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Look at them 💕

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i’ll be thinking about this for the foreseeable btw. oh my lawddddd

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i have nothing appropriate to say about this

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hey queen!!! for the tiktok trend series, you should do the trend/prank where she “accidentally” calls him by another man’s name cause thatd be so funny with george

if not, disregard this and know im lurking in your likes basically all the time lmfao <3

hi my love 💘

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

i appreciate your support so much, i hope you love it!

here it is!

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tiktok trend series - george clarkey x reader

summary: you call george the wrong name for a tiktok prank. - 500 words

short and sweet request that has been sitting in my inbox for two months... i'm so sorry i promise it wasn't on purpose!

hope y'all don't hate it!

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You carefully propped your phone up in the corner of the room, out of George’s line of vision, and made sure he didn’t notice you. He was currently sitting on the couch, eyes glued on the television in front of him. He was none the wiser.

He had pulled a prank on you last week on stream, and now it was time to get your revenge. 

“Hi darling,” you smiled, joining him on the couch. He glanced at you, moving his arm so that you could slide under it. 

“Hello, love.”

You pretended to watch the TV with him for a few beats of silence.

“Oh my GOD, Thomas! I forgot to tell you something crazy!” 

His arm immediately stiffened, but you pretended not to notice as you turned to look at him. His brow was scrunched, a picture of confusion. 

“What did you just say?” He questioned, tilting his head.

“I said I forgot to tell you something?” You replied, mirroring his confusion. 

“Y/N, you just called me Thomas,” he said, clearly dumbfounded.

“Did I?” You laughed, nervously, “I don’t think I did?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. “Who the fuck is Thomas?” He was laughing now.

“Babe, I don’t know! It just slipped out.”

“Oh I see.” He stopped laughing and went silent for a few moments. It took everything in you to stay silent and not laugh.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, George spoke up again, “So what position did Thomas have you in last night?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from cackling, “George, I was in YOUR bed last night.”

He looked at your face and narrowed his eyes, but could not suppress his smile, “Is this another stupid TikTok prank? I hate you.”

You pointed to the camera in the corner, and he promptly held up his middle finger with an unimpressed look on his face.

As you moved to turn the recording off you could hear him in the background saying, “I was getting ready to go through your Instagram following and threaten every single Thomas there.”

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user1: now why did he flip us off like this is our fault

user2: “what position did thomas have you in last night?” hes so petty im crying 😭

georgeclarkeey: I’m deleting tiktok off y/n’s phone

user3: thomas was about to get a knuckle sandwich LMAOOO

user4: when y/n said she was in george’s bed last night 😂 she cooked him i fear

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all i need - tobi brown x reader

summary: you and tobi wake up together for the first time as husband and wife. - 600 words

i love tobi so much y'all. he needs some more love on this hellsite, so i decided that i would show him some. hopefully this encourages you, yes you reading this rn, to write for my man because i will absolutely eat that shit UP. sorry this is so short but it felt like the perfect place to end it!

hope y'all don't hate it!

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The room was basked in soft golden light as the first rays of morning danced through the open window. The peaceful consistency of waves hitting the shore was lulling you into a dreamless slumber. Your back was pressed into the warm, solid chest of your husband. Your Husband. His arms found their way around you, holding you as close as they possibly could. 

Yesterday was a dream. It was a whirlwind of last minute dress alterations, drunk groomsmen speeches, cliche moments, and beautiful chaos, all wrapped up into the day you married the love of your life. Every stressful moment was worth it the second you saw Tobi at the other end of the aisle, ready to take your hand and start your journey together. The two of you ran out of the reception, hand in hand, before midnight to catch a flight to Cancun and spend a few weeks honeymooning. The Mexican coast was entering the early hours of the morning when you arrived at your luxury resort, so you were quick to fall into bed together. Tobi had spared no expense while booking this resort, insisting that you deserved nothing but the best. You couldn't care less about the incredible resort, at least not right now. Not while you were wrapped in the arms of the man you love, waking up for the first time as a married couple.

You began to stir when you felt Tobi shift behind you, but your eyes did not open until he started planting kisses along the contours of your neck. He leaned back onto the bed as you stretched your arms and flipped to face him. 

Damn was he a sight to wake up to. He was leaned against the headboard, bare chested with one arm behind his head. The muscle definition in his arms was noticeable, even as you struggled to pull your gaze from his rigid chest. His silver XIX chain was splayed messily across it, contrasting against his rich skin. The duvet rested low on his hips, and his left hand rested on his abdomen. The sun peeking through the window caught his silver, Cartier wedding band perfectly, almost making it glow. He looked like a damn renaissance painting. A small smirk played on his lips as you continued to study him. 

“Mornin’ Mrs. Brown, something caught your eye?”

You smiled thoughtfully, “something caught my eye about five years ago, now I get to call him my husband.”

His smirk turned into a genuine smile at your words. He reached towards you, brushing your hair out of your face. His gentle touch lingered on your cheek for a moment, and his face held a dreamy look. 

“My wife. Oh my days, I want to shout it from the rooftop,” he exclaimed. 

