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[avrildelrey]

Okay hear me out. George Clarke x reader and she’s had a long day and is knackered but George is streaming late so she ends up falling asleep on the sofa and when he’s finally finished stream he sees her and carries her to bed and I have no idea what happens next so u have full control, anyways hope u enjoy the suggestion obvs u can do what u want with it lmao.

thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy xx

~Sleepy~

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You stumble into yours and George's shared flat, feeling beyond knackered from your long day of work. Bags cutting into your arms as you had the bright idea of doing a food shop on the way home. You drop your keys into the dish before calling out his name, not getting a response.

Hmm, you think to yourself. He's either dead or streaming, you really hoped it was the second option. You pad over to his office, hearing his muffled voice through the door, slowly opening it to see him sat at his desk talking and laughing. He notices movement out of the corner of his eye, subtly moving the camera so that you're out of frame.

You make your way over to him as he mutes his mic and turns to smile up at you from his seated position.

"You alright love." He says to you softly, rubbing his large warm hands up and down your arms.

You place your much smaller hands on his shoulders, the chat going crazy at the sight with that being the only thing they can see. You were glad your face wasn't in it, feeling ugly after a long 10 hour shift and you weren't sure that this was the best time for you to do a face reveal. George thought that you looked beyond beautiful, but you always did. He was sure the chat would flood the comments with how gorgeous you were but he also liked the fact that you were his little secret, not having to share you with anyone else. Of course fans have recognised George when you've been out together, but so far they've all been beyond respectful of the fact that you don't share your face online. Not that they understood why because they were all convinced you were a model or something, expecting nothing less from the type of woman George would be with.

"Mhm." You reply, too tired to say anything else.

"Long day?" He asks.

You lean your head against his shoulder, making sure your hair was covering the side of your face, as that was the most his viewers have ever seen of you.

"M'so tired." You mumble.

He brings his hand up, gently weaving his hands in your hair.

"I left some food for you to heat up in the microwave." He tells you.

"Ugh, you're a god send." You say, moving your face away from him, standing up straight.

"I know I am." He quips, briefly turning around to double check you can't be seen on stream. "Go eat and get your sleepy self to bed, I promise I won't be much longer."

"M'kay." You quickly sponge a kiss to his cheek, before making your way to the door.

"But Y/N, I swear to god don't wait up for me. You need to sleep." George says seriously, before you make it out the room.

You turn back around to face him, flashing him a cheeky looking smile, "yes boss."

He laughs at your response, going back to his stream, whilst you heat up the dinner he made for you.

You take the bowl of your pasta (George having made your favourite) over to the living room and flop onto the sofa.

Even though George told you not to wait up for him, of course you were going to— you always did. Except this time, an episode and a half deep into your Love Island catch up, you fall asleep.

George finishes up his stream not long after, hearing the sound of the tv in the distance. Typical, he thought, feeling bad that once again you waited for him no matter how many times he told you not to.

He rounds the corner to find you with your eyes shut, breathing softly. He smiles to himself at how peaceful you look, glad the stressed look on your face from earlier was no longer present.

He gently scoops you up into his arms, stirring you awake.

"George?" You whisper confused.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I've got you." He shushes softly.

You shut your eyes and cuddle into his chest, George holding you tightly and being careful with the way he walked so you wouldn't bounce around too much, not wanting to disturb you anymore than he had.

He lays you gently down on your side of the bed, helping you get in before tucking the duvet around you. Luckily, you changed and brushed your teeth after dinner. However you hadn't taken your makeup off, not being bothered to in the moment.

George notices this and goes over to your mid century dressing table (the type of furniture you insisted your flat must be filled with and of course George complied), reaching for what he assumes is the right thing before grabbing some cotton pads, eventually coming to sit next to you.

He very delicately wipes the pad over your face, taking note of the product coming off, your freckles that he loved so much coming into view. He couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh when he smudged mascara all over your face.

"Quit being so gentle. I can't wake up with fuckin' racoon eyes. I've got an important meeting early tomorrow." You mumble.

"Don't wanna hurt you." He responds.

Despite your tired state, you pull an arm out from under the covers and place your hand over his, guiding him to rub at your face harder to ensure all the makeup is gone.

"Done?" You question.

He nods, "s'all gone."

You hum once he starts to rub his warm hands along your face, cupping your jaw and running the pads of his thumbs on the delicate skin under your eyes.

"Beautiful." He comments mainly to himself.

Your cheeks flush red at his genuine compliment.

He leans down and kisses your lips, "bed time."

You roll over so that you're facing his side of the bed, anticipating for when he crawls in so you can curl up next to him and fall into a peaceful sleep, the way you did every night. You never used to sleep very well, not until you started to share a bed with George.

He strips off down to his boxers and you suddenly start to feel a little bit more lively.

You ogle his large, toned body before calling out, "hot damn, you have a girlfriend?"

He lets out a loud laugh, "yeah I do. Sorry."

He lifts up the duvet cover before sliding in next to you.

"Ugh, what a shame. What's she like?" You respond.

"Well, she's the sleepiest person I've ever met." He says, staring deep into your eyes.

"That's not true!" You exclaim before letting out a yawn.

He chuckles at you, reaching out and pulling you into his body, caging you in his arms.

"And the biggest blanket hogger I've ever met." He adds.

"Piss off." You murmur, snuggling into his warm chest, yawning once again.

George turns away from you for a second, reaching back and awkwardly fumbling with the bedside lamp before turning it off.

"Go to sleep, darlin'" He wishes, sponging a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my hot, sexy, buff boyfriend. Don't let the bed bugs bite." You tease with your eyes shut.

"Good night, my stunningly gorgeous, sexy, funny girlfriend."

"Don't forget humble." Was the last thing you responded with before falling into a deep, restful slumber.

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hope you all love! this for some reason it's one of my favourites I've written. I just love quiet domestic moments like this lmk if u do too and would want to see more (perhaps some for AB is needed as well)

until next time xx

[avrildelrey]

OMG I literally LOVED the graduation fic!!! Cannot wait to see what else you come out with 🤩🕺🏼

I really hope this does not come across the wrong way (as that is not my intention at all!) but do you think you’ll continue referring to him as AB in your fics? Or do you think you’ll start calling him Alfie?!

I just love the concept of everyone else calling him AB and only those closest to him referring to him as Alfie 🥺

i’m soo glad u loved it!! and yes i keep meaning to refer to him as alfie cause i agree with u but i just go into autopilot and type out ab and then when i go to edit the grammar and misspellings i cba to change it 🤣 but thank u for reminding to start doing it!! xx

[avrildelrey]

lovedd back to you!!! more AB pls 😍🫶🫶

thank youuuuu very glad u loved!!!! don't worry I'm cooking things up for you all (huge thank u to the anons who give me so much inspo with requests!!) xx

[avrildelrey]

To the anon who requested the graduation fic with Alfie THANKYOU! As I was actually looking for something like that to read as I have just graduated myself! YOU ARE AN ICON AND I HOPW YOUR PILLOW IS COLD ON BOTHS SIDES!!

AND THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT! I LOVED IT 🩷

yayyyy!! i’m so so pleased u liked it! and a huge congratulations for graduating 😘😘

[avrildelrey]

Just an idea! So an Alfie buttle x reader cause tumblrs severely lacking in AB content, but maybe she’s achieved something special like graduating uni and Alfie’s in the crowd cheering being a very proud bf and then they go on a night out to celebrate and both get absolutely smashed (mostly fluff). Just a thought, feel free to tweak it!

here it is! thank you for your request, I hope you like it xx

~Graduation~

a/n: I have not graduated uni so sorry if its super inaccurate

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"My girls about to become Dr Buttle." AB says as he comes over and stands next to you after getting out of the car.

"One, this is a bachelor degree. Two we're not married." You deadpan, looking up at his tall figure. You couldn't get over how good he looked in a suit. It warmed your heart, that not only he decided to dress up but that he also came all the way to watch. In fact, his whole family had come along too.

"Can't a man fantasise?" He jokes.

"Keep your fantasies to yourself, this is a family event." You slap him lightly before both of your parents turned to look at you, making you realise you may have said that louder than you meant.

"Paws off the suit." He tuts, rubbing away nonexistence dirt.

You roll your eyes, skipping ahead of him to link arms with your nan, who had also made the journey to watch, despite her old age.

AB admired how beautiful you looked in your graduation dress, he lost his breath this morning when you walked out his room for the first time, giving him a playful spin, looking like a princess. He felt so immensely proud once he watched you put the gown on accompanied by the hat. Obviously he had to poke fun at how silly it looked, but because it's you, you managed to pull it off flawlessly. Which he of course let you know and in typical fashion you brushed him off with a bashful smile on your face.

You all come to a stop once you reached the front of the building, joining the hustle and bustle of all the other graduates and their families. You looked up in wonder at how beautiful and grand the building was, some random memorial hall big enough to host such an event. As sad as you were about this period of your life coming to an end, you were so glad it was over, never having to worry about assignments and deadlines again. Or at least not ones that require a minimum of 10,000 words and days of your life. Your mental state becoming collateral but at least you achieved your 1st. Yes, you did cry once you saw your results, as did your family and AB wasn't far off. And now this was the final hurrah of your uni experience.

