he joins the dancing. He puts his arms around you and another girl called Shayla. Putting the vape in his mouth, he moves towards Shayla, indicating he wants to blow it into her mouth. She nods and brings his face closer and the smoke goes from one to the other. They start making out beside you.

“Kelce is not gonna be happy with Johnny over here.” JJ whispers to you and you laugh. Everyone is still dancing. It feels like you’re in a fever dream right now and with your high hitting even more, you want to make a bad decision.

Tom Browne is friends with Rafe and he’s stood in-front of you, dancing and looking at you. Two can play that game, you think to yourself before heading towards him. He smiles at you and you respond by putting your hands around his neck. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Ew ew ew. You go along with it and lift your face slightly but instead of looking at Tom, you look over his shoulder at Rafe, who is staring straight at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips tilted slightly down. He looks pissed. As you make eye contact with him, in your peripheral , you spot Kelce and Topper heading straight towards the group your in.

Shit…

Tom goes in to kiss you but you turn around and look at JJ and Kie, trying to get them to notice Kelce and Topper. When you get Kie to notice, she goes to drag John B away but it’s too late.

“What the fuck, man? Fuck you!” Kelce shoves John B who holds his hands up smiling. JJ then gets involved shoving Kelce back. Men are such children, you think. “Kissing is a two way street, my dude.” JJ laughs, “And johnny boy over here was only one side of it.”

At this point, all of Topper and Kelce’s friends had come over to see what was going on, including Rafe who kept flicking his eyes between you and the commotion.

Tom had moved by Kelces side at this point and you were now next to Kie. Your body feels like it’s floating and time is jumping, because all of a sudden Kelce is on top of John B, punching him in the face while JJ is trying to grab him off. Topper then gets involved by shoving JJ to the floor.

“Get off of them!?” Kie shouts beside you, moving towards it, dragging you with her. You both try to get them off.

As you try to get Topper off JJ, he swings round and hits you straight in the nose in the heat of the moment.

“Fucking shit.” You step back, grabbing your nose. Everyone gasps. Blood is soaking through you hands. This is so embarrassing, you think as your eyes dart around seeing peoples faces. Rafe is moving towards you and you can’t help but let him help when he comes over. He looks at you and his eyes go soft, he grabs your hands to move them and examines the damage, “Keep your hands on your nose, i’ll sort it.” Rafe says to you before turning.

“What the fuck, Topper!?!” He grabs him and chucks him to the ground. “Sort your fucking shit out, you fucking idiot!?” Rafe looks COKED up and very angry. Kelce is now stood up. JJ and John B are getting helped up by some people, including Kie. And they make their way towards you.

Rafe has now grabbed Topper by the shirt and won’t let go. Sarah tries to get him off but his eyes are locked in on Topper. “Come on, man, we were just messing around. Right JJ?” Topper says with sarcasm and an awkward laugh. He’s scared shitless. And your nose is still bleeding. Kie is grabbing tissue for you.

“Oh right, okay. So messing around is punching Ava in the face? You fucking cunt.” Rafe clenches his fists tighter around Toppers collar. “Hey, Hey, i didn’t know i did that,” Topper looks at you and smiles, “I’m so Sorry Ava, I don’t usually punch sluts in the face.”

The gun you and your friends found earlier that day is in your bag which is resting on the side of your hip. You didn’t trust JJ with it so everyone decided that you take it instead. You know you shouldn’t carry around a gun but you forgot to take it out but Oh well.

Before anyone has the time to process what Topper said, Rafe punches him straight in the face and Topper immediately falls to the ground. His nose is immediately bleeding. You walk towards Rafe and Topper, pulling the gun out your bag. You crouch down beside Topper as Rafe stands beside you. You put the gun to his temple, hoping he feels the cold against his skin.

“What did you just fucking say?” You ask quietly. Topper mumbles his words. Everyone around you is still. Some of the kooks though are heading quickly in the other direction, trying not to get caught in the action. Kie, JJ, Pope and John B are behind you, in shock. Kie is saying something but you can’t hear it. You’re too focused on the gun that’s touching Toppers temple.

“i-i didn’t me- mean it. Av- Ava i’m sorry. Just put the gu- gun down, alright?” the gun is moving slightly from Toppers shaking. You can feel Rafe move closer to you. “If you ever say shit like that to me again Topper, i’ll pull the trigger next time.” You take the gun away and stand up. Rafe pulls you back into him. Kie, JJ, Pope and John B make their ways towards you saying “What the fuck, Ava!?” and “No one was supposed to know we had that!?”