You blushed and scooted towards him, wrapping yourself around him once again. You felt his chest bounce with a quiet laugh as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. His arms curled back around you naturally, because you were exactly where you were meant to be. 

“Can we yell from the rooftops tomorrow?” You mumbled against his neck, “I think I want to stay right here all day.”

You raised your head and placed a delicate kiss on his sharp jawline.

“There nothing in the world that can’t wait until tomorrow, Mrs. Brown.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’ve got all I need right here.”

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟlater that week

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i thought you'd never ask - alfie buttle x reader

summary: you and your longtime crush, ab, are paired up for a brand event in nyc, but the hotel accidentally booked you both into the same room... and it only has one bed. - 2.1k words

yall i was FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE writing this fic. huge shoutout to my pookie @raekensluver for helping me write like at least 1/3 of this mara i would die for u <3

also a huge thanks to @luvdixon for helping me learn how to write the way AB talks. you are an icon and a shining star ml <3

without further ado, im back bitches.

hope y'all don't hate it!

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There were fresh rain puddles on the New York City sidewalks. The city was bustling with fans in jerseys, professionals in business clothing, and bright eyed tourists stopping in the middle of the street to take pictures. You kept your head down, opting to watch your boots instead of the large crowds of people. The heavy duffel bag in your hand made you feel out of place, but focusing on the tight grip made it easier to handle the anxiety of trekking through an unfamiliar city. 

You, along with several of your content creating friends, were in America for a brand event. You had all been split off into pairs by the marketing director, who thought it would be more intimate and real than spending the whole weekend in a large group. You skimmed the email with the pairings and itinerary before boarding your flight. ‘Bach and George… Arthur and Becky… Chip and Sabina, obviously… (Y/N) and… AB?!’

You and Alfie had a complicated relationship. The two of you were constantly playing eye tag, flirting subtly, and gravitating towards each other, yet neither of you had made a proper move. The chemistry was undeniable, and people had started to point it out, but the two of you had not said a word about it to each other. Now, you were going to be forced to spend an intimate weekend together and potentially face your feelings.

With all of those things in mind, you did not get any work done on your flight. The next few days with AB were all you could think about as you made your way down the damp sidewalk in search of your hotel. 

~

When you finally found your way into the lobby of the hotel, the first person you saw was AB. He was sitting in an armchair typing on his phone, it looked as if he was waiting for you. He glanced up as the click of your boots on the tile announced your arrival. He immediately offered you a smile, a real one, showing off his teeth. Unfortunately, you were too far away to notice how his pupils dilated.

You returned his smile, “Hey Alfie.”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking a bit shy, “they told me you hadn’t checked in yet when I got my key,” he flashed the keycard at you, “so I thought‘d just wait for you to get here ya know?” 

Your heart rate quickened, and you could feel the heat of a blush rising to your cheeks. ‘I have got to play this cool, this is literally our first interaction of the weekend.’

“That was sweet of you.” Offering him a soft smile, you continued, “let me go get checked in and we can find our rooms, yeah?”

You forced yourself to turn away from him, feeling the relief of removing yourself from that awkward mess of a situation. After greeting the woman at the front desk and verifying your information, you were all checked in and given a key card. You lugged your bag back over to where AB was sitting, failing to notice that his gaze had lingered on you the whole time.

“I’m all checked in,” you smiled as you met his eyes, “and I am ready to find my bed, how about you?”

“I lost an airpod on my flight so I might need to cry in bed for a bit to be honest,” he joked, standing and stretching his muscled arms. 

His shirt rose slightly, just enough for his solid abs to peek through. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. Fucking hell does he do this shit on purpose?

“Well that was meant to be a joke,” he let out a breathy laugh, “clearly didn’t land as well as it did in my head.”

“Sorry, I was just momentarily distracted,” you chuckled and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. 

This is so awkward, what is wrong with me!

Your eyes darted around, desperately searching for a way out of this situation. 

“Elevator?” You questioned, pointing with your thumb, “I’m on the 7th floor.”

“Are you actually? I’m up there too!” He exclaimed with a genuine smile.

The elevator ride was a lot less awkward than you had anticipated. The conversation flowed smoothly, as you talked about the weekend ahead of you. You were smiling again by the time you reached the 7th floor. 

“Alright, my room’s this way,” Alfie spoke, pointing to the right, “see you in the morning, darling.”

Your brain short circuited. Did he just fucking call me darling. You stood there and watched him retreat down the hallway with wide eyes, before turning the opposite way in search of your room. Realizing you didn’t even know the room number, you pulled the keycard out of your pocket. 722. A quick glance at the numbers around you made you realize that you had gone the wrong direction, so you turned and headed in the direction that AB had gone a few minutes ago. Thankfully, he had already found his room, so he was not there to witness you wander around the hallway like an idiot. 

As your eyes locked onto room number 722, you breathed a sigh of relief. You desperately needed to decompress after a long travel day and an incredibly awkward conversation with the man you fancy. You unlocked the door and began to push it open, until a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Hello?”