AB slung an arm round your shoulder, "nervous?"

"What do I have to be nervous for? S'not like I could eat shit in front of thousands of people or something." You retort.

He let out a chuckle, moving his arm and rubbing your back, "you'll be fine. You'll look sexy as fuck walking across that stage, even if you do eat shit."

"Stop! You could at least try to be encouraging." You whine.

"Don't worry babe, I'll run and catch you before you fall." He answers sarcastically.

"Aw, my knight in shining armour." You joke, turning into him.

What you two didn't know was that both of your families were stood watching you two interact, both sets forgetting how wrapped up in each other you were. Once you started talking everybody else faded out of view, it was simultaneously cute and sickening to watch.

"Alright, love birds." Your dad comes up behind you, "it's time for you to get in there Y/N."

You took a deep breath, trying to expel your nerves, hugging everyone before saying bye.

AB shouted one last thing as you were almost inside, "Break a leg Y/N!"

You blow him a kiss before disappearing inside, blending into the sea of other graduation gowns and caps.

After mingling with your classmates and sitting through everyone else's names being called, it was finally your turn. As you were walking up the steps, all you could focus on was not tripping, your stupor only being broken once you hear a voice you'd recognise anywhere shouting through the hall.

"Woo! Y/N, let's go!" AB screams, uncaring that everyone looked at him. He couldn't believe that he bagged someone as intelligent as you. He was in awe of you every time you'd open your mouth, not only did you seem to know everything about everything but your brain seemed to move at lighting speed, meaning you were the first to make a joke and you never seemed to be without something to say. He's always admired that most about you, wishing he was half the person you were. Not that he'd tell you that, he didn't need your ego to be any bigger, not with his followers bombarding his comments with how great you were, purely based off the brief clips you'd been in.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, finding where him and your family were sat to give them a wave once off the stage.

After what felt like a thousand other names being called, the ceremony was finally over.

You slowly manoeuvred out the hall, squished between hundreds of other students, before reaching the small crowd of people waiting for you.

"Oh, my baby. I'm so proud of you." Your mum pulls you in for a hug, with noticeable tear streaks lining her face.

"Thanks mum." You say, soaking up her warmth.

You make the rounds with everyone else, before coming to stand in front of your very happy looking boyfriend.

"What're you looking so smug for?" You question.

He wraps his arms round your shoulders, drawing you into a hug that smothers you. You slide your hands under his suit jacket, clinging onto his back.

"Well as much as I kno' ya had a good time at uni 'n that, I'm very happy it's over an' that I don't have to share you with this place anymore." He answers.

You laugh, knowing exactly what he means.

He pulls back from you slightly so he can look at your face, "but I'm so proud of ya. Almost started cryin' watching ya cross that stage, could've done with you falling. Saves me lookin' like a little bitch."

"Didn't I tell you I'd turn you into a softie." You say, leaning into kiss him.

He pushes you away in mock offence, "c'mon, ya know I'm anything but soft." He teases.

"Ew. Don't be gross." You reply in disgust.

It was his turn to try and kiss you. You run away, causing him to chase you. It didn't take him long until he had you caged in his arms, placing wet kisses on your face.

"Get off! We're in public, you freak." You exclaim.

He went to say something before your mum interrupted, "You two, quit messing about and come get some nice pictures." She scolds.

You look at her sheepishly, feeling like a naughty school kid, side eyeing AB, finding a similar expression on his face, before trailing after her to where she wants you to take pictures.

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Many photos and a family meal later, it was finally just you and AB.

"Finally, we've shrugged those bores off.'" He jokes.

You look at him in disbelief from across the car, an uber taking you to the club to so called 'celebrate properly' as AB put it.

"You don't see them coming to the club with us, do ya?" He questions.

"Sure they wouldn’t have ruined your street cred?" You retort.

"No, but you will if you say that to me ever again." He grimaces.

"Street cred, street cred, street cred." You were about to carry on but AB shoots his arm out and places his hand over your mouth.

Naturally you stick your tongue out and lick his palm, causing him to flinch, retracting his hand and shooting you a disgusted look. You laugh at his expression, reaching to grab the same hand you just licked, instead this time placing a gentle kiss on his palm. You look over at him, noticing how his eyes have now turned into gooey pots of honey, no traces of distaste left on his features. He brings the hand still enclosed around his and does the same to yours.

The uber comes to a stop outside the club and AB being a true gentlemen gets out first and opens your door for you.

"Your palace awaits m'lady." AB announces, putting on an accent and points to the club entrance.

"Why, thank you kind sir." You reply, offering a curtsey.

You both make your way into the club, joining the throngs of other uni graduates, feeling less out of place in your formal attire. AB beelines for the bar, his hand latched onto yours to make sure you didn't get sucked into the crowds without him. Neither of you had properly predrinked as mr money bags aka your boyfriend could afford to buy enough drinks from the club's bar to get smashed. A vastly different experience to every other uni student.

"Tequila?" AB suggests, knowing it made you paralytic.

You nod your head with a large smile gracing your features.

You both take 3 shots each, licking the salt of each other's hands (yes you were that couple) before he bought you both drinks to nurse. You took hold of his hand once again and dragged him straight over to the dance floor-- your favourite place.

You and AB dance the night away, occasionally being joined by all the friends you've made over the years, having drunk heartfelt conversations in the smoking area-- with tears being shed, but never straying too far from AB's warm protective hold. The amount of alcohol in the pair of you meant that you didn't care about being all over each other, a far cry from your usual selves, who at times acted disgusted by each other (all in the name of banter of course). But drunk Alfie turned into the ultimate teddy bear, which is up there with your favourite version of him.

AB only ushered you two into an uber once the lights of the club had come on and the music stopped, in your drunken state you weeped into his shoulder, once strapped into the car, feeling emotional that you were now officially an adult (as in your opinion going to uni means you're a teenager for longer).

"I'm so fuckin' old now." You slur against AB's arm.

He reaches a hand to the back of your head and gently pulls your head up so he can look at you, "I promise ya no one is gonna think your old with snot all over your face." He teases.

You roll your eyes, clumsily reaching down and wiping your face on his jacket sleeve that had now ended up around you.

"Eugh, Y/N. Wha' the fuck." He exclaims.

"You deserved it." You mumble, letting your head roll onto his shoulder, unable to bear the weight of it anymore. "Is everything spinning for you too?" You question him cutely.

"M"yeah, seeing stars 'n shit. Sign of a good fuckin' night girl." He laughs.

"Hell fuckin' yeah." You barely manage to get out before you're passed out on AB's shoulder.

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[avrildelrey]

~Back to You~

The one where you and AB work through things.

⟡ ݁₊ .read part 1 and part 2 here first! ⟡ ݁₊ .

🎶running back to you, you're always gonna be someone I want🎶

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You stared at the grotto through the car door, subtly eyeing the looks the uber driver was giving you through the rearview mirror. It felt like you had been sat in the car for hours, gazing at the building but in reality it only been 30 seconds. You finally exited, feeling the man becoming antsy at your unmoving frame.

You took a deep, shaky breath before knocking on the door, hoping he was actually home. It was nearing 1 am, so you couldn't imagine where else he would be.

AB got in from the party an hour prior, trying not to think about how he had actually given you the cringe-ass letter that he wrote. God if this doesn't work, Chip was never letting him live this down. He was drifting off on the sofa, not having moved to his bed as he couldn't bring himself too. He was waiting for something, what? He wasn't sure. Before he heard a gentle knock at the door. His heart leapt, not out of fear that this could be some random stranger this late at night, but out of hope for the possibility it could be you.

He swings the door open, almost hitting himself in the process, although he had significantly sobered up from earlier on. However, staring at your face now, gave him a rush not even alcohol could produce. In fact, he was sure no drug in the world could compare to this feeling. You actually came. There you were, in all your beautiful glory. Stood there staring up at him like you had done many times before. He didn't think he could get so lucky as to experience this again. But here you were, looking as though you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, which he wasn't fond of. He was certain you had gotten more gorgeous from the last time he saw you, which was a mere 3 hours ago, bare faced and clad in your mismatched pajamas, his favourite version of you.

You felt your heart stop when you stared at AB on the other side of the door, unable to control the anxiety wracking your body, even though you had seen him earlier. It was different. More intense. For the first time since the break up, or even before then, someone was looking at you with stars in their eyes— he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. It was the first time you took notice of the way he looked at you, never having paid attention to it before, perhaps taking it for granted. You never realised you could feel the absence of a person from the lack of glittering eyes constantly pointed in your direction. You made a vow, that from now on you would appreciate the look, the same as you would the actual night sky and all the twinkly stars.

"Hi." He stammered, the breath escaping him.

"Uh, hello." You replied, awkwardly, all the words you had to say leaving your brain, instead being replaced by a pile of mush.

"Come in." AB fumbled with the doorknob, eventually moving out of the way for you to enter.

You eyed his house, not one thing had been changed apart from a few knickknacks had been added here and there. You spotted the sofa, the same one where you called it quits. You shook your head free from the thoughts, not finding any reason to think of that night anymore. You were here now, weren't you? Here to resolve and move past what happened. You needed to— needed him in your life.

"I read your letter." You admitted, turning to face his position at the door.