You turn to rafe who’s smirking slightly. He has a dangerous look in his eyes. He bends down to whisper in your ear. “Atta’girl.” before he walks away.

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ALRIGHT DONE END OF STORY. if u want more let me know even though this was a load of shit. i was bored but now reading it back i’m cringing. oh well. don’t be too mean about it (i know it was cliche and cringe but isn’t that the whole point)

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wumblewee · 7 months ago

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everything i love combined together. PERFECTION

chrysanthemums

drew starkey x reader zombie apocalypse au

— “you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

content: zombie apocalypse, death, violence, guns, lowkey actor!drew x camp counselor!reader in an apocalypse, drew saving reader & reader being stubborn asfuck i fear

authors note: me after rewatching twd asf LMAO im on s6. if u wanna be added to the tag list for this upcoming series, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !!

drew steps into the house, its rotting frame creaking under his weight. the walls sag like old men, peeling wallpaper revealing layers of neglect beneath, as if countless lives have been lived and lost within these confines.

he shuts the door behind him, careful not to lock it; the last thing he needs is to be trapped in here if things go south.

his heart pounds in his chest as he takes another step forward, his eyes scanning the dark corners of the room, wide and alert. he grips his baseball bat tightly, knuckles turning white against the wood.

the floorboards groan underfoot, each creak sounding like a warning, and he winces at the noise. if there’s a stiff inside this house, it’ll hear him for sure. every instinct screams at him to turn back, but he forces himself to move deeper inside, driven by a desperate hope that maybe—just maybe—he’ll find something useful.

he drops the bat to one hand, using the other to push open the door to the nearest room. the stench hits him like a wall, forcing him to pull his mask up over his nose, just below his eyes, and he glances around.

he rummages through the debris, sifting through old clothes and broken furniture. there’s nothing here but memories, and he wipes his hands on his pants in frustration.

he turns to leave, swinging the door back open, but he’s met with the cold steel of a gun pressed to the side of his cheek.

“don’t . . move,” a voice commands, low and steady. he freezes, heart racing, eyes darting to the figure standing before him. and you’re the one there, gun raised. it isn’t anything fancy, just a glock 19 you scavenged from a body at an overrun gas station weeks ago.

your finger rests near the trigger, tense and ready.

you size him up, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. drew can feel the heat radiating off your body, but once you see that he’s just some random guy, you lower the gun, stepping back slightly. “jesus christ,” you mutter.

he watches you, the gun hangs loosely at your side now, but he can see the edge of caution still lingering in your posture. your eyes are wary, scanning him for signs of threat, and he takes a slow step back, raising his hands slightly in a gesture of peace.

he can see the shadows under your eyes, the blood on your skin and clothes.

“i thought you were one of ‘em,” you say as you regain your composure. you reach down and grab the bag of cans you’d found just moments ago. the metal clinks softly as you pull it off the floor.

you don’t want to linger any longer. the silence stretches, and you know you need to keep moving, find your next shelter, your next meal. you turn sharply on your heel, ready to head out the door, but the moment you step toward the kitchen, you hear him behind you.

“hey— no, wait!” drew’s voice cuts through the silence, and he steps forward, but you quickly glance back over your shoulder, every instinct telling you to keep your distance. “one’f who?”

he quickly pulled his mask down from his face, revealing his expression—breathless and earnest, like he’s just realized how much he needs you in this hellish world.

“nobody,” you reply, your voice sharper than intended. your eyes narrow at him. he places his bat on the ground beneath him, then raises his bare hands slightly as if to show you he means no harm, that he’s unarmed, but you can’t shake the feeling that this could all turn sideways in an instant.

“look,” he says, his voice casual yet urgent, “we should— we should stick together. it’s safer that way, right?”

you don’t falter, “not happening.” you start moving again, but he quickly intercepts you, stepping toward your path.

“c’mon,” he presses, “you can’t be out here alone. it's a death sentence. we have a better chance if we watch each other’s backs. there are worse things out there than me.” his eyes scan the room, then dart back to you, a flicker of desperation beneath the charm.

you squint at him, trying to gauge if he’s being genuine or if it’s some trick to win your trust. “and how do i know you’re not one of those worse things?” you retort, standing back on one of your legs. your mind races with the memories of the past year—trust has gotten you burned more times than you can count.

“because . . . i’m not a monster,” he replies, dropping the friendly act. “i’m just tryin’ to survive. there’s safety in numbers.” he pauses, seemingly aware of your silence. “i’m drew, by the way,” he adds, but you don’t respond with your name, keeping that information to yourself as a protective measure.

you look him over, “i don’t need a partner,” you insist, the words feeling more like a defense than a conviction.

