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Waiting for the AB fic you said you'll post today

guys i knowww i’m so sorry for not posting anything yesterday 😫😫 i was supposed to post an arthur fic and alfie one but i had to deal with some personal stuff. so sorry xx

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chris x famous singer reader with age gap

maybe like a sex tape gets leaked?

guys what is it with people wanting chris to be exposed for things in these requests LMFAO😭

i wouldn’t mind writing a smut where they film a tape at all, but i wouldn’t include the possibility of it being leaked anywhere — just because that sets chris or the reader up to be someone who leaked it which doesn’t make sense lol

also when requesting for age gaps, please specify who is older or younger x

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R u open to write for chris rn

yes 100%! i know i mainly post AB and george but that’s because they’re the ones i’m most attracted to, but if i get chris requests or think of a scenario that fits chris i will definitely write it xx

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I’m so happy you’re writing for AB i can’t stop reading about him atm and i love your writing girl 🫶🏻😍

thank you so much for reading! xx

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can we please get some Alfie smut

maybe reader is staying at the grotto for the week….. all the different places they do it through out the grotto

SWITCHING UP POSITIONS ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : every moment and place you and alfie had sex in the week that you were visiting him before going on holiday notes : i’m so attracted to him i can’t deal with it — i did do something similar to this already in this post, but i don’t mind expanding on my thoughts😋 — i did this more as a headcanon style rather than telling a whole story just because it was easier for me xx content : established relationship ,, unprotected sex ,, oral (m & f!receiving) ,, multiple positions ,, dumbification kink ,, oral fixation at some points ,, kind of somnophilia at the end?? ,, dom!alfie taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @bambidollstar @luvdixon @willnees

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The moment he found out you were staying a week before going away, he cancelled any plans he had already. Going to London? Not anymore. Got a pod? Sorry, gotta push it back. He was ready to give you his full, undivided attention all week.

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In the living room, you never really have sex. There just isn’t a lot of space for Alfie to fit reclined or on top of you on the sofa, so it tends to be sloppy make out sessions and oral.

1) You were on your knees on the floor while he sat on the couch. ‘Fuck, you’re good with your tongue, girl.’ Alfie groaned as your tongue swirled around him while he was buried deep in your throat.

2) ‘Oh- Oh- Alfie—“ You whimpered, slumped against the back of the sofa, your legs hanging over his shoulders. His lips were sucking on your clit firmly, leaving your legs shaking around his head.

If you do have sex in the living room, you’re on top of him, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. Cowgirl was used for late night, lazy, cant-be-arsed-to-walk-to-the-bedroom sex, usually while he was gaming and you were desperate.

You sat on top of him, his cock nestled snugly within you while your cheek rested on his shoulder, breath hitting his neck as you whimpered, rocking back and forth, lifting up and coming down. His arms were around your hips as he played video games, occasionally bucking up into you.

If a cut scene was playing and he didn’t need to use the controller, he’d bring two fingers to your mouth, letting you suck on them.

Reverse cowgirl was for when you just wanted a switch up. You liked the way his arms would wrap around you from behind, pinching your nipples or rubbing your clit or keeping you firmly pressed back against him.

“Yes! Fuck!” You cried out, rising up and slamming back down quickly as you chased your impending orgasm.

Trying to draw out the moment as much as possible, he held your hips in place and began thrusting up sharply and quickly, leaving you breathless.

“Fucking needy girl, huh? Just needed some dick to calm you down.” He grunted down your ear while relentlessly rubbing your clit.

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The kitchen is an obvious example of somewhere you have sex. Bending you over the counter while somethings in the oven. It’s either quick and leaves you trembling for more, or slow and your dinner ends up burnt but you’re still trembling anyway. He does it in the most inconspicuous way as well. He’ll approach you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and innocently peppering kisses along your neck. Before you know it, your chest is pressed against the wooden counter top and your knickers are at your ankles.

“Alf! The dinner!” You gasped as your fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.

His thrusts were ruthless, hip bones slamming roughly into your ass cheeks. He was definitely admiring the jiggle.

“You want me to stop?” He paused. You didn’t even have to say anything.

The way you clenched around him, desperately sucking him back in, said it all.

“No- No- Please—“ You managed to stutter out, reaching a hand back to bring him closer.

“‘S what I thought.” He chuckled before resuming his brutal pace, taking your hand and pinning it to your lower back.

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The dining room was reserved for slow make outs with you propped on the table, his lips thrusting slow and deep, or him lazily eating you out as you were spread across it like a meal. Your arms hung over his shoulders, pads of your fingers pressing firmly into the skin on his back with your legs locked over his hips.

“Oh, shit, you’re so deep.” You panted against his lips, briefly looking down at where he was penetrating you.

His hand wrapped gently around your neck again, tilting your head up to kiss you once more. Alfies tongue slid deliciously against your own while his fingers squeezed your pressure points just right, making your head spin with a dazed smile.

He dragged out and pushed back in, hissing at the tightness, “Fucking squeezing me like I’m gonna disappear, ‘coz you’re greedy aren’t you? Say it.”

You stammer out the words he wants you to say, leaning back on your elbows. His thumb found your clit, grazing over it gently. Your head fell back between your shoulder blades as you let out breathy moans. He reached forward with his free hand, tugging your tank top down and freeing a tit so he could toy with your nipple.

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In the shower it really depends on your mood. If you’re feeling lazy, he’ll have you pinned against the wall, legs around his waist while he fucks you against it. But, if you feel like appeasing to him, you let him fuck you from behind, arms locked at your back so you can’t squirm.

1) “Feelin’ lazy today?” Alfie hummed, eyes trained on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, your eyes locked down on him as you whimpered and nodded.

“Wanted to let you—“

“Nah, you wanted to sit there and do nothing, hm?” He acts bothered, but he’s really not. He’s just playing the part. Scolding you, making you clench around him at his patronising words because you just loved it so much.

But then he’d kiss you like he was taking it all back, because you meant the world to him, and even though he was dumbing you down for your own pleasure, he needed you to know that he still loved you.

2) Your legs were trembling, threatening to give out as he rammed into you from behind. You let out sharp, high-pitched gasps as your fists clenched from where he was holding your wrists behind you.

At first you’d squirmed, tried to let him give you the ability to grasp onto something again, but then you let it go. You let him take the lead. You trusted him to hold you up at all times, and he did.

The lewd noise of your wetness squelching between your legs as he fucked you deeply was dulled down due to the loud shower, much to Alfie’s dismay. His hand was around your throat again, two fingers hooked into your lower jaw, making it hang open while your tongue swirled around them, moaning and drooling.

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Very random place but the fields around the back of the grotto. You were just on a walk on a particularly hot day, wearing a mini skirt that just about covered what it needed to and a tube top that did the same. The pair of you decided to just sit in a field and talk for a little while. That was until you ended up on your back, hair sprawled out amongst the grass beneath you and your skirt bunched up around your hips.

“Shit, couldn’t hold back, angel.” Alfie cursed lowly as he thrust into you, keeping one hand hooked under your knee to hold it up so he was hitting deeper.

“Feels so good, Alf.” You panted, nails taking down his back.

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In the bedroom, everything happens. Every position. Foreplay and actual penetrative sex. He severely enjoys missionary, just being face to face with you and getting to see every little change in your expression while making subtle adjustments to make the experience that much better. Taking your leg and putting it over his shoulder, bringing your knees up to your chest, keeping them spread open and pinning your thighs to the mattress. Loves overstimulating you in missionary, switching between fingering you and fucking you is his favourite.

“You can take it. Atta girl.” Alfie groaned, large hands splayed on your thighs to keep them apart while your whole body jolted with the force of his thrusts.

Your tits bounced wildly in his face, and he came down, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Your hands tugged at the curls on the back of his head as a string of moans uncontrollably left your mouth.

Just as you came around his cock, his thumb strummed your clit to help you ride it out. Once you had passed the high, his fingers were drilling into you, curling and hitting all the right spots.

Doggy style, duh. The man is obsessed with the way your ass looks pushed high into the air while your back is arched perfectly. He once joked that he could use it as a ramp for his hot wheels and tech decks. You looked over your shoulder and glared at him after that, causing him to chuckle. He loves keeping a hand on the back of your head, hair entangled in his fingers so he can push it down or pull it up, depending on his mood. It’s usually up, because he just loves hearing you moan and cry out for him.

You didn’t know how long you’d been going for. You didn’t know how many times you’d came, or how many times he had. But you were still going. He was still going. You were practically flat at this point, chest pressed against the mattress as Alfie held you up by the stomach and hips, fucking you hard and deep. Your cheek was mashed into the pillow, drool darkening the fabric beneath you as you let out incoherent whines and whimpers.

He pulled you up by the neck, turning your head so he could kiss you. Your lips moved slowly and uncoordinatedly against his as he took control (as always).

“You good, angel?” He asked, smushing your cheeks together in his hand.

You nodded, getting out a breathy moan of his name before dropping forwards again, his hand landing a harsh slap on your ass cheek.

Sloppy morning makeout sessions are a must. In all honesty, Alfie had been acting like you were going to vanish off the face of the Earth. You were only going on a girls trip to Greece for two weeks, not voyaging every continent known to man. But, because he was seemingly under the impression that if he didn’t hold you enough, you’d disappear, he woke you up with neck and cheek kisses, which (when you came to) turned into lazy make out sessions full of lip biting and saliva connecting your lips together when you pulled away for air.

You loved making out with Alfie. It didn’t matter when or where, it was always perfect. Whether it was sloppy and needy or soft and delicate, it was heaven. The sound of your lip smacking filled the room, his hand under your sleep shorts as he lazily fingered you. His tongue caressed yours, merging your mouths to be one. You didn’t know where you started and where he ended in situations like these. You were basically glued together — but you were not complaining.

You gasped against his mouth as his palm kneaded your clit. He smirked, nipping your lower lip cheekily before continuing to sensually cement your lips to his.

“Love you, reader.”

“Love you too, Alf.” You grinned, panting as you came around his fingers.