You swung the door all the way open and were met with Alfie fucking Buttle on the other side of it.

“Alfie,” you said calmly, “what the hell are you doing in my room?”

“Your room?” He questioned, pulling out his keycard with a confused look on his face. He held it up, showing you the number 722 clearly printed on the front. “This is my room.”

For the second time in the last 5 minutes, your brain short circuited. “This must be a mistake.”

After a quick trip to the front desk with AB in tow, you stared at the hotel manager in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry miss, there was some miscommunication with the company who booked your room. We were under the impression that the two of you,” she waved her hand between you and AB, “were supposed to be in the same room.”

You blinked a few times, “and you are sure that there are no other rooms available this weekend?”

She looked at you apologetically, "unfortunately there are a lot of big events in the city this weekend, we are fully booked through next Tuesday. There is a couch in the suite, and I know it is not ideal but we can give you extra blankets and pillows.” She paused and typed on her computer for a moment, “and I just comped room service for you two for the rest of the weekend. I am incredibly sorry about this, please let me know if there is anything else I can do.”

Your brain was about to explode, and you couldn’t form a sentence if you tried.

Alfie answered her, “we can make it work, thanks for the help.”

~

This time, you rode the elevator in silence. You walked down the hallway and entered your shared room, fit with one king size bed, in silence. You unpacked your bag in silence. Both of you got ready for bed in silence. Finally, AB’s voice broke through the quiet tension in the room.

“You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch, yeah?”

You nodded wordlessly, with a pursed smile, and turned towards the giant bed. As you slid under the cool covers you glanced across the room at Alfie, who gave you no warning as he discarded his shirt and flopped onto the couch. The muscles adorning his abdomen literally rippled as he reached up to turn the light off. You turned on your side, facing away from him and chewed on your fingernail in an attempt to calm your racing heart. Once again, his voice broke through the quiet.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Alfie,” you squeaked out in response.

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Several hours later, you had yet to fall asleep. Your mind was refusing to shut off, replaying all of the things that caused you to end up in this situation. You rolled over and faced the couch for the first time since AB turned the lights off. The room was illuminated by moonlight, allowing you to make out his broad frame attempting to fit on the tiny couch. One of his shoulders was quite literally hanging off the side, and he had a leg on the ground in an attempt to keep himself from rolling off. He is way too big to get comfortable over there, and I am so tired of this sexual tension. It’s now or never.

You spent several minutes working up the nerve before softly saying, “Alfie?”

He sat up quickly, clearly he was not asleep, “what’s wrong?”

“Have you been asleep at all? You are quite literally hanging off the side of that couch.”

“Nah, it’s jarring to be honest.” His words were laced with fatigue.

You bit your lip, "I don't want you to sleep on the couch.”

“What? Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” He responded, honest confusion written on his face.

You’re not sure if it’s the sleep deprivation, or if you were just completely fed up with months of flirty tension, when you blurt out, “No you fucking idiot, come get bed with me!”

“Oh,” he said, before processing your words and repeating himself, “Oh.”

He rose off of the couch and sauntered towards the bed. You were turned on your side, facing him, when he slid in next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, and he turned on his side so that your faces were inches apart.

He looked ethereal in the soft glow of the moonlight. You studied him for a moment, taking in the sharp curve of his jaw, the color of his lips, and the delicate softness in his eyes; all of these things were familiar to you. Alfie was studying you the same way. He reached up and smoothed your hair back from your face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, barely audible, while swiping a thumb across your cheekbone.

You softly smiled at him, keeping eye contact.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, eyes flickering down to your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His hand moved into your hair, pulling your head forward as he moved his lips to yours. He kissed you once, softly, before desperately reconnecting your lips. Alfie’s hands pulled out of your hair and skimmed your body until they molded against your waist, just like they were made to rest there. He kissed you like he was desperate for it, like he had spent every moment of his life waiting for you. You returned his passion fervently, because you had been waiting for him too.

~

After a restless night of sleepy kisses, soft touches, and confessions of real feelings, you and AB were dead on your feet at the morning session of the brand event. Turning up in Alfie’s t-shirt, designer sunglasses perched on your nose, and with an iced coffee in hand, was perhaps not your greatest idea, but you did it anyway. As you stepped into the room with AB at your side, fingers interlocked, you watched as your friend's jaws dropped one by one. You looked up at the gorgeous man beside you with a grin, which he returned.

Slow clapping pulled your eyes away from Alfie’s, and you turned to see Chip. He had stood up from his chair and started clapping, yelling out, “it’s about fucking time!”

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟlater that weekend

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hey y’all!!

I AM HOME 💖

be on the lookout for some new content soon 😏

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I see ArthurTV and immediately think My Shayla

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friends!! t-minus 10 days till im home!!!

i have a few ideas in my brain but send in some requests, i plan on spending a week or so writing and making sure y’all are fed before i start law school!!

send in your fluff and angst requests 🫵

i write,

george clarke

arthur frederick

harry lewis

tobi brown

alfie buttle

chris dixon

and many others that i cannot think of rn

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arthur, the man that you are 💋