“maybe not,” he concedes, his voice softening, and he follows you into the small kitchen, “but you don’t have to do this alone. just . . . think about it. we could cover more ground, find better supplies.”

you shake your head. “i’ve done fine on my own,” you argue. drew’s gaze is steady, not giving up on you, and it annoys you more than it should. you take a step back, glancing toward the door.

“look, we could—”

“no,” you cut him off sharply, your patience thinning. “you don’t know me, and i don’t need deadweight slowing me down.”

he opens his mouth, likely to say something else, but you turn abruptly, stepping outside into the dim light of the fading day. as you walk toward your car, a small hatchback parked in the driveway, you can feel his presence behind you, like a shadow you can’t shake off.

“where are you going?” he calls, his voice trailing after you.

“my car,” you reply curtly, not bothering to look back. your mind races with the possibility of getting out of here, of leaving him behind. but then a small voice in the back of your head—one that you’ve trained yourself to ignore—reminds you that you can’t keep running forever. maybe it would be easier to team up, to have someone who knows how to navigate this decaying city.

“do you even have gas?” he asks, quickening his pace to catch up with you, his footsteps crunching on the gravel. “we should check—”

“i know my car,” you snap, opening the door and peering inside. a few old cans roll around on the floor, remnants of a past scavenging trip. it’s not much, but it’s yours. “i can handle myself.”

“i believe you,” he says. “but gas is running low everywhere. i could help with that, you know. if you let me.” he leans against the car, his baseball bat resting against his thigh. you can’t help but glance at it, reading his mannerisms.

no.

you slip into your car. your heart races as you grip the steering wheel, torn between the urge to drive away and the nagging feeling that you’re leaving someone behind. glancing in the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of drew as he watches you leave.

there’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but you shake it off, convincing yourself that he’ll manage. he’s resourceful, right? he’ll find a way to survive, just like he’s been this whole time anyway.

the engine hums to life, and you pull away, the tires crunching against the gravel. the sun dips lower in the sky, and you remind yourself that you can’t afford to be weak—not now, not in this world.

as you drive, the evening air grows cooler. it’s getting dark. then, ahead, you spot movement. a dog is darting between a cluster of empties and a man, barking wildly. your instincts kick in, and you slow down, eyes narrowing as you assess the situation.

the man chasing the dog doesn’t look like its owner. there’s a wildness in his eyes, a desperate edge to his movements, and the knife glinting in his hand sends a chill down your spine. this isn’t a rescue mission; it’s a hunt.

you stop the car just in time, your heart pounding in your ears as the empties turn their heads, slow and shambling, drawn to the sound of your engine. you curse under your breath, the instinct to protect the dog outweighing your better judgment. you can’t let them hurt it, and you can’t let the dog end up being that man’s dinner.

grabbing the machete from the passenger seat, you open the door and step out into the fading light. the dog continues to bark, but you move swiftly, cutting through the first two like butter, the blade slicing into their skulls. blood and decay spray against your skin, but you push the discomfort aside.

the dog’s barking intensifies, and you leap into action, striking down another empty. you feel the rush of your heart as you move, each swing of the machete is quick and precise, but the smell of rot fills the air, overpowering and sickening, making it hard to concentrate.

but you can’t stop now. you push forward, cutting through the ranks of the undead, clearing a path toward the man and the dog. you’re almost there when he notices you, eyes narrowing in irritation. he shifts his weight, ready for a fight.

he lunges toward you, and you barely dodge his first strike, the blade missing you by inches. you sidestep, retaliating with a swing of your machete. he blocks you, and you can feel your heart racing as you circle him, trying to find an opening.

he charges again, and you duck as his knife whips past your ear. you retaliate with a slash of the machete, catching him across the arm. he hisses in pain, dropping his knife, but he doesn’t back down, lunging forward with renewed fury.

you back away, but the ground shifts beneath you. you stumble, catching yourself just before you lose your balance, but he’s on you, driving you back toward the treeline. you slam your foot down, pushing against him, but he pushes harder, and you feel yourself going down.

you grapple, fists flying as you wrestle for control of your machete. his grip tightens around your wrist, and for a moment, panic surges within you. you can’t let him win—not now, not like this. with a sudden burst of strength, you twist your body, throwing your weight against him, and finally, finally, you manage to free your machete.

without hesitation, you drive it into his neck, feeling the sickening squelch of flesh giving way. he gasps, surprise flooding his features as you twist the blade, but before you can pull the weapon free, he collapses, taking you with him as you tumble down a hidden slope you hadn’t noticed, “shit!”