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hey 💓 just asking, have you got any AB fics coming soon? x

got one coming later tonight and maybe one tomorrow too x

both smut requests but i’m not complaining. he’s really been growing on me recently idk why

especially that clip in the fellas camping trip when he was trying to light the fire and he was heavy breathing down the mic😮‍💨😮‍💨

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Does anyone else think that Chris following Shannon and other girls who went on a date with him is a red flag

Like we know their relationship ended on good terms, but imagine the guy you are seeing is still following his ex

He also always talks about how he wants to find "the one," but is he even trying? He said that he talks about his ex on his date

Like, imagine it's not Chris and a random guy you go on a date with, you will never go back

tbh i’ve never really thought about it much.

there’s nothing wrong with him still following shannon since it ended on good terms and they still share friends (george, bach, the girls etc.) so i don’t think that’s weird. i think people read into social media things too much nowadays, just because i follow someone doesn’t mean i’m in contact with them 24/7 — which goes the same for chris. just because he’s following shannon doesn’t mean he’s in contact with her.

sometimes people follow each other just because they’re mutual friends.

in terms of the dating thing for him trying or not, im not him?? so i wouldn’t know lol. coming out of a long term relationship is hard no matter what and i think some part of him still missed her but no one can blame him for that. love is love🤷🏽‍♀️

but i think if you were to be on the dating scene and came across a guy like that it would be A red flag but i wouldn’t say chris IS a red flag as a whole.

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When’s the next chapter of the inside and the love island au coming out?? No rush lovely x

i actually don’t know lol. since i’m going on holiday on sunday, i can’t guarantee that there’ll be another inside chapter until about two weeks (i’m so sorry i know that’s a long while) but defo stay lurking for the love island au because those are easier to write xx

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Could you do something with George where him and reader is together and you’re just grinding on him and he finishes without actual contact. Sorry if this is odd I just find this extremely sexy😭😭

A MILLION AND ONE KISSES ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you and george haven’t been together for very long and you sleep over at his notes : anon, i completely get you. i always get disappointed when i’m reading a smut and they kiss for a SECOND. bring back the intimate make out sessions in smut🤧🤧 also i’ve been writing a lot recently cuz i’m going on holiday next week so i probably won’t be posting anything unless it’s just little thoughts and chats xx content : established relationship ,, making out ,, dry humping ,, oral (fem receiving) taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @bambidollstar @luvdixon

─────── GEORGE’S BED WAS soft beneath you. His bland, brown bedding was thin, perfect considering the temperature had hit high 20’s this week. You hadn’t been dating for very long, a month at most, and you hadn’t gotten very far in the … bedroom situation. It was mainly due to nerves, because being intimate with a new person all over again took a lot of courage and building up trust.

You were lying on your side in your soft pink pyjama set, a tank top and tiny shorts, as the tv on the wall lit up the room, playing some show that you weren’t entirely focused on. George was lying behind you, also on his side, propped up on his arm so he could watch the television over you. His other hand was draped over your waist, drawing light circles on your stomach, just above the waistband of your shorts.

The only sound in the room was coming from the show playing and your synchronised breaths as his chest rose and fell against your back.

The air was thick with the tension of unspoken words and the lack of knowledge that you were both feeling the same thing. There was an anticipation lingering, and you twitched to roll over and cement your lips to his, but you didn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to. Not because you were fearful you couldn’t kiss — you could — it was the fear of rejection and possibility of George pushing you away.

His palm flattened over the curve of your hip, running up and down your side. His lips brushed the exposed skin of your shoulder from where the tank sleeve had come down.

Goosebumps arose on your skin, feeling the delicate touch of his barely-there kiss. He tugged on your waist, gently rolling you onto your back. When you blinked up at him, you observed his dilated pupils and plump lips, parted as shallow breaths left them.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered breathlessly, leaning down to the point where the tip of your nose grazed his, “Please?”

You nodded wordlessly, hand reaching up and caressing his cheek.

Your lips locked onto his, sharing breaths that mingled together in the thin slip of air between the two of you. Your fingers tangled in the curls of his mullet on the back of his head, tugging lightly while his hand sought out the skin beneath your tank top, bunching it up to the middle of your rib cage. You moved in sync, legs entangled together.

You pulled back, lips swollen and glazed with the mix of both your salivas. You sat up on your elbows, making him pull back too, a slight frown on his face.

“You okay?” George asked, tucking hair behind your ear.

You nodded, moving to your knees. “Can I … sit?” You gestures to his lap.

“Oh, yeah, ‘course.” He smiled, adjusting his position so he was leaning back against the headboard.

You straddled his lap, breath hitching at the feeling of him, hard and thick, beneath you. His print pressed against you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Already?” You gasped, a slight smirk on your face as you leaned in close again.

“Don’t act shocked when you’re there, looking like that.” George’s hands came to rest on your thighs. “You’re fucking stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, pressing your lips to his again.

It was more rushed. Still intimate and affectionate, but there was a certain hunger behind it that disregarded the previous gentleness and delicacy. His tongue ran across your lower lip, a silent request for entry. You decided to tease him, smiling into the kiss while dragging your crotch along his.

You weren’t expecting the friction to affect you so much. You gasped loudly against his mouth, so he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, gliding it against your own.

One of his hands found their place at the back of your head, scrunching your hair in his fist and keeping your lips mashed against his. His other palmed your breast through your tank, squeezing it gently to test the waters.

You made a noise of arousal, leading him to squeeze you more firmly. You whimpered, fully sinking against his form.

George pulled away momentarily, just to murmur, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” before connecting at the mouth again.

You kept rolling your hips, letting out a breathy moan every time his bulge rubbed perfectly against your clit through the multiple layers between you.

The languid sounds of your sloppy making out filled the room, the tv show long forgotten, still adding some background noise.

George tensed beneath you, muscles locking up as his hands squeezed the skin of your thighs. His nails were dull but still dug in, probably leaving crescent moon shapes.

You could’ve sworn he let a moan out, his hips tipping up towards yours. You fisted the fabric of his shirt in your palm, squeezing tightly. His arms moved around you, one going back up to your breast to grope it whilst rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other forearm and bicep locked around your lower back, keeping your hips pinned down against his as he put in all the work, bucking against you wildly. His lips were frantic, you barely managed to keep up.

Finally, he did moan into your mouth, tensing before falling lax. You detached your lips from him, still rocking back and forth lightly as you panted, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Did— Did you—?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, voice low and gravelly with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“O-Oh, okay.” You nodded.

“D’you want me to get you off?” George asked, noticing the way you kept rutting against him.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck, if I ever say no to that I want you to slap me.” He joked, flipping you onto your back and kissing his way down your body.

He slipped your shorts and underwear off, groaning and muttering a low curse at the sight of your wet, slippery folds. He ran his thumb up your centre, parting your lips and then attaching his mouth to your clit.

You let out a high-pitched moan at the suction, back arching as the heels of your feet dug into the mattress.

His tongue ran through you, dipping into your entrance momentarily before coming back up to suck at your sensitivity.

“Fuckk—“ You whined, hips trying to buck impossibly further into his mouth.

His large hands pinned your hips down, restricting your movement.

George rested his head against your inner thigh, tongue flicking back and forth and side to side. One of your hands tugged on his hair while the other clenched around the bedsheets.

“Oh— Oh— George—“ Your eyebrows furrowed as your mouth hung open, your abdomen tightening.

You could’ve cried at how good it felt — you nearly did — his tongue moving relentlessly as your toes curled up. Even when you came with a cry of his name, he kept going flattening his tongue over your clit as it twitched against his muscle.

When he pulled away, his lips were glistening with a mixture of your wetness and release.

“Was that alright?” He asked, panting while running his hands up and down your thighs in a calming manner.

You nodded, a dazed smile on your face, “Perfect.”

He grinned, kissing your lips chastely before getting up. He changed himself, slightly embarrassed at the fact he’d came in his boxers just at some dry humping and making out, but then he remembered how you looked with swollen lips and gyrating hips, and realised there was nothing embarrassing about it.

He grabbed you a pair of his boxers and helped you slip them on. Then, he crawled back into bed beside you, your head on his chest as you nestled into him.

Your hands were clasped together, him toying with your fingers as lay in a blissful silence.

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CYBERSEX ── a.frederick ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : arthur’s been away on holiday, leaving you both needy and wanting notes : feel like i’ve been ploughing through AB requests recently — this was a request and i’m so sorry to the anon who sent it in i think i accidentally deleted it so i cant reply to it😕😕 i also feel like this is really short so i apologise for that. content : established relationship ,, phone sex taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @bambidollstar @luvdixon

─────── YOU WERE AWAY for a girls trip in the Maldives. You’d gone with Becky, Sabina, Liv and Flo just for a week to have to yourselves. It was great timing considering the boys were away in America, so it’s not like you were losing any extra time you could’ve had with Arthur — though, you did miss him massively.

You missed the way he kissed you before bed and then held you in his arms before drifting off. You missed the way he would mindlessly ramble about whatever topic he found interesting while you tiredly hummed ‘yeah’ in response to whatever he came out with. You missed his hands trailing down your spine. You missed his hands and how they hit all the right places.

And you really missed that right about now.

The one downside to your little holiday away was that you were ovulating. Bad. And there was no Arthur to help you through it. To satiate your needs and make it all better. Every night, you were restless and hot, thighs clenching under the bed sheets in a desperate attempt to soothe the pulsating between your legs.

Thankfully, because it was so hot, you were prancing around in bikinis all day, meaning you weren’t getting extra overheated by any unnecessary clothing. But it wasn’t like that could fix the wetness that had become aggravating to deal with.

You uploaded numerous images to your Instagram story. Ones of the fancy restaurants you went to, outfit checks, selfies with the girls, and even some bikini photos Sabina had taken of you on the beach and poolside.

You ended up posting the bikini dump as an actual post, adding a cute caption and a song that gave off the vibes you were hoping to send out.

Later that night, you got a loud ding from your phone, signalling a message that had come through.

It was Arthur.

arthur🫶🏼: you look so fucking good in your pictures xx

you: I LOVE YOU XX

you: i also miss you. a lot.

arthur🫶🏼: call? xx

you: yes!! xx

You answered immediately when he called, your phone set up on the sink counter as he got ready for bed. He spoke about his day and how he’d just gotten back from dinner with George and Bach all while you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup. You added on to him talking occasionally, stood there in a t-shirt that was way too big on you. Because it was his.

