#Calfreezy x reader one shot

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The dog and the postwoman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Woah, manners Chip!” George retorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bone Appetite: 1 point

The Fe-Mails: 2 points

Gherkings: 3 points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nerds?!” Arthur fake cries.

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

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

“Honestly, a little,” y/n replies.

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

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

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

“You’re not wrong there!” Arthur chuckles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bone Apetit: 3 points

The Fe-Mails: 3 points

Gherkings: 6 points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur: “Alsatian”

Y/n: “Bulldog”

Becky: “Chihuahua”

Chris: “Uhh… Dalmatian!”

Chip: “Errr…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chip: “Avocado! Yes!”

George: “B…Banana”

Arthur: “Cantaloupe”

Y/n: “Dragon fr-“

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

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

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

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

“Y/n, hesitation!” Cal exclaims.

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

“That’s not fair!” Y/n retorts.

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

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

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

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

“I did!” Becky adds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely not.” Chris says.

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

“I’m sorry, no.” Chris continues.

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

Arthur: “Calendar”

Y/n: “Desk!”

Becky: “Eeeeenvelopes”

Chris: “Ummm… F…”

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

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

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

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

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

Chris: “Argentina”

Chip: “Belgium“

George: “China”

Arthur: “Denmark”

Y/n: “England”

Becky: “… France”

Chris: “Germany”

Chip: “Hhhhhungary!”

George (laughing): “Iceland”

Arthur: “Japan”

Y/n: “Um… Kazakhstan”

Becky: “L…ondon!”

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

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

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

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

The scores at the end of this game are:

Bone Appetite: 4

The Fe-Mails: 5

Gherkings: 7

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

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

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

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

“Point. No, shot!” Chip shouts.

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that round over, the scores are:

The Fe-Mails: 6

Bone Appetite: 7

Gherkings: 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Fe-Mails: 6

Bone Apetit: 6

Gherkings: 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get him, y/n!” Becky cheers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” George adds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[PART TWO]

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

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MRS CHRIS | c. dixon

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs chris'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x chris dixon (chrismd)

faceclaim: eva meloche

notes: first piece for mrs chris out of the wag universe. eva is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs chris, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram charity match this week, plus some other fun tidbits

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yourinstagram norway for the week <3 at shoots and scrubbing ass pics from the internet 🫶🏼

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yourinstagram mixing work with pleasure apparently..

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yourinstagram I got my Greece trip- I mean video... and got to pick which extras to bring along......

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chrismd10 constantly reminding me who she is in that first photo. happiest of birthdays to my pr manager and nothing else!

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user happy birthday y/n the pr manager!!

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[fandom-imagines]

2 Truths and a lie: Calfreezy X Reader

Pairing: Calfreezy X Reader, Joe Weller X Reader (platonic) JJ X Reader (mentioned)

“Hey, guys. Welcome back to my channel” I smiled at the camera.

“Today I’m with the one and only Joe Weller” I laughed, pointing to the man who was to the left of me, who waved.

“And my boyfriend, Calfreezy” I continued, pointing at Cal who was sat next to me.

“So, what are we doing today, guys?” I asked, laughing at Joe who was pulling faces at the camera.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What are we doing?” I mimicked, making the boys laugh.

“Well, guys. We are play two truths and a lie” I replied to myself, leaning back against the couch that the three of us were sat on.

“If you don’t know what this game is, basically you tell two truths and a lie and the other person, or people in this case, have to guess which ones the lie. And if you get it wrong, you have to take a shot” I explained to the camera, pointing to the bottle of vodka below me before grabbing my slips of paper.

“So, we all have slips of paper with our statements written on them and we’re going to read them off one at a time.” I nodded, looking at the rest of the guys who nodded in agreement.

“Okay, Joe. You go first” I chuckled, watching him read his paper.

“I’ve got this. C’mon Weller” He said, taking a deep breath and straightening his back.

“I was a cheerleader at school. I didn’t have breakfast this morning or, I was actually born with a massive dong” He smirked, making Cal and I burst into hysterics.

“All of these are possible, except the last one” I winked, turning to Joe.

“How dare you!” He said, pointing his finger in my face.

“What are you gonna go with, Cal?” I asked, facing my boyfriend who looked deep in thought.

“I’m gonna say that the lie is you were a cheerleader” Cal announced, a confident smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, me too” I agreed.

Joe groaned, throwing his head back, making Cal and I cheer.

“Wait, so you were born with a massive dick?” I asked, jokingly earning a playful shove from him.

“Go on then!” I smirked, handing him a shot which he quickly threw back, a grimace on his face as his body shook.

“Okay, Cal your turn” I laughed, seeing the horrified look on his face.

“If you don’t get this right, we’re breaking up” He joked, turning his attention to the sheet in front of him.

“I once put laxatives in my mums’ tea and she spent the whole day on the toilet.” He began, glancing up at me and Joe.

“A girl was once chewing with her mouth open and was rude to the staff at the restaurant, so I texted JJ to call me for an ‘emergency’ and left the date halfway through and, a friend of mine once pissed in my teachers’ coffee dispenser during break” He finished, seeming confident.

“I think the JJ one’s fake” I smiled, turning to Joe.

“Yeah, me too” He nodded, turning towards freezy who had an unhappy look on his face.

“No!” He groaned, leaning back in his chair so quickly that he nearly fell off.

Laughing, I raised my hand up to high five Joe in celebration.

“A shot for you, my good sir” I said, faking an accent as I handed him a shot.

He chuckled, looking at the shot glass in his hand for a moment, before shrugging and raising it to his lips, barely even flinching as he swallowed.

“Your turn” He said, casually.

“You need to teach me how to take shots” I smiled, staring at Cal before Joe cleared his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have a video to film” He laughed, pointing towards the camera.