He paused for a second. He wasn't sure how to react, which didn't make any sense, considering that is the only reason that you would've come to see him. He was scared that you had come to tell him that it didn't matter what he said-- that there was no coming back from it, no way you could get back with him. That he had embarrassed himself for no reason. Put his heart on the line for no reason.

"Oh yeah?" He eventually responded, raising an eyebrow with a subtle smirk, hoping he hadn't fumbled the bag.

You blushed at the way he said it. You forgot how flirty he could be, you were unsure if he was even aware he was doing it half the time.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He gave a quick nod before moving over to the sofa, patting the spot next to him for you to sit.

You gently took a seat but unlike the log earlier, where you both were touching thighs and brushing arms, you left as much room between you both as you could on the tiny sofa.

"Did you write me an essay analysis or somethin'" He joked, giving you a soft, handsome smile.

"M'yeah I did. Grammar could use some work." You tutted.

He chuckled, unsure what to say next, but appreciating you could still joke with him. That was a good sign, right?

"No, I, uh, really appreciated it, appreciated what you said." You said, earnestly.

"Good, I'm glad." He replied, rubbing his hands together and looking deeply into your eyes.

You felt slightly intimated with the way he was sat, legs spread, leant slightly forward, with his face unmoving turned towards you. You were leant against the back of the sofa trying to appear casual and confident, you were anything but that.

"As I'm sure you can imagine I started crying after the second line, cheeky bastard," you started, deciding it was your turn to be completely honest. "I started crying and then I started laughing cause it's you and you got me feeling all these big emotions at the same time and I hate you for it. But god, AB, god do I love you and your attempts at romance. As much as you hurt me, pissed me off, I never stopped loving you, I don't think I ever could."

He went to say something but you cut him off, continuing your spiel.

"Anyway I came here to talk to you, well, I mean, obviously. But like I think I want to give it another go, or like, anything really. But as long as you're in my life and of course acting like I'm an actual person and not part of the fuckin' furniture or something." You said sheepishly.

He let out a laugh, before nodding, "of course I want to be in your life, I wouldn't have written you that if I didn't. I'd do anything to have ya back. Genuinely anything. I love you so much it actually makes me feel a bit ill." He admitted, rubbing his stomach for dramatic affect.

You slapped his arm in response to his dramatics, feeling yourself becoming more comfortable and beyond elated at hearing how much he loved you.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked, proping his left foot up on his right leg, leaning back into the sofa, stretching his arm out along the back of it. Due to the size of him, his arm ended up behind your head. It took all of his resistance not to reach out and starting playing with your hair.

"Well I want to be with you." He made a move towards you but you put your hands up to stop him, "buttt we have to take it slow. I can't just jump right back into things, not after how I was feeling, how you were treating me." You said, standing firm, trying your hardest not to fall into his arms.

I mean you were feeling incredibly tired and he looked so comfy, you knew how comfy he was to cuddle-- how warm he was, but you couldn't allow yourself to fold fully. Not yet at least. Despite how large he looked next to you, how beyond hot he was. Pure sex appeal. God, now you were thinking about how much you wanted to jump his bones.

"I fully get that. We can go however fast or slow you want, s'just please don't say friends. Anything but friends." He replied, slightly distressed.

"Strangers?" You joked.

He gave you a look of warning, one which you laughed softly at.

"No, I'm joking. I say we keep it casual to begin with, you know- what was the word you used? Ah, yes, woo each other again."

He stuck his tongue in his cheek, looking away from you for a second, embarrassed by your teasing before answering you, "casual? Okay, I can do casual, sure."

You nodded in response, staring deep into his eyes, imagining there were probably sparkles in yours too.

"Is it casual of me to ask you to stay the night?" He asked cheekily, but he was being dead serious. He wanted nothing more than for you to join him in his bed, he missed the warmth you brought, the warmth you brought in every aspect of his life, and of course having you pressed against him wouldn't hurt. Well it would actually. He's been sporting a semi ever since the moment he saw you for the first time at the barbecue.

"I mean..." You replied hesitantly.

"I can sleep in the spare room, s'fine. Don't want you catching an uber this late, I mean to be honest there probably aren't any around coming to the village. So that means ya have to stay." He smiled playfully.

"Right, okay." You chuckled, "you really pleaded your case there."

He laughed too. You both felt everything settle back into place, the invisible wall between you both starting to crack and crumble into pieces.

"Bed time?" He questioned after catching you stifling a yawn.

You stood up, moving out the way for him so he could squeeze through the gap between the coffee table and the sofa. He padded over to the kitchen before turning to you.

"D'ya want a drink or anythin', water?" He asked.

You nodded your head, "please." You paused for a second, "if you were a good host, you would've asked as soon as I walked in." You teased.

"Well I weren't expecting any guests at this hour. Ya took me by surprise, my bad." He ribbed, doing his weird American accent you had missed.

He handed you a mug of water, taking notice of how it was your favourite one. You couldn't believe he still had it. He caught you eyeing it, looking away bashfully. Neither of you acknowledged it out loud.

You trailed after him towards his bedroom, he was thankful that it was decently tidy in there.

"Okay, well, good night Y/N." He said, hanging onto the door knob, lingering for a moment.

"Sleep tight, Alfie."

He flashed a smile before shutting the door. You turned off the lights, crawling into his bed, the same side you always used to sleep in.

But sleep didn't come to you as quickly as you thought it would, instead you were left staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the intense smell of him. It was everywhere and you loved it.

You never would've thought getting an invite to a barbecue would ever lead to this, especially as the only reason you came was because you thought he wouldn't be there. Oh how glad you were that he came.

Sleep didn't come to AB either. His whole body humming with electricity because you were currently laid in his bed and he wasn't there with you. He knew he was in for a long night of tossing and turning until the morning came and he could be with you again. He wracked his brain for reasons and excuses to keep you with him all day tomorrow. At the minute, he had nothing, hopefully tomorrow, in the heat of the moment he would blurt something out that made you stay. But right now, he desperately wanted to crawl into bed next to you and cling to you all night, but that wasn't casual. He was sure it was more creepy than anything.

You felt as though you had been laid there for hours before enough was enough. For the second time tonight, you ripped the duvet covers off you and stormed to AB's spare bedroom. You didn't give yourself time to second guess what you were doing or consider the fact he could be asleep. Rather you opened his door and moved to stand in his eye line.

He looked slightly alarmed, "everything okay?" He asked concerned, thinking something had happened.

"No." You replied.

He sat up, feeling slightly frantic at your one word answer.

"Wha' is it?"

"What are we doing?" You questioned.

"Sleeping?" He said dumbly, knowing it would wind you up.

You took a deep breath at him being purposefully difficult, "do you want to come to bed or not?"

"Say less girl." He basically cheered, flying up from his seated position.

He was hot on your heels, breathing down your neck, you turned to look up at him, surprised by how close he was, "no funny business." You pointed a finger at his chest.

"Me? Never." He held his hands up in mock defence, giving you a cheeky grin.

You didn't say anything else, simply crawling into bed, scooting over to your side.

AB didn't leave any time to waste, the second he was laid down he pulled you straight into his chest, barely leaving you any room to breathe.

You couldn't resist, curling into him, bathing in his warmth and listening to his steady heart beat.

"This isn't very casual." You murmured, afraid to speak any louder and break the spell that had cloaked itself around you both.

"Shut up." He responded, pinching your side before rubbing up and down gently.

"We'll start from tomorrow then." You wound him up further.

"Fuck your casual." He huffed.

"AB!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest.

"Respectfully." He opened one eye to peek at you.

You tutted.

He couldn't keep himself from bending down and sponging a kiss to your forehead. You gently closed your eyes at the action, feeling butterflies swarm your stomach.

"Go to sleep." He whispered against your hair.

You gently placed a kiss to his clothed chest, feeling him squeezing you tighter at the gesture.

You both felt the final pieces of the wall disintegrate into dust and now everything was in its right place. Your lives were now tilted onto their correct axis' and everything became brighter.

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and here it is the final part! I hope you all loved. sorry it took so long but thank you for your patience. will start working on the requests now! But please continue to send in more

love and kisses, Avril xx

tags: @jakevwebber @madsclarkey @charli123456789

[avrildelrey]

~Missing Piece~

The one where you and AB realise you’re each others missing piece

⟡ ݁₊ . if you would like to read the break up click here ⟡ ݁₊ .

~slight angst, yearning~

🎶don’t smile because it happened, baby, cry because it’s over🎶

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It had been three months. Three months since AB last saw your face in person— last heard your laugh, saw your twinkly eyes and the smile that took over your whole face. He wasn’t doing well. Holed up in the grotto, not wanting to do anything or see anyone. He never fully understood when people said heartbreak could destroy you, but now he did. God, did he understand. He would do anything to go back to that night, convince you to give him one more chance. But it was over.

It had been three months. Three months since you last felt his warm embrace, giggling at his way with words. Some days you thought you’d made the wrong decision, that it was too hasty. Others, you felt better for it, feeling yourself going back to the way you were— happy and stress free. You still missed him, loved him even. But it was for the best.

AB knew he should’ve blocked you the moment you fled his house, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead he’s checking your instagram everyday to see what you’ve been up to, not that you posted a lot, so that meant he would just scroll through the same 5 posts you had up. Proper stalker shit he thought.