You were too busy scrubbing the makeup off your face to notice that Arthur had his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes trained on the only part of you that was on screen. Your ass. You were bent over the counter, getting close to the mirror to make sure you were getting every bit of foundation or dirt off of your skin before you put your head on the pillow.

When you were done, you flipped the light switch of the en-suite off and got into bed, taking the time now to admire the expanse of Arthur’s face.

He looked like dinner.

It certainly wasn’t helping the constant heat and arousal you felt.

“I meant it, earlier.” He hummed, voice low and grumbling as he too was in bed. “You look smashing in your post. Where’s that bikini from?”

“Some shop around here. Was the last one in my size, funnily enough.” You told him.

“Wouldn’t have minded one a size smaller.” He said smugly.

You bit your lip, fighting a grin as your chest rise and fell with heavy breaths.

“‘Course you wouldn’t, cheeky.” You flirted.

He shrugged, “I’m just a man who loves his woman a lot.”

“I’ve missed you.”

Your voice felt weighed down, fingers toying with the duvet beneath you, itching to find solace between your legs and fix your problem.

“I’ve missed you too.” Arthur smiled, “Only two more—“

“No.” You shook your head, “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh!” His eyes widened with realisation, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I … kind of already wanked to your photos.”

Your face fell, “You did?”

He took your vanished expression as a bad sign, “Sorry. Did that make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry—“

“N-No, not uncomfortable. Just … I haven’t because I felt bad. I thought I was just supposed to leave it to you.”

“Some people do that but … I don’t mind if you masturbate … if you show me?” He added on lightly, a suggestion rather than a demand.

“You … You want to watch?”

“I-If you want me to?” He quickly glanced around his hotel room, making sure everything was locked and no one was around.

You nodded, propping yourself up against the head board. You only had the lamp on, which was a deep orange, adding a warming feeling to the atmosphere.

Your hand slid down your body, grazing yourself over your underwear. You inhaled sharply, sensitive to even the slightest touch.

There was from rustling from Arthur’s side, and you could only imagine hope that he was doing the same.

After teasing yourself slightly, getting yourself even more worked up than you were before, you slipped your hands beneath the waistband of your pants, letting out a relieved exhale at the raw touch.

“Fuck …” Arthur groaned, “C-Can you show me?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as you flipped the camera, showing the suggestive nature of your fingers moving in circles beneath the fabric of your underwear.

“Take them off, shit, please.” He hissed.

You pushed your knickers down, dropping them to the floor somewhere and spreading your legs wider.

He moaned at the sight of your bare, slick folds as he too pleasured himself, fisting his hard cock.

You continued rubbing tight circles on your clit, moaning and whimpering at the touch. It was good and it was pleasurable, but it wasn’t Arthur. And that’s why it was good that he was on the phone, whispering soft praises and orders that you followed.

You sped up when he told you to. You slowed down when he told you to. You pushed your fingers into your soaking pussy when he told you to.

He told you how to curl them, where to feel for and you actually cried out when you hit it. He smirked proudly, triumphantly, as his hand quickened around his cock.

“Shit! Arthur!” You moaned, fingers thrusting in and out quickly and curling just as he guided you to.

“Keep touching yourself for me.” His voice was grainy and low, a testament to his awful connection, but you could still hear the arousal in his voice. The desperation to be with you.

“I’m— I’m so close—“ You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as your thumb rubbed your clit.

The positioning was a little awkward for your hand, but you made it work because you were in vital need of the orgasm you could feel impending. Your abdomen clenched and your thighs clamped shut around your hand, heightening the pressure you felt as you came with a moan of his name.

He followed afterwards, but because of the delay from your phones, you couldn’t tell if you’d came at the same time, or one a little later than the other.

It didn’t matter to you.

Or him.

All that mattered was that you had orgasmed with his name in your mouth and that you were satisfied.

For now.

You could guarantee the moment you saw him at home, you would lock all doors, turn off all phones and leave your suitcases in the living room while you ravaged each other in the bedroom.

“T-Thanks, Arth.” You panted, smiling lazily at him over the phone.

“Don’t thank me. I should be thanking you.” Arthur shook his head, wanting nothing more than to jump through the screen and pull you into his arms, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

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can I please get some Alfie fluff where his gf is a dancer and is super anxious and overworked with a performance? 🥹

signed, a dancer who is super anxious and overworked with a performance 😛

EXHAUSTED TEARS ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you’d been pushing yourself more and more everyday, and it eventually gets the better of you notes : i’m not a dancer, never have been, so if anything is wrong please let me know, there isn’t a great lot of terminology used but where there is it may be incorrect (i used my limited knowledge from dance moms LMFAO) content : established relationship ,, angst ,, comfort ,, overworked!reader ,, feminine!reader taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @luvdixon @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @bambidollstar

─────── TO SAY YOU were tired would be an understatement. Exhausted would be an understatement. Knackered would be an understatement. You felt like you were constantly about to collapse. Your legs permanently felt like jelly and you had no energy to do anything whenever you got home.

The national qualifier competition was dawning on you and your team. You’d wake up at 5:30 every morning, get to the studio for 6:00 and be home for 6:00 in the evening. The persistently long days were starting to drag you down. Dancing for 10 hours every day was proving to not be healthy for you. Physically? Maybe. But mentally? You were drained.

You’d always been a perfectionist. Your dance was full of difficult tricks and turns, but you had to nail it. You weren’t just going for first place. You were going for a perfect 300. That would give you the confidence to tell yourself that you could compete at nationals.

For some reason, you were really worked up over it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before. You’d been a national title winner before. So why was it so much harder this year? Maybe because you were in a different age division. You’d last competed at nationals when you were 16, meaning you were a junior. Now? You were 20, classing you as a senior.

You’d danced against people your age before, you did it every month. But nationals was different. Everyone wanted that title. Everyone was putting their all, which meant you had to as well.

Even when you got home, you didn’t get a break. You’d make dinner while listening to your music, going over the dance in your head. While it was in the dinner, you’d mark it in the small slip of space you had.

Thank God you had a supportive boyfriend. You had a feeling that any other man would’ve given you weird looks and glared if you were to prance about your kitchen doing a dance that you didn’t have to perform for at least another week. But Alfie? Alfie was different.

He picked you up from rehearsal. He played your music for you. If you ever had a private session, he’d film it for you, so you could practise more at home.

He was so so so supportive. But he was also attentive. He noticed the dullness in your eyes recently, the heavy eye bags and lazy movements. He didn’t push you to talk to him, not wanting to drag you away even more, but he was getting worried.

The plug in the shower was constantly clogged from your hair falling out due to stress, you made half arsed meals for dinner and fell asleep at 9pm most days, as opposed to you usually staying up until he get off stream.

Today was a particularly rough day. You’d been doing your solo for half the day and wouldn’t stop falling out of your turns or stumbling over your feet in your side aerial. You constantly felt like you weren’t good enough, so you pushed yourself more and more, only leading to a multitude of mistakes.

“You alright, angel? How was it?” Alfie asked as you got in the car, throwing your bag on the back seat and then strapping yourself in.

You used to laugh about how a girl like you, feminine in every sense of the word, looked so out of place in his big Defender.

You shook your head, pursing your lips and sniffling.

“Okay.” He sighed, resting a hand on your tight-clad thigh, “We’ll talk at home.”

The ride was quiet, Alfie’s playlist playing quietly through the speakers as you watched the country lanes zoom by as he drove home.

When he pulled up outside the grotto, he got out first, grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He opened the door for you and you got out, silent tears spilling down your cheeks.

Inside, he dumped your bag on the floor and embraced you. You broke down right there, sobbing tiredly into his arms. Alfie picked you up, helping you wrap your aching legs around his waist.

And he just held you.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t shush you. He didn’t try and calm you down. He just let you cry into his shoulder.

Sharp coughs and hiccups escaping your lips as you wailed, chin on his shoulder and eyes squeezed shut. You felt his arms running up and down your back, a subtle attempt to soothe whatever madness was corrupting your mind.

“Let’s run a bath.” Alfie muttered, carrying you to the bathroom.

He switched on the bath, letting it fill with water, while gently placing you on the counter.

“What happened?” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Hm? Why was today so bad?”

“I can’t do it.” You croaked, your head hung low. “I don’t know why.”

He picked your head up and grazed your nose with his, “That’s a lie. You can do it. You’ve been doing it for years. Today was just a little slip, that’s all, angel.”

“I couldn’t do my turns, my tricks were sloppy, I was rushed. I couldn’t breathe in there, Alf.” You whimpered, lower lip trembling viciously.

“Because you’re pushing yourself too much,” He told you, straight up but soft, “You gotta let yourself breathe every once in a while, baby, or you’re gonna burn out right before the competition. I’m telling you now, you’re doing fantastic. You need to stop putting all this pressure on yourself. You’re the best dancer on the team, if I do say so myself.”

“You’re biased.” You grumble.

“Maybe so.” He shrugged, “But I’m honest. There’s a reason you have a solo for a national qualifier. That’s massive, baby.”

“Generational.” You whispered, a slight smile on your face.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yes. Generational.”

Once the bath was filled, Alfie threw in a couple handfuls of bath salts and then helped you remove your clothes, picking you up and putting you in the water, then doing the same for himself.

You sat straddling his lap, hands resting on his shoulders, his on your waist. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just … intimate. You were chest-to-chest, his rising and falling against yours with heavy breaths.

He ran his hands up your back and arms, he helped you soak and wash your hair. He caressed your skin softly, laying the occasional kiss to your collarbone or neck. His thumbs worked the knots out of your shoulders and along your spine. You let out sharp gasps at the initial pain, ones that faded into delicate moans at the final relief.

“You’re doing so well, angel.” He hummed once your back was to his chest, his voice rumbling against your skin, “You’re going to pass the qualifiers, then you’re going to win nationals, and I’m gonna be watching with a big, cheesy fuckin’ grin lookin’ like a right weirdo ‘coz all the men there are dads.”

You giggled, the water rippling around your bodies.

“But I’m gonna be there. And I’m gonna be so proud.” Alfie pressed a kiss to your temple. “I already am.”

It took a lot, but once you’d gotten out of the warm, intimate atmosphere of the bath, you’d dressed yourself in underwear and a pair of tiny shorts, too lazy to put a shirt on. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still slumped from overexertion.