“I can’t decide how good these are, but we’re about to find out” I smiled, reading my sheet of paper.

“I once broke into my friend’s house in the middle of the night for a bowl of cereal.” I began, messing with the sheet of paper in my hand.

“I was involved in an FWB relationship with JJ a few years ago, and finally, I used to do volunteering in my free time when I was a teenager” I concluded, looking between the two.

“Well, this is obvious” The two of them said, making me smirk.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, smiling.

“The lie is obviously the JJ one” Cal smirked, proud of himself.

“Are you sure?” I laughed, tossing my paper at the bin, beside my door.

“Certain” He said, moving towards me.

“Me too” Joe agreed, nodding.

“Well, you’re both wrong” I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of water as the two-looked shocked.

“Wait, what?!” Joe gasped, a laugh of disbelief leaving his lips.

“How did we not know about this!” Cal asked flabbergasted.

“No way, you and JJ?!” Joe continued.

“Yep, six months” I told them, the pair still looking like they had just been told their girlfriend was pregnant.

“Shots for you both” I laughed, pouring them a shot of vodka.

“This isn’t fair, man” Cal sighed, looking at Joe before they both took their shots in sync.

“How did JJ lay you before me?” Joe asked, earning a punch to the shoulder.

“Back off, she’s my girlfriend” Cal chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, tightly.

“Well, I think this a perfect time to end the video” I said, continuing with my outro, despite the two men pulling faces in the background.

~~~

“As fun as it has been filming with you, I need to leave” Joe said, standing up from his seat and brushing off his jeans.

“Do you want me to call you an uber? You’ve technically been drinking” I offered, to which Joe agreed.

“Come on then”

~~~

“I still can’t believe you’ve fucked, JJ” Cal sighed.

We were currently sat on my couch, his arm placed on the back of the chair, over my shoulders.

“It was a hard time” I chuckled, leaning against Cal.

“I still don’t like it” He mumbled, thinking for a moment before smashing his lips against mine.

“Do I sense jealousy?” I smirked, my hand on his shoulder, the two of us laid back on the couch.

“I have every right to be” He whispered against my lips, pressing them back against my own.

“You do know JJ is going to comment on that video, right?” I asked, my hand now on the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m going to show him who you belong too” He smirked, his lips slowly travelling down my neck, making me giggle.

This was going to be great.

[luvrlou]

Drunk on Cam

Pairing: CalFreezy x fem!reader

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual References, Swearing

Summary: Cal and his girlfriend have a bit too much fun helping Tobi film his video.

A/N: Sidemen + Cal imagines?

Word Count: 1.0k

"Who's ready to get their stomach pumped?" Harry teased, shaking Tobi's shoulder lightly, causing Ethan to giggle and Tobi to shoot him an odd yet frightened look.

You looked up at Cal from your seat on the couch in the corner of the room, hoping you had the same idea as him. He looked down at you, "we're tanning this bev after, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah!" You whisper-yelled back, hoping not to gain attention from the three boys sitting and talking to the camera.

Tobi had invited Ethan and Harry to make a video of his first time drinking alcohol, which caused Harry to drag you and Cal around Poundland and Asda looking for the cheapest booze you could find since it was being filmed in the flat you, Cal and Harry shared.

Originally, it was only going to be Harry, Ethan and Tobi but the two boys thought Tobi would benefit from some moral support.

You both watched in silence on the couch, Cal's arm slung over your shoulder, directing your body into his side. For the majority of the filming, you watched Tobi getting fed more and more drinks, occasionally saying the odd word to Cal.

"Y/N! I think Tobi's going to need some support!" Ethan shouted over to you, his voice uneven from laughter.

You went to stand up before Cal interrupted, "How come I can't come?"

"It's Glens Cal, I know what you would do to poor Tobi, believe it or not Y/N is the nicer one in your relationship."

You smiled tauntingly at Cal and walked to the couch, Ethan making room for you between him and the terrified man next to him.

"Okay so you're either a Vodka or a Sambuca person, never both." Harry explained, reaching over to get the shot glass. He filled it to the brim, poor Tobi looked absolutely mortified.

"Don't worry Tobi, I can have a shot too if you want!" You suggest, looking to Harry for approval.

"Oh yeah! Y/N! Feeling Brave!" Harry cheered, grabbing another shot glass and filling it up. "You will take your shots in," he paused, "3.. 2.. 1!" You tipped the burning liquid down your throat, giving your head a shake after.

"Holy shit! Pass me the Sambuca!" You dramatically announced. As soon as Ethan gave it over you snatched it, popping off the lid and pouring it directly in your mouth.

"Y/N! Stop getting gassed on our bev!" Ethan shouted, snatching the bottle out of your hands.

"I didn't see you slaving away after Harry all morning looking for all the bloody booze did I?" You snapped back, reaching for Tobi's carton of apple juice.

"See people! This is why I don't drink!" Tobi said to the camera, "it gets you all pissy."

"It was a rough night last night Tobi, I was wrongfully convinced to go to a rave, with that prick over there!" You groaned, pointing to Cal.

"Anyway! Back to the drinks!" Ethan grinned.

"It's time to pick your mixers-" Harry was cut off by Ethan hyena cackle, "shit you already did that. It's time to pick your poison!"

Harry set out all three liquors out in a row, letting Tobi pick one, he ends up picking Wray and Nephews. You and Ethan burst out laughing as Harry pours way too much into the cup, Tobi sits there dreading what is to come.

The rest of the cup is filled up with Sprite and pushed towards Tobi, "Drink up before I do," You smiled teasingly.

He reluctantly grabbed the cup and took a sip before slamming it to the table, "how can people drank that!"

"If you won't have it I will!" You grinned, reaching over Tobi and taking the glass, letting the cool liquid flow smoothly down your throat.