You did the same, occasionally. You limited yourself to once a week, else it’d drive you crazy— it already was. It helped that his whole job was posting on the internet so you never went without new things to look at.

You didn’t think there was a chance you’d run into him again, but when you received a message from one of AB’s hometown friends asking you to come to her birthday barbecue, you almost declined, until she reassured you that he wouldn’t be there due to work.

Typical, you thought, rolling your eyes. Of course he was still putting work over everything else. At least it was only his friends that had to deal with that now and not you.

It was now the day of the barbecue. So you made the long drive up to her house and booked yourself a hotel to stay at. Luckily it was a warm and sunny day, meaning you could wear a cute summer dress.

You drank some liquid courage whilst in your hotel room, nervous to see all these people again. It warmed your heart that you were still invited, considering they were AB’s friends and not yours. You were also relieved he wasn’t going to be there, not prepared to see him again so soon.

When you arrived everyone greeted you with enthusiasm, asking what you’d been up to with no mentions of him. You actually found yourself having fun. But that spell was broken when there was a commotion inside followed by a voice you’d recognise anywhere.

You made your way over to the table lined with food to busy yourself, whilst everyone else went inside to greet the unexpected visitor. Panic started to fill your chest, you couldn’t be here if he was. You prayed that there was a storm right now, so that lighting could come and strike you down. That would be less painful then the inevitable conversation you were about to have.

You heard everyone move outside, but you didn’t turn around, not ready to see him yet.

You had just about built the courage to go back to your seat when you heard it.

“Y/N?” AB called out softly, in disbelief that you were stood right in front of him. He knew you’d be here, that was a part of the reason he came. But actually seeing you was a different story.

When you turned around to look at him, all the words got lost at the back of his throat. You were practically glowing, looking beyond beautiful in a dress he didn’t recognise. He eyed the same necklace you always wore, feeling as if no time had passed— that nothing bad had happened between you two. He wanted to reach out and touch you— kiss you even, but that wasn’t his place anymore.

“AB.” You replied, breathless. You felt as if you might pass out, nerves wracking your whole body.

“How’re you?” He asked tentatively.

“Yeah, um, good. Yeah.” You responded, fumbling over your words.

“Good.” He said, looking around awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Urm, you?” You questioned, wishing all this tension would disappear.

“Uhh, good.” He paused. “Listen, could we go somewhere to talk or something?” He looked at you, eyes pleading.

You couldn’t imagine what he wanted to talk about— you were broken up. You think back to that night where he didn’t have much to say, maybe he’s going to chew you out now that he’s had three months to mull over it.

You reluctantly nod your head, allowing him to lead the way. You both leave the party without saying anything to anyone.

“Uhh, we are, um going back, right?” You asked, startling him, feeling bad for your Irish goodbye.

“Yeah. yeah, course.” He replied, turning around to look at you. He wanted to add a little joke as he always did but there was too much tension between you two.

You didn’t say anything in response, simply trailing behind him as he lead you god knows where.

You make it to the end of the street where there’s a small path leading to a field. You both kept walking for a few more seconds until you came across a log-turned bench. AB takes a seat, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down.

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked, after cautiously sitting next to him. The bench was small, meaning your arms brushed against each other and thighs touched. Butterflies swarmed your stomach and tingles ran down your body from his close proximity. Good to know you were still affected by his touch— his warmth.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I just wanted to apologise for being a prick ‘n that. Ya know, not paying enough attention, neglecting you all o’that.” He said, rubbing his hands together, not looking at you.

You sit for a minute, processing what he said. God he was such a man, no good at apologising. You wanted to laugh at how he was still so himself.

“Is that the best you could come up with?” You chuckled softly.

“Uhh.” He stammered, finally looking at you. “I did have somethin’ better to say, but I forgot, I’ll be honest.” He said, scratching his head.

“Right, okay.” You respond, quietly.

You were about to say something else but he interrupted you, “I, uhh, I wrote you somethin’ though. I know it’s probably bare cringe n’that but like, I know you’re into that romantic stuff, n’shit.”

He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, handing it to you gently.

“Don’t read it now, make me feel even more embarrassed. Like a little simp or something.” He awkwardly chuckled.

“What, apologising makes you a simp now?” You rolled your eyes.

“No. No, I didn’t mean it like that, s’joke.” He said hurriedly.

“I know, s’okay.” You reassured, noticing the panicked look on his face.

You know he didn’t mean it in a bad way, that was just him and you loved it— loved him and his awkward yet endearing ways. You wouldn’t change anything about him, well maybe the completely ignoring you part, if it wasn’t for that you’d imagine you’d still be together. But what’s done is done.

“You’re not driving all the way back home are ya?” He questioned, concerned.

You shook your head, “no. No, I’ve been drinking. Got a hotel.”

“A hotel?!” He looked at you in disbelief.

“Well I’m hardly gonna be knocking at your door. Didn’t even know you were around.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, yeah, that’s fair.” He mumbled, forgetting the only reason you came was because you thought he wouldn’t be there. It devastated him when he found that out. However, it gave him more motivation to try to make it— he had to make it, not only to spite you but he needed to talk to you, give you the letter he’d wrote. Chip had suggested it as a joke, winding him up as per usual, but he knew you’d really appreciate it. I mean the birthday card he gave you brought you to tears and he didn’t even think he wrote anything that nice.

“Shall we get back?” You suggested, standing up, brushing any dirt off your dress.

You folded the piece of paper AB gave you even smaller and stuffed it in your bra. If he found it weird he didn’t say anything, just a simple lift of the left side of his mouth in acknowledgment to what you’d just done.

“Sure, okay.” He said, getting up reluctantly, not wanting to end this conversation with you. He knew as soon as you’d get back to the party, you’d no longer bother with him. He could only hope the letter would convince you to see him again.

You lead the way, walking in front of him as you didn’t want him to try to speak to you, finding it too awkward.

When you made it back, no one asked you where you went or what you and AB spoke about. You appreciated it, as much as they were treating you like glass about to break.

The night waned on, you switched from alcohol to water, not wanting to go to bed spinning or waking up hungover. Plus you were conscious of the letter in your bra and you wanted a clear head when you read it.

You and AB didn’t speak again, but you stole glances of him the whole night. He was still so unbelievably hot, maybe even more so. You’d gone three months without seeing him in person so you were trying to soak it all up. AB did the same to you, wanting nothing more than to kiss the lipstick off your lips. Your hair had gotten lighter too, probably from being out in the sun all summer— it suited you. Well anything would suit you, he thought.

You decided it was time to go home, this time saying bye to everyone before leaving, hugging and kissing the birthday girl on the cheek whilst waving at everyone else. You spared once last glance at AB, the pair of you locking eyes, he sent you a small, handsome smile and then you were gone.

You got an uber to the hotel, eager to get into bed and read the letter. Once in the room, you ripped your clothes off and replaced them with your far comfier pjs.

Finally, settled in bed, you opened the letter and started to read.

To Y/N,

I’m writing this letter as I’m not good at speaking, at least not properly. Plus I know you find stuff like this romantic so I’m hoping this works in my favour. Please allow all the cheesiness that will follow and remember how funny and badass I can be. Anyway, on with the wooing you. I didn’t think I was a relationship typa guy, not until I met you. Getting to love you has been the best part of my life, better then all the shit on the internet. I’d do anything to go back and change the way I was. I know now how much I took you for granted and I shouldn’t have done. No dopamime dopamine hit from the likes or other bullshit could come close to the dopamine hit off you. Simply being stood next to you, brings me so much happiness and comfort. I saw us growing old together, living in a different grotto in the woods, arguing about which newspaper was better, or whatever it is old people fight about. I wanted you to bite my head off whilst you’re in labour or sit there and complain about how much the tax man takes. I mean road tax is a joke, every other fucking road has a pothole in it. Anyway, back to the point. I wanted to be good cop to our kids so they would like me more and you could handle all the admin of telling them off (i’m joking :)) but still, I want those things with you, tbh I think I always will, you’re a pretty fucking stand up girl. I mean even my mum was heartbroken over the break up, which isn’t a surprise as she loves you almost as much as I do. The almost is very important there cause no one could love you even HALF as much as I do and I could never love anyone the way I love you. If someone asked me never drink a white monster again or never love you again, the monsters gone, finished. Anyway, I hope this hasn’t ruined my cool, nonchalant guy persona and you don’t think of me as a little neek, well even if you do, I’ll be your neek :) Please call me, anything, whatever, doesn’t matter. You airing me after this is pretty peak lol. I genuinely do love you and your big tits beautiful eyes so much.

Love, forever and always, your AB xx

p.s i’ll make the makeup sex sooo worth it :)) just kidding, that was a joke. remember all the romantic shit i wrote!!!

You laughed at his ridiculousness and inability to stay serious. Still you were blubbering like a baby as soon as you got to the second sentence. No one had ever done something like this for you, and the fact that he did it because he knew you’d love it, made it even more special.

You didn’t care what the time was anymore, you knew what you had to do. Ripping the duvet covers off you, you were up and out your hotel room, still in your pjs that had seen better days, calling an uber to take you to where you were meant to be— the grotto.