He took a towel to your hair, rubbing it as dry as possible for you, all while you sat there, enjoying the personal attention. He rubbed your body moisturiser into your skin, adding extra to all the places he’d seen you do numerous times before.

He kissed your shoulders and pulled you into his arms under the covers, letting your cheek stay smushed against his chest. His large fingers traced shapes along the expanse of your back, his other hand holding yours that was splayed across his abdomen.

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No but am i fucked for wanting a fic with george where reader is his dance partner now 🫣

absolutely not. i am 100% thinking of doing something like this but i have many other requests to work through but i shall (hopefully) get back to you soon anon😝😝

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Hello I was wondering if you could please write George Clarke when y/n goes golfing with him maybe be a fluff love your writing

writing this made me realise that i haven’t written fluff in a while and it was so cute! thank you for this request xx

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GOLFING ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you and george go for a date golfing, even though it’s not your speciality notes : i’m gonna try and get lots of fics out today because i’ve got nothing to do lol content : established relationship ,, suggestive comments ,, a significant lack of how golf works taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @luvdixon @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @bambidollstar

─────── IT WAS A beautiful day. The sun was shining and sending down burning rays. You originally were just on a walk in the local park, holding hands, cracking jokes and taking awful pictures of each other that will never see the light of day again.

When you got back to the apartment, you collapsed onto the sofa, feeling overly warm and sweaty. However, you didn’t want to waste the unusually hot day away.

“Do you want to go out? I dunno, there’s a golf course a few minutes away. Get an uber, then go out for dinner?” George offered, resting his head in your lap as he scrolls on his phone.

“George … think about the words you just said. You want me to go and play golf?” You snorted, running your hands through his hair.

“I’ll teach you.” He said. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a little uniform.”

You rolled your eyes, gently slapping his forehead, “It’s literally a skirt and a t-shirt. I wear that at least once a week.”

“Are you going to keep complaining? Or should I book this uber?” He asked sassily, making you gasp in fake offence.

“Okay, book it, I’ll go put a skirt and vest on.” You huffed, sitting up.

You changed into a white skort and a pink and white striped vest that you’d bought from Ralph Lauren as a little gift for yourself. You threw on some New Balances just in time as George said the uber was ready.

When you got to the course, you rented some equipment as you didn’t own any yourself. You got in the cabby and drove to where he said. You thought if you couldn’t play any golf, you might as well drive around. Besides, it was quite fun.

At the first hole, he set up the ball on the tee and you handed him a club. He shifted it around in his hands momentarily before lining it up.

You sat on the cart, eyebrows furrowed from the sunlight in your eyes. You watched with curious intent as he reared his arms back and swung forwards, smacking the ball through the air.

“You don’t even know where it’s gone.” You scoffed.

“You’re gonna go and get it.” He joked, but you didn’t catch on.

Your face fell, “What?”

“I’m joking, love!” He threw his head back laughing, “We’ll go and find them when we move. Your turn.”

You got up, taking a golf club and standing in front of the tee awkwardly.

George stood behind you, making sure you were side-on and gripping it right. He slid his hands along your arms teasingly, and you knew he was just doing it to get a rise out of you.

“George.” You grumbled under your breath.

“What? You don’t like it?” He smirked, breath filtering across your skin as his lips grazed your earlobe. “Shoulders set, feet planted.” He guided you through it, hands covering yours as you swung.

The ball flew through the air, landing somewhere in the distant among the neatly cut grass.

“Good job!” He cheered, turning you around and hugging you. “Now try yourself.”

You shot him a side-eyed glare whilst he set up the second ball for you.

“Remember, feet planted, swing back. Eyes on the ball.” He said, leaning against the cart as you swung lightly and then reared back to hit it into the air.

You completely missed, your golf club digging into the grass right before the tee. Your head shot to his and he had his lips pursed, trying to hold back a laugh.

“George!” You whined as he started cackling.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He giggled, standing up to get beside you.

“I can’t do it.”

“Can’t doesn’t exist.” He tutted putting another ball down and taking the club off of you.

“You sound like a primary school teacher.” You glared, sitting in the golf cart.

He swung his bat, hitting the golf ball off again. He gave his joking laugh, putting his finger to his lip and prancing around like a little show off.

“Oh, look at me go!” He chuckled.

“I hate you.” You said sarcastically, “Next one?”

“Yes, my lovely, next hole.” He winked, getting in beside you.

The rest of the golf trip continued, and you couldn’t even catch up to his score. Occasionally you would hit the ball, other times you wouldn’t and then whine at him again.

He kept trying to help you, but you were slowly giving up.

“This is awful,” You muttered, having decided to keep yourself in the cart, scrolling on your phone as he kept hitting balls.

“You are tanning in the sun, scrolling on Instagram. How is this awful?” He asked, using the club to lean on and look at you.

“I don’t like doomscrolling like a weirdo in public.”

“Should we go for lunch?” He suggested then, noting how you were only putting up with the golf for his sake.

“Let me try one more time.” You said, feeling bad for dampening his experience.

You took a ball and set it on the tee, positioning yourself how you’d seen George do on numerous points during the day. You swung back and then forwards, firing the ball up and forth.

You gaped, turning to meet his gaze. He had a proud smile on his face as he clapped. You dropped the club and threw yourself at him. He laughed, catching you around the waist as your legs latched around his hips.

“I did it!” You cheered excitably, “I actually did it!”

He spun you around and you screamed.

“Nice shot!” He patted your bottom before putting you down. “Wanna carry on?”

“No.” You said immediately. “I want food. And a cocktail.”

“Yes ma’am.” He agreed.

There was a little cafe/ restaurant attached to the golf club that you decided to occupy for a little while. You ordered an afternoon tea set that was full of little sandwiches and savoury snacks, having a cocktail to yourself and George had a beer. It was a perfect day out. No vlogging, no making content, no one running up to you begging for photos. Just a little moment away from everyone and everything for you two to enjoy each other’s presence.

He took a few photos of you in the cafe, some of them unprompted and catching you off guard (specifically that one of you with a tea cake shoved in your mouth, your cheek bulging from the food in it).

yourusername posted a story !

‘ just some afternoon tea bits with georgie x ‘

georgeclarkeey posted a story !

‘ i think she liked it / yourusername ‘

you replied

you: bruh😐

george: love you xx

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what do you MEAN george is going on strictly IM ACTUALLY SO SHOCKED😭😭😭 he’s gone so far in the past year i’m so proud but also LMFAOOO. defo locking in for that🙏🏼🙏🏼

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chris x reader where during an argument he accidentally hits her and reader leaves the house and its during george's twitch stream so the chat hears it and everyone starts calling chris an abusive bf and everyone like his friends starts to think of him weird, like arthur tv cant believe that this is the same guy he went to school with or like sidemen boys cant believe thet this is the fan boy who wanted to make vids with them maybe even shannon gets weirded out about this and she talks about it with mia and becky

hey, thank you for sending in the request, i did see it yesterday when you sent it in too but i wasn’t quite too sure how to reply lol. i completely understand the part of accidentally hitting someone if he’s being really animated with his hands but i wouldn’t feel comfortable writing him being villainised by the viewers, if that makes sense? it’s just not a scenario i’d like to imagine chris being in especially if it was an accident lmfao

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IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS ALL DAY UGH THR WRITING

London's Fallen Angel

george clarke x singer!reader

george clarke x fem!reader angst, smau (good ending happens i promise)

summary: after a year of being in isolation, you come out with an entire album detailing your year after the breakup 

contains: angst, alcohol, drinking, mentions of substance abuse and drugs, mentions of health issues, mentions of abuse and toxic relationships, mentions of cheating, unwanted pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mental health, discussion of mortality 

notes: sorry if the pacing is weird or kind of all over the place. lowkey accidentally pulled an all nighter while writing this i got too invested oops. also the context and build up is a lot ik soz. any feedback is appreciated 

word count: 9.9k+ (oops)

In the several months you dated, you never confirmed or denied your relationship with George publicly. You both agreed to keep your relationship private and between close friends, but fans were quick to speculate and continued to ship you together. 

It started with an argument about work-life balance, that both of you seemed to never be able to make time for each other. Something about how you felt like you were a burden in the relationship. You slowly began to shut him out, and he took notice. Everyone did. When you refused to let him back in, that’s when you both agreed to end things for the better. You hated to admit it, but the break up completely broke you. 

You waited for people to reach out to you after your break up with George, to check in on you. But no one did. Your shared group of friends seemed to have picked George’s side, despite your break up being mutual.  

You made the mistake of scrolling through George’s tagged photos one night. That’s when you saw it. Photos and videos of George with a new girl. And you couldn’t miss the eerie resemblance you and her had. But in your eyes, she was somehow you but more. She was you but with everything you never had. She was absolutely gorgeous, drop-dead beautiful, everything you couldn’t be. He found someone who was a better version of you. 

You saw the twitter posts, the tiktok edits, the reddit threads, the comments under your instagram posts, all the discussions speculating your relationship and breakup and what you were supposedly up to. 

userone anyone notice the lack of y/n in videos lately?  usertwo does anyone know what happened to y/n? we haven’t heard about her in a while  userthree what happened to yourusername?  userfour i think y/n and george broke up. she’s not in videos anymore 

During the first few months, you drank so frequently that the stench of vomit and alcohol lingered in your room. Bottles littered your bedroom floor. Loneliness was your closest friend now. 

Everyone else went about like nothing ever happened, including George. They continued to post and go on with their lives. 

Shortly after your breakup, you met a guy, Zach– another influencer. You let him post about you, tag you in photos, and people ate up whatever crumbs of your existence they could find. You desperately hoped that he would be able to fill the hole left by your last relationship. 

So for three months, you went radio silent. Your socials were inactive, including your youtube channel, even your alt accounts and backups. 

To the outside world, maybe you were just taking a break. Maybe you were dead. Little did anyone know death was closer to the truth. 

The diagnosis was another hit to your fragile state. Maybe this would finally be the end. 

It started with one song, as you thought about where it all started to go wrong– your break up with George. The break up felt like it was years ago, yet you felt all the same emotions bubbling back up like it was yesterday. 