"Can we not get my girlfriend drunk! She has a hangover!" Cal can be heard shouting from the couch in the corner of the room.

"The best way to cure a hangover is more bev!" Harry shouts back, "and on that note," the proclaimed 'Sambuca' alarm goes off.

"I'm not doing it this time if no one else is." Tobi stated.

"Fine, we'll all do it! Even Cal," Ethan answered, grabbing four shot glasses, each one getting filled with the sweet liquor.

Cal trudged over as everyone got situated with their shots, we all clinked glasses and downed them, "my body hated that." Ethan mumbled.

"Same here!" Cal added.

"You know I think it's time to end the video," Tobi started.

Cal mouthed to Ethan for him to move so he could sit with you. Ethan obviously complied, claiming he would 'never stand in the way of love.' You got situated, comfily leaning into Cal, his hand slowly gliding over your hip.

You both knew fine this was going to be posted somewhere by a fan, but at this point, you couldn't care less. It was like a game, sometimes you wouldn't even glance at one another in videos, and others you would be all over one another. Just like this one.

When Tobi finished up his video, throwing himself back into the couch.

"Me and Cal are necking all this tonight, " you announced, indicating to all the opened bottles of alcohol.

"That's fine, don't have too much fun, I would like to have an undisturbed sleep tonight," Harry answered, narrowing his eyes at the last part.

"No promises!" You jokingly answered.

Tobi, Ethan and Harry said they were going out for an early dinner since it was about half-four. Which meant you and Cal were left alone with all the booze.

When Harry returned home about six hours later he saw that the bottles of Wray and Nephews, Glens and Rose Wine had been left empty on the couch.

"I should've stayed over at Tobi's tonight!" He whispered full of regret.

"Hey Harry!" You slurred, hanging onto Cal's arm, the bottle of Sambuca near empty in your grasp.

"Y/N, Cal." He responded slightly concerned before turning and walking into his bedroom, "please, no shagging tonight!"

"Aw! That's what we were about to go do!" Cal shouted, leaning down to kiss your jawline.

[legendaryrunawaybear]

Forgive Me Now? - Part 1

Ethan x Reader                                                                                       Warnings: Language                                                                                         Hope You Enjoy!

It was Callux’s birthday and we had all agreed to take part in it. Talia, Harry and Calfreezy were in charge of planning the whole thing cos Talia was experienced in party planning and Harry and Cal were his flatmates so they knew him well. Josh and Tobi were in charge of the money budget and renting the yacht. JJ and Simon had to surprise him by taking him to the yacht. Vik and Freya were in charge of decoration cos they both were perfectionist so it would obviously turn out well. And that leaves me and Ethan in charge of the cake. It would have been ideal cos we were dating, but of course something bad was to happen to make it awkward. The day we were supposed to get the cake, I was pissed at him. GREAT! Just great!

We were on the bus on the way to Westfield and we were sitting across from each other. I was texting some people when I could feel his eyes on me. I thought it was nothing and starting going through my socials. 5 minutes later I couldn’t help but still think he was staring at me. Kind of weird but flattering in a way I guess? “Take a picture, it’ll last longer” I said to him with a subtle smirk still looking at my phone. He chuckled at turned to the window to look outside. I went on my phone to text him. “Fucking Creep...” I wrote. “ Can’t help it, I mean look at you😉” he wrote back. “Fuck off😂” For a moment I forgot that I’m mad at him. It was a petty reason really. He ate all my food. And NOBODY touches my food. I turned off my phone and put in in my bag. Then I started to look at him, admiring every feature. I couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend. I mean look at him. How could someone like him like someone like me? He turned away from the bus window and looked at me. He chuckled realising that I was staring at him, but honestly I didn’t even remember that I was mad at him at all at this point. He started staring back. We were staring into each others eyes with soft smiles. 10 minutes had past and we were still staring. *snap*  We both were startled and looked around. It was a girl. She was wearing SDMN merch. Soooooo she was a fan. Great. Me and Ethan still haven’t made our relationship public and we were planning to do it soon, but not like this. Suddenly, Ethan’s phone starts blowing up. Then mine. It was a bunch of fans. They started speculating that we were together. Then I get texts from friends.

Talia: Omg you two look tooo cuteeeeee. But did you tell everyone you’re dating yet I thought you were gonna wait??🤔

Iona: YOU DID NOT TELLL MEEE YOUR DATING ONE OF THE SIDEMENNNNNN!!!!!

Freya: Heyyyyyyy. Are you okay cos I know you didn’t want people to know...

“Oh my God” I said to myself quietly. Ethan got up and sat himself next to me placing his hand on my thigh. “It’s gonna be okay, when we get to Westfield, we’ll go live on Instagram and tell them everything.” He said to me reassuringly giving me a soft but affectionate smile. I smiled back at him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you y/n” he mumbled to himself as I lightly dozed off. 10 minutes had passed and we finally arrived.

We walked inside the giant shopping centre and opened Ethan's phone to go live. We told them everything. I felt relief. We went to Lola's cupcakes and waited to pick up his cake. Ethan was still on the live talking to fans. “Yo! Y/n! They want you here!” he said coming out of JD walking towards me. I popped into the camera, “Hey guys!”. I took his phone from him and started to talk to everyone. “Oh shittt…”, I said just remembering something. “  Babe what’s wrong?” I shot him a death glare. “I remember what happened prick.” He laughed and took the phone from as I pouted and turned to cake stand waiting until they finished the cake. “So basically” he said to his fans, “ I ate all her food and she was pissed at me but forgot and I guess she remembered again!” he said looking at me and smiling. He turned the camera at me to show me death staring him and turned it back to his self just to do his cute iconic laugh and show his red face. Wait. I’m supposed to be pissed at him and I’m calling him cute! Oh my god this boy is gonna be the death of me!