the world spins around you as you roll, slamming against the ground hard enough to rattle your bones. pain erupts in your head as you hit a rock. the last thing you see before darkness creeps in is the dog barking at the top of the hill, confused and agitated.

then everything fades away into silence.

you wake slowly, vision blurring as you try to make sense of the world around you. a dull ache pulses through your skull, and your body feels heavy, weak. blinking, you try to take in your surroundings.

a small fire crackles in front of you, the orange flames licking at the night air. it’s dark, and the sky above is blanketed in stars. confusion prickles at your mind—where are you?

you shift, but your head throbs with a vengeance, and your muscles feel like lead. beneath you, something hard gives slightly under the pressure: a backpack wrapped in a jacket to act like a pillow, just something to lay on. you hadn’t even registered it was there until now. as you move, the material rustles, and a small twitch of pain shoots through your neck.

god, your head hurts.

blinking again, you force your vision to focus. in your peripherals, you spot the dog from before. it’s lying nearby, tail flicking with calm awareness. oh—right. the dog. you were protecting it before everything went sideways, before that asshole with the knife and the tumble down the hill.

the hill.

the guy died.

he’s an empty.

panic grips you, and you spring up, or at least try to like the empty will attack you at any moment—your limbs are weak. your hands automatically search for your machete. first, your boot. nothing. then, the sheath that’s supposed to be strapped to your calf. but it isn’t there either.

panic claws at your chest, making it hard to breathe. your leg is wrapped in a makeshift bandage, clean but light, and you can’t feel a thing from it. what the hell happened?

your breath quickens, a desperate, uneven rhythm as you struggle to find your weapon around you, your fingers scrabbling at dirt and a few wood chips. where is it?

that’s when you hear him. “relax,” the voice says, dry. “you’re not exactly in fighting shape, anyway.”

your eyes snap to drew. he’s sitting a couple feet away, leaning against the base of a tree. there’s a bar clamped between his teeth, and he’s tearing off a piece with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. he chews, watching you with that same exasperated look he wore back when you left him on the road.

the day hasn’t been kind to him, either; his face is lined with fatigue, and his clothes are more scuffed and dirty than before. the granola bar he’s eating must’ve come from some recent scavenging effort, something you don’t remember finding yourself. at least he hasn’t gone through your supplies—or maybe he has. you wouldn’t know.

you glance around the makeshift camp. your hatchback sits a tree or two away, its dirty, beat-up exterior looking just as you’d left it. a tiny sense of relief washes over you, though you’re still on edge.

the dog from earlier trots up to you, sniffing your leg before nuzzling your head. you watch it, feeling a rare warmth unfurl in your chest. it’s safe. you’d saved it. no more running, at least for now.

drew’s still sitting there, silent as he chews, gaze unfocused and distant, watching the dark woods. he hardly notices you looking at him until he turns slightly, catches your eye, and acts. biting down on the bar to hold it in place, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another granola bar.

without a word, he tosses it over. it lands in front of you, and you stare at it, your lips pressing into a thin line. drew mutters something under his breath. “not much, but it’s what i could find this morning. for both of us.”

you don’t move. you’re too stubborn to accept his food or the silent offer of care. your hand flexes against the dirt, trying to push yourself to your feet. drew sees you trying to stand and quickly drops his bar, scrambling into a crouch. he moves forward with practiced precision, catching your wrists just as you’re about to collapse again. he holds your arms gently but firmly, pinning you back against the makeshift pillow.

“fuck—!” you yelp, frustration breaking free. rage sparks in your eyes, and you glare up at him, teeth clenched, breath coming in shallow gasps. drew is hunched over you, worry creasing his forehead, his gaze scanning your face and hair for any signs of new injuries or, god forbid, crawling insects.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you spit out.