“So I’ll dance with your ghost in the living room 

And I’ll play the piano alone 

But I’m too scared to delete all our videos 

‘Cause it’s real once everyone knows” 

Your health was hanging on by a thread. You continued to go through weeks of treatment alone. Zach hadn’t cared enough to check in person with you, off to another influencer trip. Lonelier and weaker than ever, you couldn’t even touch your phone to see if anyone was checking in on you. 

Anytime you came home, he made you feel like a monster. Simply existing put him off. 

Then the rumors caught up to you. It only took some of his friends and some pictures to confirm that he was cheating on you. An argument ensued and you broke things off from him. 

You began writing more and more songs, songs that you decided would go into a goodbye album. Your last message to the world for everything you had been put through. If you weren’t going to die from this illness, you’d end up dying of your own volition. 

The next few months passed and you were done with treatment. Like a miracle had happened, you were cured. Your album was nearly complete. But you weren’t going to die, not by this illness that had occurred. But you didn’t want to die by your own volition. You didn’t want to die. That was new. 

It had been nearly a year since your break up with George. Your lonely heart still yearned for him but you couldn’t bear to see how he and your friends were doing without you. 

Your album was complete. It became the very thing that saved your life. 

You were dropping a music video tonight. For the first time in almost a year, the people were hearing from you again. 

You sat on your living room sofa, anxiously waiting for the video to premiere. You logged back into all your social media accounts, before deciding that Instagram was going to be where you would be posting. You had a few things you needed to talk about. 

Of course, you saw the comments and posts about your last relationship. People quickly caught on that you had broken up a while ago. But there were even more comments about your radio silence and disappearance. 

You made a story with a link to the music video. 

yourusername added to their story! 

“i’m sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for several months. the past year has been one of the most difficult for me, and i don’t mean that lightly. this song that i’m dropping tonight, along with the other songs in this album, were written because of the trauma i’ve faced, and i’m finally telling my story. hope you understand and enjoy the music video and my new song ‘Lucky’ x”  Attached: link 

You saw the way people were quick to start speculating online. You were surprised at the amount of people that were viewing your story, watching and listening. A small part of you thought that they had all forgotten about you and moved on, like how your friends did. 

userone HOLY SHIT SHE’S BACK ???  ↳ usertwo dude we are getting fed  usertwo “i shaved my head four times because i wanted to / and i did it one more time because i got sick” oh my god </3  userthree oh my god how much pain was she in  ↳ usertwo “then i left the doctor’s office full of tears / and i told everybody i was fine for a whole damn year / and that’s the biggest lie of my career” i wanna hug her so bad  userfour after a year she drops a fucking BANGER  userfive “And I thought I changed so much, nobody would notice it / And no one did” OHHHH MY GOD  usersix we’re so lucky to have her what the fuck  userseven we thought that she died and she actually almost did?? 

The days after your phone was blowing up from notifications, people tagging you in edits, using your song in their posts and stories, comments on your music video. You were mindlessly scrolling through the notifications when one caught your eye. 

jamesmarriottyt liked your story. 

It was from the day you released Lucky. Then you saw the Instagram DM notification. 

[yourusername] James Marriott 

I’m sorry that you’ve been going through so much this past year. Your song and the music video were incredibly well-done, excited for the full album <3 

You stared at the message for a bit, contemplating your response. Eventually, you settled on liking his message and moving on. 

You waited a couple of weeks to drop the next song, though you were eager to just release the entire album as soon as you could. 

yourusername added to their story! 

“yall are insane, i really didn’t expect this much support but ily guys so much  it really means a lot that you guys are tuning in so heres ‘In The Kitchen’ x”  Attached: link 

userone OMG SHE’S DROPPING MORE?? is this song about george???  ↳ usertwo no fucking way we havent seen them interact in almost a year  usertwo dude this whole album is gonna be insane  userthree she drops two whole songs with music videos after a YEAR we are getting fed  userfive “but i’m too scared to delete all our videos / ‘cause it’s real once everyone knows” OH MY GODDDD  usertwo bro i can’t imagine how heartbroken she was to write this  userfour is this song about her breakup with Zach?  ↳ userone i wanna believe that this is about george the actor’s resemblance to george feels like it was on purpose  ↳ userthree pretty sure that’s George’s shirt she’s wearing at 1:35  usersix dude the actor looks so much like george this has to be about him  userseven is this confirming that y/n and george broke up a year ago?  usersix DUDE she’s literally wearing George’s shirt in the music video 

You were amused at how many people were able to catch on that your song was about George. You specially chose the male actor acting as “your boyfriend” who bore a striking resemblance to him– light brown mullet and muscular build, sad blue eyes. There were also a good number of people who caught the detail of you wearing George’s shirt in a few of the shots. 

In between releases, you checked who were viewing your stories and what people were posting using your songs. You liked a couple posts you were tagged in and stories of people using your songs. 

“Stream Lucky and In The Kitchen by @/yourusername !!!” 

You switched to YouTube to see what the comment sections were looking like. Before you could even go to the search bar, a video was recommended to you. A twitch highlight of someone reacting to your songs, uploaded 45 minutes ago. That someone was none other than George Clarkey. 

Acting on impulse, you went ahead and clicked on the video out of itching curiosity. 

“Alright chat, I’ll watch and react to Y/n’s newest music videos because you guys keep asking for it.” 

Your eyes were glued to your screen, watching him closely. You did your best to ignore the way your stomach flipped at hearing his voice, or the way you realized how much you missed hearing and seeing him. Now you felt like another fangirl watching him from a screen. 

“Alrighty, the first one we’re going to watch together is… Lucky. I believed she released this one first without any warning.” 

He let the video play and you could see his chat getting faster in the corner of the screen. You heard the instrumentals begin. 

“Everybody get in line 

And meet the girl who flew too high 

Does it all to be liked 

By strangers that she met online” 

You can see the chat speeding up, spamming the lyrics. Of course they’ve already memorized the lyrics. 

George looks focused, though you could tell he was trying his best to keep a neutral face. 

“By the way, chat,” George said, “I haven’t seen either of these music videos yet or listened to them.” 

“...When I die I won’t have time to spend my money

But I hope that you still love me” 

You watched closely at George’s reaction, if he had any. His brows were slightly furrowed at his screen as he watched. 

At this point in the music video, a younger version of yourself had walked off and an older pop-star version of yourself was singing. 

“‘Cause I’m so lucky, I’m a star

But I cry, cry, cry in my lonely heart thinkin’ 

If there’s nothin’ missin’ in my life 

Then why do these tears come at night?” 

The music video continued, and George’s expression never faltered. Though his chat continued to speed up and spam the lyrics. 

“I shaved my head four times because I wanted to 

And then I did it one more time ‘cause I got sick 

And I thought I’d change so much, nobody would notice it 

And no one did” 

You can see George’s face begin to soften a bit, the switch in tone of the lyrics catching him off guard. 

“Then I left the doctor’s office full of tears 

Almost a single mom at my premiere 

And I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year 

And that’s the biggest lie of my career” 

In the music video, you were sitting in the doctor’s office, with a needle in your arm and an IV in the background. 

George’s eyebrows were raised slightly, glancing at his twitch chat that was still going by quickly. 

“But I’m so lucky” 

He let the rest of the music video play until the end which showed your younger self and your current self on the swings next to each other, then flashing forward to the swing with your younger self being empty. 

George was quiet for a bit before he spoke again. “Alright, next one.” 

He pulled up the music video for In The Kitchen, making some joke about you being in the kitchen but you were still thinking about his reaction to the bridge of Lucky. Did he have any other expectations of what you’ve been up to for the past year? 

Then you heard the beginning of the In The Kitchen music video drawing you back into what was on screen. 

“Women are impossible to control these days.

Whatever happened to staying in the kitchen?” 

“That’s literally what I said, chat!” George says, his eyes glancing at his chat. 

He’s quickly brought back by the sound of your dramatic but brief screaming and crying in the music video, which is quickly cut off by the beginning of the song. 

“When I walk in the kitchen 

My heart hits the floor

‘Cause it’s you that I’m missing 

I still see a vision of us cooking dinner 

And you holding me from behind” 

Then he sees it. The actor that’s playing him. In the music video, it cuts between you and “George” dancing around in the kitchen, cooking together, feeding each other, and holding each other. 

“Now it’s just me 

And a hundred square feet of bittersweet memories 

Deleted the playlist 

But I still hear all your favorite melodies” 

“He kinda looks familiar, doesn’t he, chat,” George tries to say casually, but you can see him trying to not show too much. His jaw is tense and his brows are furrowed slightly as he holds one hand under his chin. 

“Strangers to lovers to enemies” 

“Is that what everyone’s been quoting the past few days? Is this where that’s from?” 

“So I’ll dance with your ghost in the living room 

And I’ll play the piano alone” 

His eyes are back to watching the music video, which showed you and “George” dancing around a living room together. 

“But I’m too scared to delete all our videos 

‘Cause it’s real once everyone knows” 

George lets his expression falter again, caught off guard by the bluntness of the lyrics. He clearly knows that this is about him. His brows are slightly raised before he forces himself back into a poker face. 

“Could’ve at least shown me some decency 

Done me a favor and packed up your clothes” 

The music video showed a shot of you sitting on the floor, looking directly at the camera as you sang the lyrics, with mascara and all your eye makeup running down your face. Though the biggest detail that fans caught onto was what you were wearing, and George saw it too. You were wearing one of his shirts he had left behind at your flat. Everyone could tell it was his, it was big and oversized on you, drooping off your shoulders and pooling into your lap and elbows. 

He never said anything but his reaction said enough. 

“Falling in love, no, it ain’t for the weak 

So don’t try this at home” 

You decided to stop watching from there. You’ve seen enough. You knew what parts were coming up and that George had seen and heard them live on stream. 

You checked your notifications one last time to see someone comment something before putting your phone away: 

userone y/nclarkey crumbs ! 

Another two weeks passed as you wanted to release the next song. 

yourusername added to their story! 