Thanks for reading part 2 coming out VERY soon(probably in 15 minutes cos I have nothing else to do lmao) 

Literally some of the only writers I ADORE

@sidemenyesplease @episkygrant

[cloudyskyofstars]

Used To It

Calfreezy x Reader

Warnings: Smuttttyyyy and swearing (duh.)

Notes: Requests are open! Feedback always appreciated!

Today, something happened I didn’t expect to happen.

Tobi, Jj, Josh, Simon, Cal and I were filming a vid for Simon’s channel. He wanted his vid to be a sort of say, forfeit one. We were in the sidemen house doing a house football challenge and the loser had to do the punishment/forfeit. Being the only girl there, I was kind of nervous too if I was to lose what would happen.

The way it would work is that if you were last or took the most shots, you got a point. The person with the most points at the end does the forfeit.

It started off with us doing a mini track around the house and some challenges like scoring in a bucket or a net, shooting it down the stairs and into a goal, like typical things in a football vid.

The challenge first up was the mini track around the house. Simon started off since it was his videos, he did good managing a time of 1:34:23, despite having a few mess ups and going out of bounds a little. The second challenger was Josh. He had a time of 1:45:17, because of the trip he had at the very beginning. Cal was up next, seeing as how excited he was to do. He managed a time of 1:35:45, only a little more than a second more behind Simon, but he had little or no mess ups at all. Jj was the following person, he did worse than Josh with a time of 1:55:29. He decided it was a good idea to be cocky and ended up failing in the end. Tobi was up next and he got the top time of 1:32:59, he jumped up in joy and laughed letting out a big whoop.

Then there was me. I went last knowing I would fail the hardest. I was correct just saying. I ended with a time of 2:10:41, a lot slower than the rest of the guys. I earned one point because of it.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll do better next time.” Cal said sympathetically. He knew I feel like I wasn’t but he just wanted to cheer me up.

The next challenge was to score a football in a bucket. You stand in the kitchen doorways while there was a bucket by the stairs. You would think it would be an easy challenge considering how close the two are but no. The bucket as only so big that the football just fit in with maybe two inches to spare all around. That’s not a lot of room.

The order continued starting with Simon again. To save the boring details, I lost again by a single try. Cal placed first this time, followed by Tobi, Simon, Josh, Jj and lastly, me. By this point it was guaranteed I was doing the forfeit because there were only three challenges.

The last challenge was an actual fairly simple one. You again stood in the kitchen and passed a ball through the doors, under the stairs and into the room across it, hoping it would land in the mini goal. I decided to go first this time because I was honestly done with this shit by now.

I got the goal within 8 shots, a number that would surely make me last again. The order continued like it would have. Simon got it on his first shot, Josh had it on his fifth, Tobi is third, Cal his second and Jj his sixth.

It was official. I was now definitely doing the forfeit. Cal came up to me after and tried to comfort me but, he ended up just making me more nervous to do my forfeit.

“Y/N, it can’t be that bad. What’s the worst thing they can do?” He said. I just glared at him.

“Do you even know your own friends?”

“Yeah. So, you’re probably right, I know it won’t be an easy forfeit.”

We all gathered in their living room area where the couch was. We all sat down together, me sitting beside Cal with him on my right and Tobi on my left.

“Alright guys, as you can probably already know, Y/N lost the challenge by claiming all three points. She doesn’t know what her forfeit is yet but the guys and I have discussed it and we think we have a good one.” Simon said with a grin and a hint of eagerness.

I paid attention a little more considering I am doing the forfeit and I have to know.

“So, who wants to break it to her?” Josh said. I got a little more confused as he said this. Was it that bad that no one wanted to tell me?

“I guess I will…. Besides, I’ll be doing it to her anyway. I’m not letting you fuckers touch her.” Cal said obviously. I looked over at Tobi and I saw the look of sympathy in his eyes. I looked at Jj and he was smirking, probably knowing it will be awkward to do it.

“What the fuck do you mean by you’re doing it to me? What are you doing?” I said with confusing and a hint of angriness.

“I have to spank you over my knee…” He trails off. I give my boyfriend a glare, stating without words, “You aren’t doing this to me.” I honestly can’t believe they would make me do that. If it was anyone else, they would do some stupid forfeit like eating a lemon or drinking some hot sauce. But of course, because I’m a girl, and I have a boyfriend in the room, they’re going to make me do something dirty.

“Do I really have to do this?” I whine.

“I’m afraid you do, Y/N. It’s part of the challenge.” Simon says with a cheeky grin on his face.

Cal whispered something under his breath that I’m guessing he thought no one heard but someone did. Jj did. He suddenly busted out laughing and with a slight shock face on.

“What are you laughing at?” Josh said inquisitively.

“Did you hear what Cal said?” Jj kept laughing. That’s when I look over to Cal and see his eyes wide and turn a little bit red.

“No… what did he say Jide?” Tobi asked.

“He said, it’s not like it’s a big deal. I do it all the time.” Jj said uncontrollably laughing.

I turned to face Cal immediately wondering why the fuck he would say that under his breath around people.

“Sorry?” Cal said.

Before I could start to bite back and yell at Cal, Simon cut me off and said to get on with me forfeit. I rolled my eyes, huffed out but ultimately, I was going to end up doing it. I got closer to Cal and give him a quick kiss.

“You’re going to owe me for this,” I said whispering in his ear. He looked up to me.

“Maybe I’ll just spank you again because I know you love it so much.” He said whisper soft in retaliation. He knew how that made me feel. I know I enjoy it, but I don’t necessarily want the whole world to know.

“Ok lovebirds, cut it out. Now Y/N, bend over and get to it since you’re so used to it.” Simon said trying to hold back his laughter. I just glared back at him.