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omg idk why this took me so long to write!! i hope you loved it tho, i’m not sure how i feel abt it. anyway look out for part three!!

see you in the next one xx

THE LAST PART IS HERE!!

[avrildelrey]

WHAT THE FREAK BALLS!? THANK U THANK U THANK U 🙀😸😸

[avrildelrey]

༄.° Masterlist!

⟡ - fluff ࿔ - angst

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alfie buttle:

⟡ the event pt.2

⟡ the gym

࿔ not working

࿔ missing piece

⟡ back to you

⟡ graduation (requested!)

george clarke:

⟡ stream queens

⟡ sleepy (requested!)

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[avrildelrey]

~Not Working~

The one where you and AB call it quits

~horrible heart achey angst~

a/n: please forgive me for this x

🎶 couldn’t really love you anymore, you’ve become my ceiling, i don’t think i love you anymore, that gold mine changed you🎶

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“What do ya want from me?” AB asks exasperated, slamming the cupboard door shut.

You slightly flinch from the loud noise, looking at him with tears gathering at your waterline.

“Anything AB! Fucking anything!” You cry. “You can’t even have a two minute conversation with me anymore.”

He looks at you in disbelief, “that’s not true.”

“Yes it is! This whole thing, internet bullshit whatever, has taken over everything.” You say, bringing your hands to your chest.

“It’s fuckin’ work.” He grits his teeth. “Sorry I’ve got shit to do.”

You laugh in shock at what he just said, feeling yourself becoming more pissed off than upset.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve go shit to do too!” You say, voice becoming louder.

“That’s not what I meant.” He shakes his head.

“Oh yeah? What’d you mean then?” You question.

“I haven’t got time to be having this fight with you right now Y/N.” He makes his way to leave the small kitchen area.

“No. no, we’re doing this right now. I don’t give a fuck.” You move to stand in front of him. Usually you loved your height difference, but now having to look up at him made you feel inferior.

You’ve tried to have this conversation many times with him recently, but he would always brush you off. This time enough is enough. You couldn’t put up with it anymore— what was the point of being in a relationship if you barely even spoke to each other? Even when you were together he was leaving you to entertain yourself whilst he streamed, or whatever else he does that was evidently more important than you.

He looked down at you, trying to ignore the ache in his heart at the sight of your glassy eyes, the tears yet to fall.

“I’ll try to be better.” He shrugs.

You shake your head, “no, it’s not even about being better. It’s about being a normal. fucking. boyfriend.”

“Look, next week it should all calm down a bit. Then we can do something, be back to normal n’ that.” He attempts to make you feel better.

You stared deep into his eyes, knowing once again he wasn’t taking this seriously— wasn’t actually listening to you. You go and slump on the sofa, feeling exhausted over this emotional weight you’ve been carrying for the last couple of months and that’s when the tears fall. You hunch over, head in hands, feeling annoyed at yourself for crying already, it made you feel weak and silly.

AB came and sat next to you, wrapping you up in his arms and bringing you into his chest. He couldn’t stand to see you this upset, especially not because of him.

You welcomed the embrace, no matter how angry you were at him his hold would always bring you comfort— curse him and his strong arms.

“I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” You mumble into his chest.

“I know, I know.” He responds, rubbing your back.

You break free from his hold and sit up to look at him.

“So what now?” He questions you. “What d’ya want to do?”

You examine his face, the same one you fell in love with all those months ago, his hazel eyes that went green in the sunlight— the ones that looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. God, you were going to miss him, so much, but you couldn’t carry on.

So you leant in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “I can’t do this.” You whispered.

“What?” He leant back so he could see your face fully, tears pooling in his own eyes.

You shook your head, standing up from the sofa, moving further away from him, “It’s not working is it?”

“So, what, just like that we’re done?” He practically yelled, feeling his heart beginning to crack.

He rubbed at his chest, trying to soothe the pain. He’d never felt like this before— never even loved anyone, not until you came along and now it was over. Deep down he knew you were being serious as much as he wanted to believe you could kiss and make up, falling asleep in each others arms tonight.

“It’s not fair to me.” You say, gathering your things.

AB stood watching you, not saying anything. He was unsure what to do, he didn’t want to help you pack seeing as he didn’t want you to go. So he waited.

Once you had all your bags, you made your way to the front door, turning to him for the last time.

You offered him a sad smile, a few stray tears falling down your face, “goodbye, AB.”

He didn’t have time to respond because just like that you were gone, hearing the gentle click of the front door snapped him out of the daze he was in. He just had an out of body experience, not believing what had happened.

He growled in frustration, tugging at his hair, making his way to his bedroom wanting to sleep this horrible day off, not before knocking all the things off his dining table, not bothering with the mess he just made. He’d sort it out tomorrow.

Meanwhile you were making the long drive home, tears streaming down your face, listening to all of your saddest songs, heartbroken over what had become of your relationship. You were not looking forward to the process of trying to get over a man like AB.

AB sure as fuck wasn’t looking forward to getting over a girl like you.

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ahhhh sorry!! so sad but stay tuned because i hate sad endings so we’ll have to do something abt that🤫 hope you loved regardless

PART 2 IS HERE

see you in the next one xx

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

[avrildelrey]

thank you guys wtf i started this blog two days ago!! my heart is so full xx

[avrildelrey]

~The Gym~

Where AB takes you to the gym for your first video.

~established relationship, fluff, slight sexual mentions, very minor mention of weight (no detail)~

a/n: it’s a long one! x

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“Okay guys it’s currently 2 am and we’re going to the gym.” You laugh at the camera in your hand. It felt slightly strange considering you’ve only done it briefly when AB’s been filming, but now it was your turn due to popular demand.

“Yeah this is what happens when the mrs is scared to film in public.” AB addresses the camera, coming up behind you and slinging an arm round your shoulder.

“Oh jog on mate, as if you’re not.” You tut at him.

“So I’m your mate now?” He retorts.

You move out from under his arm and stand in front of him, “yeah we’re just friends.” You say, giving him a smile.

“I’ll show you just friends.” He mutters, coming towards you and caging you in his arms.

“AB!” You guffaw, “no inappropriate comments.” You scold, blushing, remembering that you were still filming. I mean you wouldn’t edit it out— not unless he said something really bad.

He laughs, sponging a kiss to your cheek before going to grab his car keys.

“Let’s go then, buddy.” He says, holding the front door open for you.

You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your water bottle and phone, still filming with the camera in hand.

You didn’t properly tell AB how much it meant to you that he agreed to go the gym so late at night, in fact he was the one who came up with the idea, knowing not only how reluctant you were to film in public but also how you were scared of the gym, for fear of being watched. He swapped out his usual morning work out for the one he was going to do now. He was always doing things like this for you— anything to make your life easier, even if it inconvenienced him.

“Thanks, Honey pie.” You say as you pass, laughing when you hear him grumble at the atrocious pet name.

“Just get in the car. Don’t wanna hear anymore out of ya.” You heard from behind you.

“Guys are you hearing this? The sass out of this man is crazy.” You say to the camera, hopping into the passenger seat whilst AB locks up the grotto.

You shut off the camera and get comfortable in the passenger seat, already loading up spotify as you were most definitely on aux.

AB then climbed into the car, looking sexy in his loose fitting grey joggers and white compression top. After all this time together you’ve still never watched him work out, for fear of you jumping his bones right there in the middle of the gym. God you were gonna have to restrain yourself tonight. But what you didn’t know, was that AB was having similar thoughts about you, sitting there all pretty in the zip up lululemon jacket he’d bought you— the bbl jacket you called it. But then again when did he not want to have his way with you, he imagined you’d look hot in a bin bag— bloody gorgeous woman.

“Right let’s ‘ave a little motive in the car then.” He says, putting the key into the ignition.

You play the first song, already getting hype, “nah this is such a tune.” You comment on your own song choice, making AB laugh at you.

After a car ride full of both of your favourite songs you arrive at the 24hr gym, thankful to see no other cars in the car park.

Once actually inside and each of you putting your things in the respective change rooms, you switch on the camera to get started with the actual part of your video.

“Right, so what first?” You ask AB, looking clueless.

“S’probably best we warm up, yeah?” He says, starting to stretch.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, placing the camera down so you’re both in frame.

You really try to take this seriously, but you couldn’t hold back your laughter at watching AB contort his long and wide body in funny ways.

“S’rude to laugh at people in the gym ya know.” He comments, coming over to your crouched position and nudging you so that you lost your balance and toppled over.

“I bet it’s bloody rude to knock people over in the gym too!” You exclaim, holding out your hands for him to help you up.

AB grabs hold of your outstretched hands, hoisting you up and forgetting his own strength, causing you to stumble into his chest. You place your hands on his waist whilst he wraps his arms round your shoulders and smile up at him. He leans down and places a gentle kiss against your lips. Which you blur out in the edit, adding an “ew” sound effect in the background.

You make your way over to the treadmills, AB taking the camera off you to film instead.

“First, cardio.” He says filming himself before flipping it around to you. “Up ya get Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, regretting saying yes to this video idea already.

“I fuckin’ hate running.” You comment, pressing start on the treadmill.

“No complaining to the coach please.” AB deadpans.

You look over at him in disbelief ready to say something, before he reaches over and turns the machine up, causing you to run faster to keep up.