“another song dropping tonight with a music video  thank you for the overwhelming support on the last one, it really means a lot. this album might be some of my best work and it really means a lot to be seen and heard enjoy ‘Without Me’ <3”  Attached: link 

userone oh we are getting FED by mother  usertwo ok no way this one’s also about george  ↳ userthree different actor for this music video, think this one’s about zach  userthree “and then i got you off your knees / put you right back on your feet / just so you could take advantage of me” HOLY SHIT  userone so are we not gonna talk about how she was literally wearing george’s shirt in the last music video and he reacted to it  userfour i wanna give her a hug so bad she sounds like she’s been through so much :(  userfive “you don’t have to say just what you did / i had to go and find out from them” OH SHIT  ↳ userthree does this mean the cheating rumors were true  ↳ userone no way george cheated on her  ↳ userthree no this ones definitely about zach, there’s so much proof he cheated while they were together  usersix can’t believe people are still talking about george when they haven’t interacted in like a year 

The actor choice for Without Me did not go unnoticed by your fans, who saw the resemblance to your last ex. More people were catching on about George’s shirt in the In The Kitchen music video and talking about how George reacted to it on stream. 

Another couple of weeks passed before you decided to drop one last song before you were going to release the entire album next month. 

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"last song with a music video dropping tonight  the past few weeks have been some of the best in a long time, and i’m excited to share the entire album with everyone. this next song is one that i wrote after a traumatic experience that i wasn’t sure i’d ever talk about publicly  heres ‘Snow Angel’" Attached: link 

userone oh she ate with this one  usertwo so what is this one about?  ↳ userthree i’m guessing drug use? cocaine maybe? that’s what i’m interpreting rn  userthree is no one gonna talk about the bridge ?? holy shit  userfour “i met a boy, he broke my heart / i blame him ‘cause it’s easier / but i still look for him in her” oh my godddd  userfive “feel the tip of my nose / it’s burning but it’s ice-cold” anyone else getting the vibe that she’s talking about drug addiction?  ↳ userone this one’s def more cryptic than the last two songs  ↳ usersix i’m scared if she’s talking about doing cocaine  userseven “the season’s change, addiction’s strange / i loved back then what i hate today” god this might be some of her heaviest lyrics other than lucky 

You were purposefully cryptic in the lyrics for Snow Angel, and honestly you liked leaving things up for interpretation. It felt good to finally start opening up again, getting things out there. You restrained from directly replying to fans, not ready to fully put yourself out there. Not yet. 

The week before you were dropping the full album you decided to drop a teaser on your instagram story. 

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“London’s Fallen Angel  1. Only Living Girl in London  2. Lucky  3. Letter to God  4. Panic Attack  5. In The Kitchen  6. Life of the Spider (Draft)  7. Lonely is the Muse  8. Dog Years  9. Darwinism  10. Snow Angel  11. Arsonist 12. Hopeless  13. Die 4 Me  14. Ego  15. Without Me  16. I Never Loved You  17. Hurt Feelings  18. The End  19. You should be sad  20. 929  21. The Great Impersonator  full album drops next week, here’s the pre-save link x”  Attached: link 

You kicked your feet a little, eager to release the album that took you a year to work on. You felt that bubble of excitement and anxiety in your stomach. This album would expose some of your vulnerable moments. These songs were much more raw than anything you’ve ever written, but it was all you. 

You saw fans immediately speculating based on the tracklist, analyzing the song titles and order. 

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userone OMG she came back when we needed her the most 

usertwo SHE’S BACK !!! NOBODY MOVE

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userthree an entire album of 21 songs is insane 

↳ userone she’s feeding us good after leaving us in the dark for months 

userfour oh my god i have no one to talk to about this 

userfive she cooked a banger for us 

usersix WE LOVE YOU HOLY SHIT 

userone dude holy fuck i just finished listening to LFA and cried   ↳ usertwo she did not need to cook that hard wtf  ↳ userthree i cried during ‘the end’ dude  userfour man i just wanna give y/n a hug this album is so heavy  ↳ usertwo i can’t believe she hid so much from us for an entire year

 

userone ok so it’s pretty obvious that she’s talking about george and zach in LFA. like she’s clearly talking about two different men/exes based on the music videos for in the kitchen and without me  ↳ usertwo in the kitchen and hopeless are clearly about george. without me, arsonist, life of the spider, die 4 me, you should be sad, and 929 are all about zach  ↳ userthree i never loved you and panic attack sound like they could be about either of them. same for lonely is the muse  ↳ userone i think the end could also be about george 

userone “i came around, i figured out, should follow my gut / i don’t play anymore, i went through your phone / and called the girls in your dms and look all them home” is an absolutely crazy line it’s confirmed that she got cheated on  ↳ usertwo thought her getting cheated on was confirmed when without me dropped  ↳ userthree die 4 me has to be about zach no way its about george  ↳ userfour yall crazy for still bringing up george btw 

userone no one gonna talk the ivory powder line 929? “lost the love of my life to an ivory powder”  ↳ usertwo 929 confirmed the rumors that zach did coke  ↳ userone are we sure the “love of my life” isn’t referring to george  ↳ usertwo there’s been rumors for a while that zach did coke i think y/n’s confirming that it’s true bc she witnessed it firsthand  ↳ userthree maybe we were right about snow angel being about cocaine 

userone lonely is the muse has to be my favorite from LFA so far she really cooked with this album 

userone “no my father isn’t dead but it don’t feel like he’s still here” shoutout to y/n for having daddy issues and being able to write about it for the rest of us with daddy issues 

userone “im so glad i never ever had a baby with you / ‘cause you can’t love nothing unless there’s something in it for you” omg she did not hold back with these songs i love her  ↳ usertwo i like the idea that you should be sad is her telling her ex that he should be sad 

userone did anyone else cry listening to life of the spider for the first time?? she literally sounded like she was on the verge of tears singing it  ↳ usertwo so many of the songs sound so raw but life of the spider did smth to me 

userone okay guys which song from LFA made yall cry while listening for the first time? it was letter to god for me  ↳ usertwo it was life of the spider for me  ↳ userthree it was the end for me 

userone the great impersonator is being slept on like “this is a cry for help, calling for assistance / but you can’t tell i need it when you’re watching from a distance”  ↳ usertwo “and the girl inside is waving, but the people just applaud her” to think that she was just suffering in silence this past year :(  ↳ userthree i can’t believe more people aren’t talking about the great impersonator “does a story die with its narrator” 

userone everyone talking about the ivory powder line in 929 but no one’s talking about the rest of the song??? “because nobody loves you, they just try to fuck you / then put you on a feature on the b-side”  ↳ usertwo “and who do you call when it’s late at night / when the headlines just don’t paint the picture right / when you look at yourself on a screen and say / “oh my god, there’s no way that’s me”  ↳ userthree honestly think 929 might be the most raw song in the album 

You were nervous about this podcast interview. 

You were going to be properly seen online for the first time in a year, but you were finally going to be telling the full story and talking about your album in its full context. 

You tapped your fingers on your leg anxiously as you waited to be drilled with questions. 

The podcast interview went better than you could’ve expected. The hosts were lovely and seemed genuinely interested in your story and wanted you to talk about your experiences comfortably. 

“I wrote this album because I genuinely thought that I was gonna die. From this disease, suicide, or that my toxic ex would come to my place and kill me himself while he was on his substances. But this album ended up saving my life, and I hope that in some way it can maybe help someone else out there. This album was my way of tackling all the trauma and pent up feelings I kept bottled up for years. This is probably the most raw and vulnerable I’ve ever been publicly. It’s just me, this album.” 

People were quick to post clips and snippets of your interview online and discuss them. You saw most of it on twitter. 

The amount of support you received was overwhelming, but it felt like a huge weight was finally lifted off your back. You were finally free. You were seen, you were heard, and you were loved. 

userone “I didn’t think that there was anything left for me. Everything and everyone that I had loved was gone for a year. And in that year I had no one to confide in.” I can’t believe she went through so much without telling anyone :(  ↳ usertwo y/n deserves everything oh my god  ↳ userthree she sounds like she really needs a hug  ↳ userfour i wanna hug her so badly 

userone “To all my friends, current or former, that want to reach out to me now or feel sorry for me, just know that I don’t blame anyone. No one could’ve known, because I never told anyone anything until now.” I hope she knows she deserves everything  ↳ usertwo god she’s so sweet :( she doesn’t hold grudges against anyone despite what so many people put her through  ↳ userthree dude if i was her id be so fucking mad at the fake ass bitches that left me alone on the bathroom floor or the motherfucker that cheated while i was sick like wtf 

userone “I know there’s the obvious question that everyone wants to know. Obviously, I talked about two different exes in this album. One of which was the one who was toxic, cheated on me, a general piece of shit during my year offline. But the other one was sort of the starting point of when my life sort of went downhill. We were together for almost a year and we broke up on mutual terms. I distanced myself for two months and in those two months no one reached out to me. I saw everyone going about their lives as if I was never a part of it and felt that I shouldn’t try to insert myself back in. It felt like they had somehow chosen his side, despite there not really being any side to choose from our break up because it was mutual. And I know that I’m not a saint, I could’ve reached out. But I was so afraid to lose even more than I already have.” so we were right about her talking about two different men  ↳ usertwo so it IS about george and zach  ↳ userthree WE WERE RIGHT  ↳ userfour yall crazy 

userone “Of course, this album discusses a lot of trauma and I mentioned it a lot when I was announcing my comeback and dropping the singles. Snow Angel was the one song that was a little more vague and for a while I left it up for people to have their own interpretation on what the song meant. I wrote Snow Angel to try to understand my feelings around a specific traumatic experience I had before the first break up. I was drugged while out at a party with some shady friends. I woke up alone on a hotel bathroom floor, half-dressed and two unread texts from those friends assuming that I went home early. No one came looking for me. Safe to say I don’t talk to those people anymore. Snow Angel is also about my alcohol addiction after my first break up. I shut everyone out because I was afraid of speaking about it. I was scared, angry, ashamed, embarrassed. That incident was really what started this all. And I drank frequently to try to suppress the feelings, just wanted to feel numb.”  ↳ usertwo oh my god that is so scary i glad that she’s able to talk about it now  ↳ userthree i can’t imagine being in her situation holy shit  ↳ userfour she’s so brave for speaking up 

userone “Pregnancy and being a mother has been one of my biggest fears, especially at a time like this and at the age that I am right now. I found out that I was pregnant the same I was diagnosed. Even though I barely had any control on the situation, I miscarried and yet I felt some level of guilt. What made things worse is that he– my toxic ex– made me feel like a monster for it. It wasn’t my choice and he still blamed me for it.” she’s so valid and i can’t believe he made her feel guilty for something that wasn’t her fault!!  ↳ usertwo i feel so seen, pregnancy and motherhood is also a big fear of mine but its never taken seriously when you’re in your teens or in your 20s :( everyone always says “just wait! you’ll change your mind!” no tf i wont!!! 