Cal shifts to the edge of the couch, giving me enough room on his knees from me to lay on. I get on my knees slowly beside him and then bending over. Usually, I won’t mind this and it wouldn’t be awkward but when you have four other boys in the room staring at you plus a rolling camera… you get a little freaked out.

“Just calm down,” Cal whispered soothingly. “You’ll get the real thing later. I won’t hit hard and just try to put on a show for them.”

I nodded trusting what he is saying and brace for it. Cal’s definition of hard and soft are different from the normal. His soft is still hard enough to leave red marks on your arse. His hard hits are ones that could leave bruises on you. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, it’s I don’t want to be seen vulnerable around people other than him.

I feel suddenly a hand caress my ass, then I feel it pull back. Silence is in the air for a split second before the sound of the slap is heard and a very evident hand is now back on my ass. He said it wasn’t going to be hard but he lied. That one was definitely going to leave a mark, even if it’s just red.

“You said it wasn’t going to be hard,” I whisper under my breath and give him a quick glance.

“Oops.” He said.

“Ok guys, I think this is done now…” Tobi says, thankfully breaking the awkward silence after.

I get up from Cal’s lap and go to sit beside him. I lean my head on his shoulder and bury my face in his chest to try to avoid as much embarrassment as possible. Cal just laughs a little and urges the guys to finish the video to not embarrass me further.

Simon did his outro soon after, and we all migrated to the kitchen for food. I sat in Cal’s lap because there weren’t enough chairs for everyone to sit on. I was planning on getting revenge on the guys later for making me do that but right I’m madder at Cal for saying what he did. I needed to do something that would get him unbelievably frustrated. A sudden idea popped into my head.

As we were all eating, completely forgetting what happened in the other room moments before, I started to shift slightly on Cal’s lap. It didn’t look suspicious at all, not giving away the fact I was trying to tease him. I turned sideways so that my legs were now off to the one side of Cal’s lap. I dug my hip subtly into his crotch, evident enough for him to notice but not the others.

He grabbed one side of my hips and whispered in my ear, “Stay still Y/N, or you’ll get punished later.”

I ignored his comment and continued what I was doing. For the next couple minutes or so, I kept grinding back on him to the point where he was really hard. He abruptly stood up and pushed me off his lap but still kept me in front of him, probably to hide his boner.

“Sorry guys, I just realized Y/N and I have to go. It’s getting late and we have stuff to do.” Cal said in a rush.

The others just looked amongst each other, slightly confused but accepting the reason. I gave each of the guys' hugs, taking extra long time while Cal was hiding behind the counter covering his crotch. As soon as I finished, he pulled me out the kitchen doors and said a quick goodbye to them.

The ride back to our flat was long and silent. Cal had a death grip on the wheel the entire time. He wasn’t in a light mood so to speak. I didn’t know what was in store for me when we got back but, I was sure as hell excited.

Even when we parked the car, went into the building, and in the elevator, he was dead silent. It’s only when we got to the door and unlocked it, where anything happened.

He had pushed me through the entranceway, turned me around and pinned my arms above my head. He kissed me almost immediately after. He obviously was in no mood for play this time. He barely fought for dominance because I gave in to him, he led the kiss with the roughness and passion we both crave for each other. His tongue exploring my mouth as our kissing got sloppier by the second.

He moved down to my ear. “Princess…” He said. I moaned out in response.

“Don’t try to get out of this. You got yourself in this position.” He bit down on my earlobe and made his way down to my neck.

Open-mouthed kisses were left all down the side of my neck as well as hickeys. So many hickeys. His mouth worked wonders up and down the sides as he left marks on what was truly his. My neck and collarbone completely covered my red and purple love bites, it was Cal’s way of showing how much he loved me.

“I think we should take this somewhere else. Don’t you think?” He said. I gave a weak nod of my head in agreement.

“Jump.” As I did so, I wrapped my legs around his waist and here carried me upstairs to our shared bedroom. As soon as we got there, he tugged on the bottom of my shirt, “Off.” I took the hint and helped him take my shirt off. He pushed me back until my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto my back. He towered on top of me and gave me a few quick kisses. He kneeled back up and took off his shirt, waiting there for a moment and allowing me to take in the sexiness that he is.

Cal’s back on top of me in his position of power in no time. He leans down to give me more kisses down my neck and reaches back to unclip my bra. He moves down to take off my leggings I had on, soon leaving me in nothing but my panties. He takes a moment and takes a step back and admires the view.

He comes back down to kiss sloppily down in between the valley of my breasts and moves or over to one of my breasts. He grazes his tongue and teeth over my erect nipple and makes a circular motion over it. He sucks on it and gives it a little bite. His other hand, however, is massaging my other breast. I hold the sides of his face as he goes in between the both of them, switching what he is doing to each of them.

He flips me suddenly over into a position where my ass is up in the air and says seductively, “Know let me see my handy work.”

He runs his rough hands over my cheeks, admiring the red mark he left there earlier. He pulls my cheeks apart slightly and kneads them. I let out a slight moan at the feeling. Swiftly, he lands a quick slap on my ass that leaves a sting behind. He hits me again, but with a hard force and grips my ass once he lands it. He grinds forward onto me, and I can feel his huge boner rubbing against me. I whine.

He lands one last harsh slap on my ass before getting up. I look over the shoulder to see what he is doing but only look back to see him holding a tie in his hand and a bell. I can only assume what the tie will be used for and that’s to tie my hands. The bell, I’m not so sure.

I give him a confusing look. He moves to the front of me and picks up the necklace I’m wearing. He opens the clasp and slides the bell onto the chain.

“Move and the bell rings. If the bell rings, you get punished. Understood princess?” Cal said in a deep and dominant voice.