“AB!” You exclaim, already getting worn out.

“What’d I say.” He responds.

You simply turn to look at him and the smug expression on his face, sticking your tongue out at him and the little bit he was doing.

AB stopped filming and went to do his cardio instead leaving you to finish up your running. Once you felt satisfied— or, well, too tired to continue you went over to admire him, wishing his sweaty body was above yours in a bed and not on a treadmill.

He eventually steps off and you wolf whistle as he comes over to stand above you from your seated position.

He smirks and shakes his head at the noise, prompting you to get up and follow him.

“What’s next then coach?” You ask once you started filming again.

“You’re gonna spot my bench press. Reckon you can mange that?” He says cheekily, loading up the weights onto the bar.

“Yeah, how hard can it be.” You say confidently.

He stares at you with a twinkle in his eye as he watches you come over to him after setting up the camera.

“How heavy is this thing anyway?” You ask flippantly.

“One forty.” He replies, laying down on the bench.

“What, pounds?”

With you stood behind him and him lead down staring at you, dangerous thoughts enter his head of all the times he’s been underneath you, looking up at you— same way he is now— as he drives you to orgasm.

He shakes his head clear of the memories he knows he’ll never forget— one’s he wouldn’t want to, before answering you, “no, kg.”

You look at him gobsmacked at what he just said. Jesus you knew he was strong but not that strong, and the way he said it too, so nonchalantly as if that wasn’t over double your weight.

Just as he goes to lift up the bar you say, “just so you know if that falls on you or something, I genuinely won’t be able to lift that. Like I could try but you’ll still walk out of here with a concave chest. Well you probably won’t be walking either.”

“Jesus, Y/N. Don’t make me laugh whilst I do this, else you’ll be the cause of my concave chest.”

“S’just a warning, coach.” You mutter.

He squints his eyes at you for making him laugh again, before preparing to lift the bar for the second time.

He shoots daggers at you in warning and takes a deep breath before hoisting it in the air and bringing it back down to his chest, managing it twice before placing the bar back in its hold.

You clap as soon as he’s done, genuinely amazed at his strength and trying not to think too hard about how much that turned you on.

“Me next!” You cheer once he’s stood up.

He looks at you in disbelief, ready to shut you down and lecture you about how you can’t lift things that heavy without training. But you knew what he was going to say, so you didn’t let him start instead you carried on, “no, I want you to lift me. Show me what you got coach.” You tease, sticking your tongue in your cheek.

You were unsure if having him touch you right now was a good idea, especially after the display you just watched, but you thought it would be fun. Plus it would be great for the video you almost forgot you were filming.

He goes to lay down on the spongy part of the floor, knowing it would hurt less if you happened to fall but he would never let that happen.

“C’mere then girl.” He grins, holding his hands above his head.

Now that it was happening you were a little bit scared. You stood to the side of him unsure of even how you were doing this.

“Quit being a pussy and fall back onto my hands. I’ve got ya.” AB tells you.

“It’s scary!” You exclaim. “What if I hurt you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’d hurt more if a fuckin’ feather fell on me. C’mon.”

You roll your eyes, turning around and hoping he’ll catch you as you awkwardly fall against his outstretched hands. You cross you arms against your chest as you feel yourself being lowered to his chest and then lifted into the air again.

You giggle as he continues to do the up and down motion, doing more than necessary but he felt like showing off.

After what felt like him doing that a hundred times, you roll over onto his chest and rest your head against his stomach, patting his chest.

“Okay, we get it big boy. You’re ridiculously strong.” You say.

He chuckles, causing your head to vibrate from where it’s lead on his stomach. He brushes some fallen strands of hair out of your face before sitting up, making your head roll into his lap.

“Up ya get.” He says.

You refuse, stretching out like a starfish with your head still in his lap.

“I can’t be arsed to do anything else. M’tired.”

“Tired? You’ve barely done anything.” He laughs at your ridiculousness.

“Yeah but it’s past my bed time.” You mumble.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” He coos, bending over to place a peck on your forehead.

You again blur that out in the edit and take that as you’re cue to get up.

You go and pick up the camera, “okay that’s the end of the workout, we’ll wasn’t much of a workout but it’s like 3 am now and I need to go to bed.” You inform the audience.

“Well maybe if you let us go to the gym at a normal time this wouldn’t be happening.” AB pipes up.

“Sorry are you not the one to come up with this idea?” You question.

“Are you not the same girl who’s afraid of the gym when there’s other people there?” He retorts.

You stuck your tongue out at him, knowing he was right.

You ended the video before leaving the gym, knowing you’d be too tired to do it once you made it back to the grotto. You hoped it turned out okay and that people enjoyed it.

You were already excited to film the next one.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this one!!! sorry it’s quite long i just couldn’t help myself they’re so cute.

see you in the next one xx

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

[avrildelrey]

~Stream Queens~

Where you and George are on stream and react to your biggest fight on love island.

in this universe george and his girl met on love island before he became an influencer

~fluff, slight angst, established relationship~

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“Can you hear her singing in the background?” George asks the chat, laughing to himself. Next you hit a deafening high note, one that was unkind to the ears, “Y/N shut up.” George yells.

You come bursting through the bedroom door and put him in a chokehold, “did you just tell me to shut up.” You whisper in his ear, loud enough for the stream to hear.

George taps on your arm, feigning being strangled. You let go of him but continue to stand behind him, resting your hands on his large shoulders. He laughs at your ridiculousness, eyeing the chat going crazy at your presence.

“Y/N say hi to them.” George prompts, looking behind at you.

You move closer into frame and wave at the screen, “hello everyone.”

George admired how cute you could be at times. He couldn’t believe he found someone like you on a reality tv show, it made the slightly embarrassing experience worth it.

“Bro they’re asking us how we met and shit.” You said to him, in disbelief your very public meeting wasn’t a known thing by all the fan girls.

“I told you to stop calling me bro.” George huffs, grabbing hold of your hips and moving you to perch on his lap so you could both see.

“Okay, babe they’re asking how we met and shit.” You repeat, but both of you knowing you would never stop.

He looks to the camera and takes a dramatic breath, “it was many and many a year ago me and this fair maiden met-“

You slap him before he could continue his joke. “You’re such a dweeb.” You laugh. “We met on love island,” you pause for a second before turning to George, “what was it, season 3?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking into your eyes.

You loved the way he looked at you, it hadn’t changed from when you first met all those years ago when you were stood in front of him in nothing but a tiny bikini, shitting your pants about what you were actually doing- being on a reality tv show, a dating one at that.

“Shall we see if we can find clips to react to or somethin’” George suggests.

“Oh god, I’ve not seen anything from it in years.” You chuckle, making your self more comfortable on his lap now that you’ve been forced to stay.

George absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of your shorts whilst he was trying to find any videos of you two during your time on the show. You decide to entertain the chat, seeing as he was busy.

“I’m gonna gush to you lot like your my girlfriends.” You start, the chat going crazy once again, making it impossible to read anything. “We coupled up right from the start, how cute? Anyway, the whole thing is just George being in love with me the whole time and me wanting nothing to do with him.” You exaggerate, finding it funny.

George pinches your thigh at the comment.

“I seem to remember you throwing a fit about me going on a date, one which I had no control over.” He piped up, directing the end of his sentence at the chat.

“Now, now George. It was a long time ago I think your misremembering.” You reply.

He throws his head back with a laugh, before pulling up a clip of the exact situation he was talking about.

You cover your face with your hands, knowing this was going to be a hard watch.

“No, no, no.” George laughs, before peeling your hands off your face and wrapping his arms around you from behind, so you couldn’t do it again. “Let’s see who remembers properly, hmm.”

His breath hitting the back of your neck every few seconds was making you flustered, but you didn’t want to make it obvious seeing as you were being watched by thousands of people.

George hit play and a younger you pops on the screen.

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You fiddle with the mic pack, sat in the diary room, venting your frustrations.

“I’m just like frustrated, everything’s been going so well the past two weeks.” You groan. “If he kisses her there’ll be big issues.”

It cuts back to you lounging on the day beds with a couple of the girls, when a new girl walks in. Alone.

You sit up from being led down and watch the other girls go up to her.

“Why’s she alone?” You think out loud.

“Remember babe, he’s got two dates.” One of them responds.

“Oh fuck off.” You grumble, flopping back down.

You and your two friends decide it was probably best to go and meet this girl, so you all introduce yourselves but you didn’t stick around to find out the details of her date, your mood too sour to listen.

It was a little bit later when a few of the girls came to tell you that apparently they had both kissed.

“What.” Was the only thing you could say in response.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:

You pause the video and turn to look at George. “Now do you see why I acted the way I did.” You say in anticipation for what’s coming next, some of the fans knew what you were talking about— others didn’t.

He laughs at you and the crazed expression on your face, kissing your cheek before responding, “yes and I did then, psycho.”

You rolled your eyes at the name he called you, then pressed play on the video.

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Once again you were lounging on the daybeds, only this time you were all dressed up for the evening, wearing one of your favourite dresses you had brought.

You heard a commotion over on the other end of the villa, you looked knowing it was George coming back from a different date with a different girl.

You turned away and looked at your best friend in the villa and shook your head.