“what’s wrong with me?” he echoes, voice even but laced with exhaustion. “what the hell is wrong with you? you nearly killed yourself trying to play hero. maybe let someone help you for once.”

he lingers there, doesn’t pull back, still making sure you’re not about to hurt yourself—or him.

you grow quiet again, the fight draining from your body as drew watches you closely, his shoulders tense, but when it becomes clear you aren’t about to launch another desperate attempt to stand, he releases his grip on your arms and leans back. he picks up the granola bar you rejected, his movements resigned.

you sit up, slower this time, shooting him a glare as your hand moves cautiously to your leg. your fingertips brush the bandage. it’s secure but not overly tight. you feel the slightest prickle of guilt mixed with irritation as you look back at him.

drew meets your gaze, his jaw set. “when you fell,” he begins, voice low as he swallows, looking down at his granola bar, “you scraped your leg. nothin’ that’s gonna kill you, but it was bad enough to need wrapping. infection out here is just a different way to die. we can’t afford that.”

you catch the way he says ‘we,’ and your brow furrows. “we?” you echo, your voice colder than you mean it to be.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, we. as in, both of us. like it or not, we’re out here together now. you got hurt trying to save that dog, and—hell, i know you think you don’t need anyone, but . . .” he pauses, choosing his words carefully. “i couldn’t just leave you there. especially when that stiff was gonna come back to life while you were out.”

your eyes narrow, “i didn’t ask for you to find me. or to save me,” you snap, bitterness lacing your voice. the implication hangs in the air: you’d rather be on your own, even injured and vulnerable, than owe anything to him.

drew’s mouth twists. “yeah, well, maybe you didn’t. but i found you anyway, and that’s where we’re at. it’s not just about what either of us wants anymore; it’s about surviving. and as much as it annoys you, we have a better shot together than apart.”

you grit your teeth and your mind fights the idea, refusing to accept that this stranger—this person who insists on sticking around—might be right.

he studies you for a long moment, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “you gonna tell me your name?” he asks, breaking the silence, his voice softer than before. for him, it’s been a full day since he first introduced himself, and yet he’s still left in the dark about who you are.

you clench your jaw, your lips pressing into a thin line as you consider staying quiet again.

his gaze is steady. “you think i’m a liability?” he asks you.

“i know you are,” you reply, tilting your head. “and if you keep bothering me, i might just throw you to the empties myself.” it comes out half-jokingly, but it’s a warning that carries weight—an unspoken understanding that you will do what it takes to protect yourself.

“empties—yikes. and that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he replies, a lopsided smile breaking through his frustration.

“harsh is surviving another day in here,” you say. “i can handle myself, thank you very much. if you can’t keep up, then you’ll find yourself with the rest of them.” you nod around you, not an actual direction, indicating the danger that lurks just beyond the trees you can see from there.

he shifts his weight, contemplating your words. “i’m not asking you to babysit me. i can keep up,” he insists. “i just think we could help each other. you might be able to throw me to the stiffs, but what happens when there’s more than just one? or when you run out of supplies?”

“i’ll take my chances,” you respond. “i’ve gotten this far on my own. it’s worked for me.”

he sighs, clearly exasperated but not willing to give up. “you’re stubborn,” he states, but he can’t help but admit that he admires it about you. “but that won’t get you everywhere. sometimes you need to lean on someone else.”

you shake your head. “i said no. if you keep pushing, i swear—”

“you’ll throw me to the stiffs, yeah, i get it,” he interrupts, a wry smile playing on his lips. “but let me just say, it’s a hell of a lot easier when you’re not facing down a horde alone.”

you hesitate, contemplating his words. trust doesn’t come easy, not when you’ve seen what people are capable of when pushed to their limits, even though you can go for a companion out here.

“you don’t even know where to look for supplies,” you say, trying to sound tougher than you feel. you can almost hear your heart thudding in your chest, “i’ve been doing this for months. i can find what i need.”

“you act like you’re the only person in this universe who’s been practically living in a cemetery this last year! it’s getting harder out here,” he replies, his eyes serious now. “you’ll wish you had someone watching your back. you probably already have.”

you push your hands into your pockets, feeling the rough edges of the cans you collected earlier. the truth is, the thought of partnering up is enticing, but the fear of betrayal hangs heavy in the air.

you let out a reluctant breath, muttering, “y/n.”

he doesn’t miss the way you almost bite down on the name, as if even giving that small piece of yourself away is a battle. but drew’s expression softens, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. it’s not a grin of triumph but rather a look of someone who knows that even the smallest steps matter.

“y/n,” he repeats, testing the sound, as if committing it to memory. “nice to meet you, officially.”

he shifts slightly, his eyes searching yours. “look, just think about it. we’re stronger together. and if it helps, i promise i won’t let you down.”

you hesitate, glancing back at him. there’s a flicker of something—a potential alliance, perhaps—but the instinct to protect yourself runs deeper than any desire for companionship. finally, you turn your back on him, determined to get to your car.

“fine,” you say, voice steady but laced with reluctance. “but if you try anything—”

“you’ll be the first to know,” he cuts in quickly, a ghost of a smile appearing as the tension between you both shifts, just a fraction, toward something resembling partnership.

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