I could only say a weepy yes to make sure the bell wouldn’t move. He moves back so he’s behind me and kneads my ass again. He flips me back onto my back before towering above me and pushing my wrists above my head. He loops the tie around the iron pole bedframe and ties my wrists together. He ties an extremely tight knot, making sure there is no way I can move my way out or move at all.

Cal slowly slips a finger underneath my panties and pulls downwards. I lift my hips to help him take them off seeing as I can’t do it myself. He slides them off with ease and now leaves me completely naked, vulnerable and exposed to him. He spreads my legs from my thighs and runs a finger through my folds.

“Looks like someone is excited. Look how wet you are for me.” He says. He holds up his finger that his covered by my juices.

“What made you so wet? Was it my kisses, was it the spanking back at the house and here? Is it the fact you’re tied up right now and can’t move?”

I looked at Cal with pleading eyes. I wanted to speak but I don’t like to admit to things like that. He stroked me up and down my chest with a soft touch and then landed a small sharp slap on one of my breasts. I whined and moan slightly. I was getting all worked up and even if Cal can see that I am, he wants me to admit it.

“It’s everything. I know it is. You can’t hide it from me, princess. I know you. I know how much you love to be spanked and tied up, or how much you love the love bites and marks I leave all over your body and how you crave to be under my dominance.” He said very seductively and with great meaning as he leaned down and whispered into my ear.

“You can’t hide that you love having me talk dirty in your ear or like having me roughly fuck you until you can’t walk.”

I let out a whine, tired of having Cal tease me. He nudged back slightly and ran his finger through my wet folds again. He leaned down and blew hot air right into my pussy. He then licked his tongue up and down my folds soon landing on my clit where he sucked hard suddenly. I pulled hard on the tie and arched my back. Without remembering the bell, the sudden pull caused it to ring. I completely stopped moving and Cal just chuckled. However, he continued what he was doing. His tongue ran circles around circles on my clit. He pushed a single finger in slowly, something that only added to the pressure building up inside of me. Something that wasn’t quite fulfilling but only something to tease me further, especially at the slow pace he was going at.

He added a second finger shortly after and picked up the pace a little bit. His other hand ran up to caress my boob and give it a squeeze. The pressure was building up inside and I was getting close to coming. Cal knew I was close when my walls started to tighten and squeeze his fingers slightly. He made a “come here” motion with his fingers, which hit my g-spot and sent me close to the edge. I release a moan of pleasure with me being so close.

Just as I was about to come, he ripped his fingers out of me, cutting my orgasm off completely. I whine and pull again on the tie.

“That’s what you get for ringing the bell and teasing me back at the sidemen house.”

I open my mouth to start and protest but his hand clamps down on my mouth to keep me from speaking. He kneels up and starts to slide his sweatpants off, revealing he hasn’t been wearing underwear this whole time. As soon as the band comes below his lower hips, his long hard erection springs out hitting his abs.

He leans over to our bedside table and takes out a condom. He slides it on with ease and positions himself at my wet entrance.

“You ready, baby?” Cal says. I nod furiously in agreement as I can’t wait any longer, especially because of my denial before and how delicious his cock looks right now.

He pushes in slowly, making sure to tease me and also allowing me to adjust to his size. He starts off at a slower pace and builds slowly. Each push varies from deep and hard to short and quick ones. I feel my orgasm building again, and Cal picks up the pace a bit. He reaches for my hips so he can grip onto them and push me further down on his length.

Both of us are near the edge of our orgasms and so Cal speeds up a lot. He rubs his thumb over my clit sending an immense amount of pleasure throughout my body.

“Daddy…” I say in a breathy cry as I hit my hard orgasm.

My walls tighten around Cal’s cock, and that’s enough to send him over the edge as well. We both ride out our highs together. He pulls out of me and disposes of the condom in the trash can underneath the nightstand. He picks up my shirt and wipes himself off, before spreading my legs back open.

“Cal, I don’t think I can go another round,” I say in rebuttal.

“I’m not, I’m just cleaning you up a bit.”

He leans down and licks my core softly, and has my come and juices all over his tongue. Shortly after, he comes back up and picks up his shirt and his underwear. He slips on his underwear while he unties my wrists and puts his t-shirt on me.

“I didn’t know you liked to call me daddy, Y/N.” He says with a soft laugh.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I was in the moment.” I say sheepishly.

“Don’t worry I like it.”

He falls to my side and brings me to his side by pulling me by my waist. He spoons me from the back and nuzzles into the side of my neck. Pulling the blankets over, Cal kisses me one last time.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Cal.” I said as we both drifted off into deep sleep in each other's arms.

[wroetominter]

Cold - Simon Imagine

[simplystimp]

Payback a Calfreezy fanfic

Callum x Reader (Callux and Harry mentioned) Word count: 1,002? Summary: Reader gets back at Callum for pranking her AN: So I logged into my wattpad account that I have not used in a while, and I realized that I had writen some one shots (I guess that is what you would call them). I decided: why not show you guys some of my old work, so I revised them and now Im gonna post them. I wish that there were a lot of them to post but I only had 3 written on Wattpad so I can only post 3. Any way here is the first story.

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"Hey guys it's Cal and I'm doing something a little different. I am about to prank my girlfriend."

I got Harry to help me get her bed and then we picked it up.

We had to be very careful. if she woke up and saw us carrying her bed she would  freak out.

(Y/N) and I have been dating for about two months now. She is amazing BUT (and that's a big but) she has a bit of a temper.

"A few of the sidemen and I stayed over at (Y/N)'s place last night. All the guys slept in the living room and she slept in her bed. She wouldn't let us sleep in any of the rooms. I mean just because we were sweaty from hours of football and refused to shower didn't mean she should kick us out of all the rooms. So we are going to take her and put her on this blow up bed and put her in the pool. When she wakes up she will totally freak out and fall in the pool." I explained to the camera.