George felt confused as to why you hadn’t come to greet him after not seeing him all day, but he spotted you led in your usual spot and made his way over.

You felt a dip in the bed from behind you. George was stood behind you with both hands resting on the bed, practically leant over you. He blew on your face to get your attention, seeing as you didn’t turn to look at him.

“Fuck off, George.” You said, turning to face him.

He laughed in shook, not expecting that to be the first thing you said. He thought you were saying it in regards to him blowing in your face, but he still backed up away from you in case.

“Don’t laugh, you knew I’d be angry.” You responded, with a straight face, which was rare for you because you were always smiling.

“What’re you goin’ on about.” George said, confused, putting one knee on the bed.

You looked at him in disbelief, scooting off the bed and brushing past him. You fled to the bedroom, everyone looking at you concerned when you walked past them in the kitchen without saying anything.

“What’s going on mate?” One of the guys asked George when he made his way over.

“Yeah, what’d you do to miss sunshine?” Another one questioned.

“Dunno mate if I’m being honest.” George responded.

“George you kissed her.” One of the girls replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“What? No I didn’t I’ve not kissed anyone except for Y/N.” George said, dumbfounded about what’s happening.

“Well that’s what she thinks you’ve done.” The same girl shrugged her shoulders.

As soon as he heard that, George made his way to the bedroom knowing he had to sort this out with you.

He found you pacing up and down the ends of the beds.

“Y/N.” He tried to get your attention, but you didn’t look at him. “Y/N.” This time you stopped and turned to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, already knowing the answer but he wanted you to admit it.

“You kissed her George. Why would you do that? Especially after we agreed that you wouldn’t, that neither of us would if we ended up on dates or whatever.” You explained. “You proper mugged me off.”

“Y/N, don’t be silly. Of course I didn’t.” He replied, feeling slightly pissed at you for thinking that.

“Well why would that girl say that then?” You deadpanned.

George shook his head, feeling weirded out that this girl was lying and creating drama for no reason. He didn’t fuck with people like that.

“I have no clue Sunshine.” You couldn’t help yourself but smile at the nickname he’d given you after the first day of meeting. “I’ll go speak to her.” Before you could reply, he was gone.

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This time George leant over and paused the video, crushing you in the process. “I forgot how weird this whole situation was.” He comments.

You nod your head in agreement, “it was our only proper big fight as well!” You exclaim to the chat.

“Yeah’s bullshit.” George tuts, before pressing play again.

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You sat on yours and George’s bed, biting at the ends of your acrylic nails in anticipation for what was going to happen. You didn’t bother going back out to the garden, not in the mood for talking to anyone else.

It felt like an eternity before George sauntered back into the room, looking rather pleased with himself.

“What happened? What’d she say?” You asked, standing up and making your way towards him.

“She said that she was only joking and some other irrelevant bullshit.” He responded, reaching out to touch you but you backed away, wanting to go and speak to her yourself.

“Sorry what? What kind of joke is that? Like am I crazy, where’s the humour?” You explained in disbelief, getting riled up again.

“I know, I know, but let’s forget it now. It’s done.” George reached for you again, wanting a cuddle and to move on.

“No, it’s so weird. I’m like feeling really freaked out right now.” You fight off his touch, still feeling pissed off, but he cages you in his strong arms.

You instantly feel yourself relax against his warm, strong body, the anger dissipating.

“See, isn’t this nice.” George said, condescendingly.

“Don’t patronise me or I’ll get even more angry at you.” You grumble into his chest.

He lets out a loud laugh and rubs your back, “I’m starting to wonder why I call you sunshine now.”

“Oh piss off.” You untangle yourself from him because of his teasing and flop onto your bed.

He followed in your footsteps and dropped down beside you, trying not to laugh at the look on your face.

“C’mere, give us a cuddle.” He said softly, once again pulling you towards him. This time you didn’t put up a fight.

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“Aw, we were so cute.” You say as the clip ends.

“Were?” George exclaims.

You laugh, getting up from his lap, remembering you had shit to do today.

“Well I’m still cute.” You joke, leaning down and kissing his cheek, before waving bye to the chat and turning to leave.

“Damn right you are girl.” George replies, slapping your arse as you walk past.

You guffaw and flip him off, going back to the household chores you were in the middle of, singing your heart out once again.

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first george clarke fic done!! i love how this one turned out i hope you did too xx also thanks for all the love on the ab fics my heart is so full!

see you in the next one!

love and kisses avril ⋆˚࿔

[avrildelrey]

~The Event pt.2~

⟡ ݁₊ . read part one first! ⟡ ݁₊ .

part 2 for you kids

You finally open the dm from AB and agree to meet up the next time he's in London.

any spelling mistake during their text messages and shitty grammar is intentional! sorry if it’s a bit jarring lol xx

~ major slow burn and them being cute ~

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Hours passed with the dm left unopened. You didn't want to look too desperate or something by responding straight away. But you couldn't wait any longer, so finally you took a deep breath and opened the message.

AB: Sorry for making a tit of myself last night lol

Hm. Cute. But you were unsure how to reply.

yourusername: haha no worries (not sent)

No. Horrible. Too dry, you thought.

yourusername: haha you didn't don't worry

yourusername: tell your friends they're not good at being subtle tho lol

Sent.

Oh god, that was equally as dry.

You shook your head. No it wasn't, you had to stop bugging out, he's just a man you've barely spoken to. And he's not even that hot... It's fine if he doesn't reply.

Despite this pep talk you gave yourself, you still obsessively checked your phone every few seconds for a reply.

After 2 hours you received a response. Not bad.

AB: They're always on a wind up ting

AB: How was working that lil function last night

You laughed at the fact he texts the same way he talks in real life. Another thing to add to his list of endearing qualities.

yourusername: so dead lol

yourusername: thought u influencer lot were meant to have some personality whys evryone so stiff

Hopefully he can tell teasing people is a huge part of your personality. You appreciate it's harder to tell through text but the amount of times you've been blocked by men on dating apps for what you thought was a funny comment. Turns out they all need to learn to "take a joke." Oh the irony.

This time you received an instant response.

AB: u saying u didnt enjoy talking to us man last night wtf consider me offended

yourusername: oh fuck off 🤣

yourusername: u think if i meant u i would be chatting to u now

AB: Fairs u got me there

AB: Is that what u do then work events

yourusername: nah i actually dont have a j*b rn

yourusername: i just did a year in australia as a lifeguard tho

AB: Ohh ur on the unemployment ting i respect it 🫡

AB: Bros casually dropping she was a lifeguard in Australia

yourusername: haha it was amazing but defo none of that baywatch shit

AB: I could do with watching u run abt on a beach right now I bet itd cure the fuck out of my hangover

yourusername: didn't take you for being a perv ab

AB: Only for u ;)

yourusername: chat is this rizz

AB: I'm dropping some absolute dimes ts is pure heat

yourusername: no ur right im sorry

AB: U gotta drop some lines too

AB: Seduce me

yourusername: guys wanna be so girls so bad nowadays but fine 🙄

yourusername: im studying to become a historian im especially interested in finding a date

AB: Nah whyd that actually work tho

AB: The nerdy game is so tuff 🔥

yourusername: fully agree

AB: Do u wanna have a two man motive when im next in ldn?

yourusername: yeah im down

yourusername: something casual tho i have like a fear of first dates lol 😅

AB: nah thats fine i fully get that as well lol

AB: like fancy dinners give me the heebiejeebies

😂 yourusername reacted to chat

You and AB made proper arrangements for your hang out. Neither calling it a date since you both have a fear of that word, but you both knew it was one on the low. Your glad he understands because after many failed first dates- fancy dinners 'n all- it made you realise you wanted a friends to lovers experience. Sue a girl.

*The next week*

You twiddled your thumbs whilst standing in Paddington station (per AB’s request) waiting for his train to get in. You checked your phone again to see the screenshot AB sent you of his Trainline app. 5 minutes.

By this point you two have moved on from the dms and exchanged numbers, having light conversation during the day but nothing too crazy as you both knew it wasn’t long till you’d see each other.

You looked up from your phone and spotted him instantly. A wave of anxiety hit you. Oh god what were you doing.

He pretty much towered over all the hustle and bustle of the station. Once he came into clearer view you could see what he was wearing, a white oversized T-shirt and sandy coloured cargo trousers. Hot. Thankfully it was a nice day out, so neither of you required jackets.

He finally noticed you and the minute you locked eyes a smile overtook his face, almost as if he had no control over it. He pulled you in for a hug, crushing your body a little bit.

And he smelt good, Jesus you were definitely a goner.

“You alright Y/N?” He beamed, looking down at you.

“Hi AB, yeah not bad you?” You replied, both of you moving out of Paddington and towards Hyde park.

You made conversation on the short walk there and you could tell there were some moments where he was checking you out. He’d let out a cheeky laugh or a simple smirk when you’d catch his eyes.

“I’m proper giddy to be wandering around Hyde park ya know.” He says to you once you reach the gate.

“I get you. It goes crazy when the suns out. You’re not gonna get swarmed by fans though are you?” You teased.

He bumped your shoulder muttering “knob” under his breath but still he couldn’t contain his smile. You laughed at the insult, already having a great time with him. You love how well you both get along, both having the same banter. He loves it too, just as much. He’s never met a girl who got it as well as you do.