userone “Yes, I did get cheated on while I was going through treatment.” dude. what  ↳ usertwo cheating on your partner is already crazy. cheating on them while they’re going through serious health issues is insane  ↳ userthree the audacity he had. he didn’t even bother to visit her while she was in the hospital and went on a brand trip??  ↳ userfour the fact that he was cheating on her on that brand trip while she was in the hospital too 

userone “It’s crazy how long it can take for you to realize that you were in a horrible situation. It took me so long to realize how shitty the relationship was and really think about the shit he had put me through. Always made me feel like a burden. Constantly told me that I was too much. He would get really drunk and really high on certain nights and start throwing shit at me. He’d start grabbing me and throwing me around the room and I’d end up with cuts and bruises from being thrown across the floor or into furniture. Then he’d start threatening to kill me and trying to pin me down and I’d have to lock myself in the bathroom until he’d stop, which would be when he fell asleep. It was either that or we’d argue for hours.” i can’t believe she went through all of this and he had the audacity to treat her horribly  ↳ usertwo oh my god ??  ↳ userthree she’s actually a survivor and i’m so proud of her for making it through 

userone “I put up with so much because I thought that was what I deserved.” god i’m gonna cry she literally deserves the world  ↳ usertwo she actually deserves so much better than what she went through 

userone “I saw all the posts discussing my health, my disappearance, my relationships. Honestly I had been gone for so long and there was such an obvious elephant in the room that I was scared to try and come back casually. I felt that if I had tried to just start posting again like everything was normal people were going to make a big deal about it. And I’m well aware that me disappearing for a long time and then just dropping an entire album was anything but casual, but I feel like I’m justified with how much the universe put me through.” I guess the silver lining is that we got a banger album ..? but it sucks how much she had to go through to write all these songs :(  ↳ usertwo it’s so sad to hear her talk about how scary it felt for her to suddenly come back online and how people would hoard her with questions about george 

userone “What’s next for me? I guess we’ll just have to see. I’m already planning on posting more and I have some more songs in the works that I’m thinking about releasing soon.” she knows we were in a drought and she’s planning on feeding us  ↳ usertwo it’s crazy how she can still smile after everything, she deserves so much 

Of course, people continued to speculate, which didn’t really bother you that much. But you knew people were talking about your last ex, asking him questions about your relationship with him and his alleged drug use. 

You went onto instagram and saw people reposting his story. 

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“Y/n’s always been a lying slag. I cheated because I felt trapped in a one-sided relationship. She couldn’t do shit and she was never around to give me the attention I needed. I’ve never done drugs a single day in my life. That’s my side of the story for you nosey freaks that wanted to know.” 

Your stomach dropped at his statement, but it was what you expected from him. He was always like this. Never willing to listen and never wanting to change, always escalating things. 

userone always knew she was a clout chaser  usertwo makes sense that she would try to spin a narrative like this and then profit off of it  userthree grown ass woman being dramatic as always  userfour the album’s shit anyways. it’s so whiny 

Of course there were comments taking your side and supporting you. 

userone she didn’t even mention his name once and yet people have figured out who she was talking about. i think that says a lot  usertwo this is a crazy self-report. she never said his name but he knows she’s talking about him LMAO  userthree notice how he didn’t try to say she wasn’t talking about him. he admitted to cheating and tried to blame it on her  ↳ userfour also the whole “i’ve never done drugs a single day in my life” is so corny 

You threw your phone face-down onto your couch and sighed into your arm. You knew the negative things people were saying weren’t true. He wasn’t telling the truth to save his own ass. And that’s what you expected. You took a deep breath and sat up, looking towards your front door. 

It had been a while since you had properly been out, and it seemed that now was a good time to get some fresh air. 

You put some proper shoes on and a coat, walking out of your flat in the direction of your favorite coffee place– or rather, your old friends’ favorite coffee place. You were never a big fan of coffee but you enjoyed the environment and it was a favorite spot to meet up. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a familiar face as you walked past. You were only snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name called. 

“Y/n?” 

You stopped in your tracks, turning to see the source of the voice. You felt the air leave your body as you faced a familiar face. Chris. 

You stayed staring at Chris like a deer in the headlights for a couple seconds before he spoke up. 

“It’s been awhile.” He said cautiously with a small smile. “Congrats on the album.” 

You searched for any hostility in his voice, but found nothing. 

Feeling your throat closing up with anxiety, you manage a small “yeah” to Chris. 

You felt the sudden urge to run away or into oncoming traffic, your fingers twitched nervously against your sides. You weren’t quite ready to run into someone you knew, like Chris. 

Chris seemed to see your nervousness as he spoke gently like you were a scared animal. “We really miss you, Y/n.” 

“I’m sorry, Chr-” You began, but Chris quickly cut you off. 

“No, Y/n. You don’t need to apologize. We just hope you’re doing okay now, but we really miss you.” 

They’ve seen everything. The music videos, the album, the interview. “I’m still sorry for not reaching out when I could’ve-” you tried. 

Chris cut you off again, “I’m sorry we never tried to reach out after the break up. We figured you needed space when you kept your distance. Then we saw you and him together, and we figured you had moved on, found new friends and started a new life. We didn’t know.” 

You fidgeted with your fingers, breaking eye contact with Chris, “I was scared to put myself back into a place where I didn’t belong. I saw how easily everyone moved on like I was never there and I decided that no one wanted to see me anymore.” 

Chris pulled you into a gentle hug, loose enough to allow you to pull away if you wanted. But you pulled him closer, yearning for any affection after being touch-starved for so long. “We’d love to have you come back,” Chris said softly. “We still care about you, you had us worried.” 

You ended up walking with Chris to his apartment, of which he shared with Arthur Hill and George. Chris didn’t get to knock when George suddenly appeared in the doorway, seeming to have expected Chris. 

“You forgot your wallet,” he said to Chris, not noticing you at first. 

Then as he handed Chris his wallet, his eyes landed on you. 

It felt like time had stopped. You felt vulnerable all over again under his gaze. 

Chris gave George a knowing look and began walking inside. “I think I should leave you two to talk.” 

The door closed as you and George continued to stare at each other in silence for a bit. 

And before you could get the first word out, George spoke. 

“I listened to your album. Listened to all of London’s Fallen Angel. Every single song. I saw what people were saying and commenting. I watched the music videos. I watched the interviews. I’m sorry.” His eyes softened while he looked at you, and you heard the sincerity in his voice. 

You sighed, looking down with guilt. “No one could’ve known. I logged out of all of my accounts and turned off my phone. I never told anyone until now.” 

“We tried to visit you at your flat but you weren’t there,” George said softly. “We used your spare key and it was just bottles everywhere. It was maybe two months after we broke up.” 

Your stomach twisted. “Must’ve been while I was dating Zach. I stayed at his place a lot.” You cringed at the thought that your friends saw your place in such a horrible and embarrassing state. 

George continued. “I tried to contact you. DM’s, text messages, calls, but you never responded.” His voice faltered towards the end. 

“…Must’ve been when I was in the hospital. Going through treatment. When I was physically at my worst.” You fidgeted with the sleeves of your coat, feeling vulnerable saying it out loud. “I’m sorry I never tried to reach out first in the beginning. All those months I could’ve tried reaching out first, but I didn't.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and you felt more ashamed admitting the truth to him. 

“We should’ve tried harder.” George’s voice was firm. “I thought… you were better off without us. Without me. Clearly not, and I’m sorry.” 

You didn’t have to say another word. The tears spilled out of you suddenly, and he was there to hold you like no time had passed. 

In your lonely heart, you still loved him. 

“We’re still here. And we still care about you.” 

George invited you inside, Chris and Arthur Hill in the living room on their phones. Hearing the door open and close, their attention turned to you. They both noticed the way you were holding hands with George. 

Arthur Hill stood up first and greeted you with a bone-crushing hug. “We’ve missed you so much, Y/n! The album is incredible!” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension in your body finally ease. 

You stayed the rest of the night, everything suddenly seeming lighter. You truly missed this– the banter, the jokes, the teasing. The conversations between the four of you felt easy, and for the first time in a year you felt whole again. 

You finally caught up with the rest of your friends, all of them greeting you with warm hugs and congratulating you on your album. Despite all the heavy themes of it, you found yourself smiling and laughing like the past year was a bad dream. This was celebrating your achievements, and making it through. 

Mr. Television was the first guest to enter the flat, followed by ItalianBach, immediately running to you and engulfing you in a hug. “It’s so long, Y/n. I’ve missed you so much!” You giggled in his embrace, “sorry about that.” 

“The album was an absolute banger,” ArthurTV said as he pulled away, letting Bach pull you into another hug. “I can’t lie, I cried listening to it for the first time.” 

You felt a shy smile tug at your lips. “Yeah, I’ve been told that quite a bit ever since I released it.” 

The next to people to show up were James and Will, to your surprise. James must’ve traveled all the way from Brighton. But you couldn’t help but light up from seeing them. They both immediately pulled you in. 

“Congrats on the album, Y/n,” James said first. “You really outdid yourself.” 

“The emotional journey it was,” Will said. “An absolute tear-jerker.” 

Some more familiar faces showed up and you felt like you belonged more than ever. This is what love felt like. The weight was finally off your shoulders, and you could enjoy being in the presence of people you loved. 

From a short distance, George watched you with a smile. 

People began funneling out near the end of the night. You said your goodbyes and it was just you, Chris, Arthur Hill, and George in the flat again. You figured it was your turn to leave, after helping them clean up. 

“I’ll walk you home,” George offered. 

You didn’t say another word, just nodded and smiled. 

The walk back to your apartment was in comfortable silence. Walking besides George brought you back to when you were still together, how he’d walk with you after a night out at the pub. Or after a ridiculous golf pub video that ended with you barely able to walk in a straight line. 