**ONE HOUR LATER **

(Y/N)’S POV

I could feel a breeze on my legs which worried me. Also it was especially bright. I turned my head over a little and felt my bed rock.

That's definitely not correct I thought to myself. Then I heard a few giggles from the guys.

I slowly opened my eyes only to have them burned by the sun. That's when I realized I was outside in the pool.

I was so shocked that I screamed and fell off the bed into the water. When I surface all the guys were laughing and I was fuming. I quickly got out of the pool and pushed passed all the guys. And of course they followed me with there cameras laughing.

"That's what you get for making us sleep in the living room HA!" Cal yelled between laughs.

"I will get you back" I told him and meant it.

 **3 MONTHS LATER**

Cal's POV

Today I have a date with (Y/N) and I really don't want to be late. I really love (Y/N) and I plan on giving her a promise ring so I have to make this date perfect.

**(Y/N)’s POV**

A few days ago Cal asked me on a date and of course I said yes. He said he wanted to make the night special and I will make sure of that. After three months I was finally going to get Cal back. While Cal was gone yesterday I got Harry to help me set up a few pranks.

 First we painted his soap with a clear coat of nail polish so it wouldn't lather up when he used it. Then we made a batch of fake toothpaste. We mixed green food coloring with mayonnaise and funneled it into his empty toothpaste tube.

Just to make sure his teeth turned green I put green food coloring on his toothbrush. Harry then helped me make jello that looked like worms and we hid them in his medicine cabinet. And lastly for the final touch we went up stairs to Cal's office to put a blow horn under his chair to give him a little scare. I know it's all a little bit harsh but the chlorine from the pool ruined my favorite ankle bracelet that I was wearing at the time so I want to see him suffer.

 We put a few hidden cameras around his flat and in his office.

 **CAL'S POV**

It was about 5:00 so I started to get ready by taking a shower. After a few minutes of rubbing the soap and rag together a realized something wasn't right.

"HARRY WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE SOAP" I yelled.

 "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT BUT THERE IS MORE IN THE CABINET" he replied from his room.

 When I opened the cabinet there were worms everywhere. And i couldn't help but scream. I quickly grabbed the soap and closed the cabinet.

 After my shower I turned on some tunes and started to brush my teeth. I was so into the music I didn't realize that I was using mayonnaise as toothpaste. I immediately spit out the mayo and  looked in the mirror only to find that my teeth were GREEN!!!

I called (Y/N) and canceled our plans. I couldn't let her see me like this. Our date was ruined and it was probably all Harry's fault. I stormed into his room and yelled my head off. He finally caved in and told me it was Lux's prank. (A.n. Harry lied.) I was going to kill him when he got home.

After about an hour there was a knock on the door. It was (Y/N).

 "I'm so sorry I cancelled the date please don't be mad at me. I just wanted everything to be perfect and Cal decided to prank me." Before I could say much more (Y/N) started laughing hysterically.

 "What's so funny" I asked.

 "That's what you get for putting me in the pool while I slept." She said then kept laughing.

 "You did all of this because I put you in the pool?"

 "No I did it because the chlorine ruined my favorite ankle bracelet. Now the metal is all rusted." She said showing the rusted bracelet

 "Oh well I'm sorry. Does this make up for the bracelet?" I asked showing her the promise ring.

 "Wow it's beautiful Cal. What is it for. " She asked

 "It's a promise ring to show how much I love you. As long as you wear it you love me and the same goes for me. I was going to give it to you on our date but you pranked me. So will you wear it?" I asked.

 "Of course I will" she said with the biggest smile on her face.

I slipped the ring on her finger and pulled her in for a long hug and softly kissed her lips

[fandom-imagines]

Boyfriend VS Best friend: Cal Freezy X Reader

Pairing: Calfreezy X Reader, Wroetoshaw X Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N does the boyfriend VS best friend challenge.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

(Not proofread)

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel” I smiled, waving to the camera in front of me.

Today I was filming a Boyfriend VS Best friend with my boyfriend, Cal and my brother from another mother, Harry.

“So, today I’m doing a boyfriend VS brother with my Cal, my boyfriend who you might also know as Freezy” I said, pointing to Cal.

“Hey guys” He nodded, watching as I turned to my brother.

“And, Harry who you might also know as wroetoshaw” I introduced, watching as he introduced himself.

“Hello” He waved at the camera, smiling.

“If you guys don’t know what this is, I ask these two questions and whoever answers first gets a point, and whoever has the most points gets to keep me in their life.” I joked, grabbing my phone to read some questions.

“Don’t put this pressure on them” Josh laughed from behind the camera.

“This is my get away” Cal laughed, falling slightly as I playfully shoved him.

“Shut up” I smiled, waiting for him to get back up before speaking again.

“Instead of just making up my own questions, I decided to ask you guys on twitter for some to throw in” I explained, clicking on my notes to start with the ones I had made up and holding up a bell for the two of them to press.

“If one of you injure me, I’m leaving” I laughed, reading the first question and placing my phone back onto the table in front of us.

“First question,” I said, watching as Josh started doing a drumroll.

“Have I ever snuck out of my house?” I asked.

Immediately, Harry hit the bell.

“I haven’t known you as long as him!” Cal groaned, leaning back.

“She mentioned this the other day” Harry laughed.

“You have, loads. You broke your hand because you slipped climbing out of you window” Harry yelled, repeatedly tapping the bell.

“That’s right!” I laughed, coming up with another question.

“Okay, next question: How long is my longest relationship?” I asked, laughing as Cal jumped up and hit the bell.

“1 year and 7 months. Us two” He cheered as I clapped.