You two ended up moving closer together once actually in the park, arms brushing against each other, sending a light buzz through your body each time.

Again you both were talking about absolutely anything and everything, until you decided it was time for you to admit something to him.

“I knew you’d love just walking around.” You commented when there was a brief lull in the conversation.

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you, slightly raising one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” You began to feel a little embarrassed saying this out loud but it was too late now, “I may have watched one of your videos.” You bit on the end of your acrylic nail in anticipation for his reaction.

He let out a loud laugh, swinging an arm around your shoulder and crushing you to his body.

“Stalker.” He whispered next to your ear. “Are ya one of the fans I’m gonna have to worry about swarming me.” He then said, referencing your earlier comment.

You shoved him off you, although you regretted it instantly, missing his warmth despite it already being warm out. “Get off.” You laughed.

You both stopped and stared at each other for a beat, eyes twinkling and smile lines prominent. Before AB carried on the teasing.

“Nah buts that not fair. There’s nothing about you out there.” He pouted.

“Life’s not fair, playboy.” You smirked. “But that’s not true.” You said quieter, speeding off ahead of him before he had a chance to ask you what you meant.

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part 2 done!! i guess i left you lot on a cliff hanger… so part 3?

i hope you guys liked and it wasn’t disappointing. i’m sorry but i’m such a slut for slow burn i just can’t not do it (it feels most real life to me) also major self insert with the getting blocked by men lol for a little joke here n there and i based the texting off how i would too lol so hopefully that wasn’t a hard read xx

anyway hit me with some requests and i’ll see u in the next one

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

[avrildelrey]

~The Event~

AB meets you at an influencer party, yet you’re not who he expected to connect with.

~ second person, first meeting, subtle flirting ~

It’s a long read (sorry) but enjoy!

🎶Cause I’m not sure if I’ve seen you before, you look familiar when I saw you, we go together like the gum on my shoes🎶

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You look across to your phone as it buzzes on the counter, nursing the hangover you got from last night. You’re praying it’s not one of you’re friends trying to set you up on a date with one of their uni flatmates again.

No it was much worse. You’re best friend asking you to work on a Saturday.

Turns out one of her colleagues can’t make it to the catering gig and her boss is freaking out over lack of staff. “This is the biggest event the company has ever hosted!! xx” The message read, in hopes to persuade you. How it became your problem you didn’t know. But you’d do anything for your best friends, so you reluctantly agreed.

She informed you the event was black tie so that meant you had to look put together. Basically requiring you to wear a glorified suit. Luckily for you, you enjoyed collecting cute vintage shirts and everybody had a pair of black trousers left over from their school days. Although they fitted a little more snug now, but it never hurt to show off your (slightly more) womanly curves you dreamed about at 15.

You arrived at the ridiculously grand building to be ushered in by a lady in a similar outfit to yours and sent straight to the back to help in anyway you can. You were already feeling overwhelmed by the stress radiating off of everyone. You made a mental reminder to never do something like this again.

You spot your best friend looking equally as flustered as everyone else. You two barely had time to catch up before the guests started to arrive. Someone placed a tray of champagne in your hand and steered you towards the lion den.

You kept a neutral expression on your face despite your internal panic about dropping all the drinks down yourself or even worse, a guest.

You thought you recognised a few people but you weren’t really bothered by them, you were more amazed at how good looking everyone was. You forgot that the most important requirement for being an influencer was to be beautiful - you were glad you’d never be surrounded by people like this again.

You wandered around aimlessly, occasionally nicking a canapé off your best friends tray, hoping no one noticed. Before you found yourself in front of a large group of intimidating men. The one closest to your left was by far the hottest man you’ve seen tonight, maybe even ever. You found yourself getting flustered just by being close to him.

A few of them took drinks off your trays without as much as a second look. However when you went to leave you made direct eye contact with Mr Fit - the nickname you decided to give him and one which was very much deserved.

You wished you were able to neck some of the flutes of champagne you were currently holding. That would probably give you the confidence to talk to Mr Fit. Although that would probably be weird considering you were at work - and not an influencer. You assumed that would be his type.

You shook the thoughts from your head and went back to being rather bored, before realising it was time to make your rounds back over to that group. Only this time they were a lot louder and far more rowdy, definitely thanks to the alcohol. And they were all stood around instead of sitting, now further intimated by their height.

Chip noticed you coming over and nudged AB, knowing his boy was feeling this particular waitress.

You locked eyes with Mr Fit and felt your face heat up as you came to stand in the same place as before. Only this time you felt dwarfed by Mr Fits height.

God was he tall, and omg his arms. Wham was all you could think.

“You enjoying yourself miss?” A man with dark curly hair said to you. He had a look on his face that made you realise he was joking around.

“Living the dream.” You replied. This earned a few chuckles from the three guys who were paying attention to you.

You noticed Mr Fit was without a drink so you held out your tray towards him.

“Thank you M’lady.” He said with a smirk on his face, raising his glass.

“You’re welcome kind sir.” You picked up on his little joke adding a small curtesy, just to go the extra mile.

“Aye she’s been trained well.” The same dark curly haired one joked, nudging Mr Fit.

“Oh fuc-.” You caught yourself before finishing that sentence, remembering you were at work and it’s definitely not advised to swear at the guests, never mind rich and famous guests at that.

“Nah man, where’s your boss? Surely that’s not allowed.” Mr Fit joked, making the other two guys laugh and you to look away in embarrassment.

“Ref!” The tall one said, earning more laughter.

“I’m so sorry.” You went to apologise but were cut off.

“Nah, we’re just joking, swear all you want girl. We’re all friends here.” The dark haired one said, giving you a cheeky grin.

You could tell already that these guys were always down to just have a laugh. That’s probably what gained them an audience.

“Yeah s’just banter.” Mr Fit said, putting on a bit of an accent. American maybe.

The two men laughed at him and he looked away sheepishly.

You heard his two friends lean over and say that he needs to “spit some game.”

Mr Fit held out his hand for you to shake, forgetting you were still holding onto the tray of drinks “I’m AB.”

You awkwardly fumbled with the tray and shook his hand “Y/N.”

“Shit sorry. Forgot you were holding tha’.”

You both looked at each other bashfully - flustered.

You heard the other two jeer in the background “go on son!”

You suddenly remembered that you were working and that you had other guests to attend to.

“You lot enjoy your nights, and watch your drinks. I’m not cleaning nothing.” You joked, walking away.

“Bottled it.” You caught the tail end of AB’s sentence and one of his friends replying, “bro just pop a little two dot and you’ll be sorted, trust.” A chorus of laughter followed.

You shook your head at their ridiculousness. But you didn’t let yourself deep the interaction as you knew you’d never see him again.

*1 hour later*

Your feet were hurting and you couldn’t wait to go home. Not long now.

For the remainder of the night you had been sneaking glances at Mr Fit, or well AB. You could’ve sworn he was looking at you too.

“Y/N.” Someone shouted, you recognised the voice instantly.

“Oh, hi AB.” You scrunched your eyebrows, unsure why he was talking to you.

Chip and Freezy had put him up to it. Egging him on, saying how they wanted to see him successfully pick up a girl. AB didn’t put up much of a fight as he thought you were fit as fuck and knew how to take joke. That’s all he needed in a bird if he was being honest.

“This might be bare weird of me, but could I get your instagram?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

You again admired how hot he looked, especially as he’d taken off his suit jacket and you could see his biceps straining against his shirt- drool.

But you were taken aback by his question, butterflies swarmed your stomach.

You let out a small chuckle, “oh yeah, course.” He handed over his phone, “you scared me then.”

“Wha’ how?” He exclaimed.

“Didn’t know what you were gonna say.” You smiled, giving his phone back to him after following yourself on his instagram.

“Yeah, I’m a bare unpredictable guy ‘n that.” He joked, with the same accent as before.

You found it endearing. In fact, you found him endearing. The way he speaks, the awkwardness. You’d take it over being cocky and full of yourself any day.

He stumbled a little bit and that’s when you noticed his eyes were slightly glazed over. Okay so he’s a lot drunker than he was before. That explains why he came over to you. Oh god, what if this is some sort of sick joke that his friends put him up to.

You shook those thoughts away, but other anxiety filled ones replaced them.

You had a terrible feeling that he could end up forgetting this whole night and that he wouldn’t remember following you.

*Next day*

You ripped your phone off the charger and started scrolling. The first time you’ve properly been on it since you briefly accepted AB’s follow request last night. You were in disbelief at the amount of followers he had, not realising that he was some hot shot or something.

You clicked on to instagram to see that AB had liked your story- a selfie of you low-key feeling yourself in your waitressing outfit- and a dm from him an hour ago.

You felt giddy at the fact he remembered you, not only that but he had liked your story AND dmed you.

You held so much anticipation for what he could say.

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ahhhh!! this is my first story on tumblr as i’m a wattpad girl so sorry that’s it quite long hope you don’t mind (my stories will probably continue to be long lol) also i’m still learning the nuances of tumblr so apologies if i act like a neek on here or something.

anyway i hope you loved and pls lmk if u want a part 2 or anything else you want to see! there’s a hella AB drought on here.

edit: part 2 is here

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