“What you thinking about right now?” George suddenly asked. He must’ve noticed your deep thinking face, he always did. 

You felt yourself being honest with him. “Just how familiar this feels.” 

You reached the door to your flat, inviting George inside. He went in without another thought. You took your shoes off and threw most of your belongings onto the nearest table. You plopped onto your sofa on your stomach, George following beside you. 

You felt his eyes linger on you as you went to look up at him. There was one last thing that weighed on you that you had kept in the back of your mind while you reunited with your friends. “I guess we should have a serious conversation, now.” 

George seemed to have understood what you meant, his eyes softening. “I hope you know that I missed you just as much as you did.” 

You looked away, your arm hanging off the side of the sofa. “Did you try to find someone to fill the hole, like I did?” You thought back to the photo of George with a new girl right after your breakup. 

George chuckled quietly. “I kept looking for you in other people. It’s embarrassing– I treated her like she was another you.” 

He ran his fingers through your hair, something that always made you relax. You closed your eyes slightly at the touch. “I also thought that you were better off without me,” you admitted, one hand reaching to him. “I always felt like I was too much.” 

George held your hand in his lap, lightly stroking your fingers. “We both handled things poorly, but I just wished you’d let me in. What happened that night wasn’t your fault.” He was referring to the night you were drugged. “I still love and care about you all the same. It hurt when you’d shut down, shut me out.” 

You felt your throat closing up a bit as he spoke, the memories flooding back. “I didn’t know how to feel, how to handle it, how to talk about it,” you said quietly. “We were both busy with work, and I felt like I would be too much to handle. I felt like a burden.” 

George’s hands tightened slightly around yours, “You are never too much. I still love you, Y/n. I want us to try again, but I need you to let me in.” 

He paused as you shifted to look up at him. His blue eyes looking at you with the kind of softness you missed. “You are so incredibly strong and brave. Everything that has happened, I feel more in love with you than ever. But I want to be there for you.” He pulled your hand closer to his chest. “You know I’ll always support you. If you can let me in– no matter what happens, I want to be with you through it all.” 

You finally sat up, shifting closer to him. “We can try again,” your voice barely above a whisper. “And I promise to let you in.” You held both of his hands, gripping them tightly. “I promise.” 

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userone goddammit she did it again another banger  usertwo OOOOH this is so good  userthree she’s treating us too good 

You smiled at your phone, seeing people reacting to you dropping more music. You were nestled up against George, who was sitting beside you with one arm wrapped around your shoulder. He viewed your story and liked it on his phone. “You still never told me what this one was about,” he teased, pressing a kiss into your temple. George was one of the people you allowed to hear the song before you released it. 

“I thought it was obvious,” you giggled at his touch. “It’s about you.” 

“Really?” George continued to tease, his eyebrows raised. “I never would’ve guessed.” He wrapped his arm around you more, shifting your head to be pressed up against his chest. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, leaning into his chest. 

His bicep was right in front of your face and you couldn’t help but give into the temptation of biting it gently. George reacted and loosened his arm around you slightly, chuckling. “You’ve been doing that a lot recently.” 

“I’ve always wanted to. Was just scared to before.” The admission was light, being with George made everything feel easy. 

He hummed at your response, wrapping his arm around you again. “So are you just dropping singles for the time being? Or what’s the plan?” His other arm wrapped around your waist and his hand rested on your arm. 

“They’re all gonna be a part of the deluxe album coming up,” you smiled against his arm. “Polishing up original versions of songs, songs that didn’t make the album, extended versions. Thinking maybe seven songs are gonna be added to the deluxe album.” 

“That’s quite a lot,” George remarked, impressed with the quantity of music you managed to pump out. 

“Got a lot of feelings.” 

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userone ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER ???  usertwo Y/NCLARKEY CRUMBS? NO ONE MOVE  userthree wait is this song about him  userfour WHO

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You were sitting between George and ArthurTV on the couch at the Clarke-Dixon-Hill flat, with Arthur Hill and Chris sitting on the other sofa chairs when you posted your story. You giggled quietly, kicking your feet a bit, seeing the reaction of your fans. 

The boys all noticed your reaction and George raised an eyebrow before you saw them all get a notification on their phones. 

“Oh my god,” Arthur Hill said, viewing your story. “How are you still releasing new music? Right after an album?” 

“Y/n fans are staying well-fed,” George said proudly. His arm that rested on the back of the couch behind you shifted and his hand squeezed your shoulder. 

You smiled as you continued reading the replies to your story, “They have no idea what’s coming. 

Then you saw that Chris tagged you in his story. 

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It was a photo Chris just took of you on the couch between George and ArthurTV, giggling as you scrolled on your phone. 

You had to laugh. “Can’t let them know my next move.” 

“At this rate you’re making people expect you to drop whenever with no warning,” ArthurTV said. 

George turned more towards you as you leaned into him. “So what’s this one about? You didn’t let me listen to it beforehand.” 

“Oh so he gets to listen to your music before it drops. But I– another musician– can’t?” Arthur Hill said in mock offense. 

“Jealous?” you teased, letting your smile slip through. 

You were sitting on George’s bed while he was editing a video at his desk. His eyes were glued to his desktop screen as you sat scrolling on your phone. 

He suddenly turned his chair around to look at you. “I listened to it.” 

You looked up at him, confused. “What?” 

“I listened to Easier than Lying. Looked at the lyrics.” He pulled his headphones off, “You never said what it was about.” 

You set your phone down and readjusted your position slightly. You didn’t need to say anything, because George said it himself. “It’s about Zach, isn’t it?” 

Hearing your ex’s name made you uneasy, but it was the truth. “Yeah. It was one of the songs I never finished when I was making London’s Fallen Angel. I didn’t really feel like talking about it out there while we were still in a good mood.” 

You looked away as you fiddled with the sleeves of George’s hoodie you were wearing. “It’s also partially about you,” you confessed. “The bridge. ‘Losing you is easier than lying to myself that you love me.’ I was thinking about you when I wrote it. When we first broke up I thought that losing you was better than trying to convince myself that I was worthy and capable of being loved.” You bit the inside of your cheek a little, knowing how well George could read through you. 

“I understand.” George paused, “I’m proud of you.” 

You looked back up at him, smiling a little. “You keep telling me.” 

“Because I am.” George stood up and walked over to the bed. “It’s true.” He smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed, putting a hand on your thigh. “You’re braver and stronger than you think. You’re loved more than you know.” 

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It felt good to be back filming with people on camera. Will invited you to record with him for his second channel, mentioning something about opening packages from Amazon. You agreed, preparing for the day when you’d come down to the office. When you sat down in front of the cameras with Will, you felt yourself ease into the rhythm of filming. It felt like no time had passed since the last time you were on camera with a friend. 

You were invited back a few more times in the following weeks, occasionally seeing Will and James filming as you watched from behind the cameras with the rest of Will’s production team. 

You were on George’s stream, along with Chris and Arthur Hill, laughing as you walked in on an argument about the cost of cows. 

“Y/n!” George called out to you. “How much does a cow cost?” 

You walked into frame, standing behind the three. “‘bout a thousand-two,” you said without missing a beat. 

“So tell me how Chris thought a cow costs 300,000 pounds,” Arthur Hill laughed, pointing at Chris. 

You continued to stand as you pulled out your phone, searching up the answer out of curiosity. “Have you guys even tried to look it up?” 

“We literally looked it up but Chris refuses to believe us!” George said, pointing at one of his monitors. A tab was open on Google with the search bar reading ‘how much does a cow cost’ and the results popped up with a highlighted ‘between $2,000 and $3,000.’  

You gave a judgemental look to Chris. You stood near George, who was sitting in his chair that was slightly off to the side and turned towards you. “The answer is literally online, how are you still arguing about it?” 

Arthur leaned in to read George’s twitch chat. “Dude, if you can show me one cow that’s worth 300,000 pounds I will leave.” 

“Wait,” you said, coming across an intriguing article on your phone. “Wait–” 

“I swear cows are more expensive than people think!” Chris argued. 

“WAIT!” you yelled, getting all three’s attention on you. You read the information from your screen. “Eastside Lewisdale Gold Missy is a 12-year-old black and white holstein cow from Canada that was sold for 1.2 million dollars.” 

“Yeah can you guys shut the fuck up forever,” Chris snapped at George and Arthur. 

“ONE fucking cow ever does not prove your point, you fucking idiot!” Arthur shot back. 

“I said cows can c–” Chris started. 

“YOU THOUGHT THE AVERAGE COW PRICE WAS 100 THOUSAND POUNDS!” 

“I SAID 30 TO 50K!!” 

You were standing next to George, who carefully wrapped both of his arms around your waist to pull you in to sit on his lap. The action was subtle, but his twitch chat was now racing as one of his arms stayed wrapped around your waist protectively. 

You didn’t mind, and it seemed that you barely noticed as you continued yelling and arguing. “Chris, you’re a fucking idiot man!” You waved your arms around and pointed at him. 

Eventually the four of you were laughing, the argument dragged out for far too long. You glanced up to read George’s chat, reading one out loud. “Chris did say 50 to 100K…” you said between giggles. 

Your face was starting to hurt from laughing and smiling so much. “Are you guys done yet?” You struggled to catch your breath as you looked at Chris and Arthur, both sprawled out on the floor. 

George looked over your shoulder with a smile, “This is so stupid.” You felt him chuckle while his chest was pressed up against you, letting you feel the vibrations. 

You looked at Chris and Arthur again. “Did you guys only call me in here to ask me about how much a cow costs?” You glanced behind you at George. 

George let out a sheepish “yeah” while Chris and Arthur continued laughing in the background.  

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at the two on the ground. “You guys are impossible.” 

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userone [attached twitch clip] dude she’s so nonchalant about sitting in his lap im crying  ↳ usertwo get you a girl that will sit in your lap while she argues with two other dudes 

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userone HARD LAUNCH !!! WE ARE SO BACK 

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usertwo she got her happy ending!! 

userthree YES THE DELUXE ALBUM 

arthurnfhill can you please stop constantly dropping bangers :( i’m listening to them more than I listen to own music 

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userfive SEVEN MORE SONGS??? AND A HARD LAUNCH?? oh my god she’s feeding us GOOD 

a/n: can yall tell i love renee rapp and halsey?

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