“I’m surprised you knew that” Harry smirked, laughing as I shook my head.

“What website do I visit the most?” I asked, looking between the two as the paused.

“Website or app?” Cal asked, seemingly deep in thought.

“Any, they’re technically the same”

Harry leapt forwards, milliseconds before Cal, hitting the bell.

“Twitter!” He said, as I nodded.

“That’s not fair. I knew that” Cal said, pushing Harry when he began to ruffle his hair.

“Calm down, boys” I laughed, pushing Harry back into his seat.

“Come on, next question. I’ve got this” Cal said, taking in a deep breath.

“How old was I when I had my first kiss?”

Harry grabbed the bell from my hand, smashing the button.

“16! I remember you telling me when it happened!” He said, to which I nodded.

“I didn’t even meet you till you were 17, nearly 18, this is unfair” Cal groaned, making me laugh.

“Okay, okay here. What is my current Facebook profile picture?” I asked, waiting for an answer.

“Oh wait, I know this!” Cal yelled, hitting the bell.

“It’s us, we’re in my bed and you’re wearing my shirt and laid against me and I’m leaning on your shoulder” He said, looking over at Harry and me.

“How do you remember that much?” Harry asked, shaking his head.

“Because it’s my lock screen” Cal said, winking at the camera as he grabbed his phone and showed us and the camera his lock screen.

“How sweet” Harry smirked sarcastically.

“Shut up” I laughed, shoving him.

“Since these are apparently too hard for that idiot, I’ll go to twitter” I said, grabbing my phone and scrolling through tweets before randomly picking one.

“Okay, both of you should know this.” I said, watching the two turn to face the bell.

“How many people have I slept with?”

I waited for an answer for a minute, before Cal hesitantly pressed the bell.

“Three?” He asked, watching me.

“Nope. Harry?” I said, turning to Harry was looked lost.

“Five?” He guessed, making me laugh.

“Nope, Cal?” I asked, turning back to my boyfriend.

“Six?”

“Damnit, how do you guys not know this. It’s obvious if you think about it” I said, looking over at Josh who was silently laughing, obviously knowing.

“Josh?” I called, standing up and dragging him into frame.

“You two are useless” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“How do you know?” Harry asked, looking at Josh who was still laughing.

“She lost her virginity at 18, she’s now 20. Figure it out” He laughed, looking towards me.

“That doesn’t help!” Harry groaned, throwing his head back, Cal still silent.

“You two are honestly so stupid” I laughed, gently hitting the two on the chest.

“Think, who did she lose her virginity too?” Josh hinted, smiling.

“I don’t know, who?” Harry asked, staring at Josh.

“Well, he’s in this room and it’s not me and I’m like 99% sure it’s not you” Josh said, standing up and heading back to the camera as Cal quickly hit the bell.

“One!” He half-yelled, making me laugh.

“Well done” I laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

“How was I meant to know that?” Harry groaned, getting ready for the next question.

“Common sense, Harold. Even Josh knew” I laughed, pointing at Josh.

“Come here” Cal smiled, pulling me into his arms.

“PDA guys, really? Get a room” Harry groaned again, making Josh, Cal and I laugh.

“We have one actually” Cal smirked, chuckling as I hit him.

“Come on, come on” I smiled, coming up with another question.

“Here, you’ll both need these” I said, grabbing two pens, and two pieces of paper and handing them to the boys.

“What is, my mobile number?” I asked, watching as the two boys looked lost.

A few minutes later, they were done.

“I just completely guessed” Harry sighed, handing me his paper.

“You’ve been calling me for over five years!” I laughed, looking at the numbers.

“I just click bitch in my contacts” He smirked, laughing as I faked offense.

“You got like 5, well done” I chuckled, handing him the paper with my full number written down.

“How are you feeling about this one, Cal?” I asked, taking the paper from his hands and looking at the numbers.

“Confident” He said, rubbing his hands together dramatically.

“Well, you got four right” I laughed, handing him back the paper.

Grabbing my phone, I opened twitter up and tapped a random question,

“What are my- Oh my god” I groaned, finishing reading the question I had tapped.

“What, what is it?” Harry asked, jumping up and grabbing my phone.

“Oh, oh, oh. I bet Freezy here can answer this” Harry smirked, my cheeks burning bright read.

“What are little Y/N here’s, kinks?” He continued, my cheeks a bright red.

“Well, you see” Cal began.

“Shut up!” I laughed, hitting him, making him stop.

“Okay, okay” He laughed, while I grabbed my phone back from Harry.

“I think that’s a good place to finish this” I said, sitting back between the two boys and facing the camera.

“Wait a minute, who won? Don’t leave us hanging” Cal interrupted.

“Harry did, by one” Josh called out from behind the camera.

“That’s it!” Harry cheered, jumping up onto his feet, celebrating.

“Sorry, Freezy. She’s mine now” Harry yelled, pushing Cal.

“Never” Cal smirked, tackling Harry to the floor, the two of them pretending to fight.

“Well, I should probably break these two up.” I laughed, continuing with my outro.

“If you liked this video, be sure to give it a thumbs up and I might do another one sometime. Thanks for watching and I’ll see you next week” I laughed, smiling as Josh nodded, turning off the camera.

“Come here, you idiots” I laughed, jumping onto Harry and Cal who were still on the floor.

“No way you’re getting rid of me that easy” Cal laughed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his chest.

“Hey, don’t steal my best friend, Caltripod” Harry laughed, pulling me away from Cal.

“Too late” Cal chuckled, pulling me back into him.

“I’m not an object, guys” I smiled, pulling them both into a group hug.

“I love you guys” I smiled, squeezing them both.

“Of course, you do” Harry smirked, pulling back as I whacked him on the shoulder.

“I mean, of course we love you too” He laughed, as I pulled him back into the hug.