#harry in the uk

[twopoppies]

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Did u see this a girl met harry xx

Oh, this is so cute.

x

[dragawayyourbones]

You’re laughing… the Royal Shakespeare Company is doing Hamlet with Jared Harris and the setting is a ship… and you’re fucking laughing

[candykissd]

everybody knows it.

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

summary : everybody knows harry likes you, well, that's everybody, apart from you.

warnings : fluff, mature language, alcohol consumption

beth's notes : sorry for the short-ish one, but i love love loved this idea i got when i was trying to fall asleep last night!! i'm working on some of your guys' requests i promise! 💘

"okay! okay! lux! smash or pass simon?" freezy laughed out, followed by everyone else. you were all mildly, or completely drunk.

everyone had been pretty busy recently, and so group hangouts had been few and far between, but when you had the chance, you had to make the most of it.

"smash! all day long...!" lux slurred, his eighth pint of the night in front of him on the table, the liquid sloshing back and forth in the glass as the table shook with laughter.

"hmmm..." lux looked around the table for his target, before an idea came to mind, a cheeky, shit eating grin forming on his face as he made eye contact with you. "y/n." he began.

"smash or pass... harry wroetoshaw lewis?" he asked, through childish giggles.

you, being as drunk as ever, rolled your eyes as if the answer was completely obvious. "smash, alllll day, and alllll night!" you laughed out, downing the remainder of your drink.

harry's eyebrows raised and he let out a low chuckle, a smirk forming on his face. he was a complete heavyweight, he was on his seventh drink, and only just growing slightly delirious.

"and on that note.. i'm going to get another drink!" you slurred out as you stood from your seat, almost toppling over, before harry caught you to steady you, his hands gripping your waist.

"i'll come with you." he mumbled, standing up and steering you towards the bar, his hands still on your waist, a couple of his fingers ever so slightly sliding under your top, rubbing at the bare skin.

"they both need to man up and confess.." george mumbled, shaking his head as he watched the two of you at the bar.

you leant on the bar, facing harry as he looked down at you, a glint of love and admiration in his eyes. every time he saw you he was sure you got prettier.

he reached his arm out, tucking some hair behind your ear so it wasn't blocking his view of your face. your drunken state was so cute, the way you constantly smiled, how you were so giggly and giddy, speaking your truths without any doubt.

you were just so perfect in his eyes.

the group watched the two of you, secretly pleading that this where one of you spoke up and confessed. but they knew that wouldn't happen, they'd been waiting for so long that they were sure you'd still be oblivious even if a confession came up and slapped you round the face.

"you're really pretty, y/n..." he mumbled, his eyes transfixed on your mouth and the smile that took residence there.

"thank you, haz." you giggled out, looking up at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes, occasionally down at his lips. the alcohol in your system giving you some newfound confidence that you wouldn't have had otherwise.

he sighed as she looked at his lips, he was drunk, yes, yet he was still sober enough to know that she was much further gone than he was, and that he couldn't give in to the temptation.

the glimmer of hope - that maybe, just maybe you felt the same as him, and he could tell you just how he felt without rejection - slowly fading away as he realised you probably wouldn't remember any of the current interaction when you woke up in the morning.

the bartender placed your drinks on the countertop in front of the two of you, harry picking them up as he followed you back to the table. your shuffling your way back towards the group, happily moving along to the music in the back, before taking your seat back in between george and flo. harry sitting opposite you.

"hey, man, you okay?" freezy asked in a hushed tone, nudging harry's shoulder.

he looked up at him and nodded. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, why wouldn't i be?" harry answered, though the melancholy look on his face as he looked down at his lap said otherwise.

if only you weren't completely shitfaced.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

hey so remember those new protest laws that make peaceful protest illegal? yeah? wanna see them in action?

[alt text:]

Head of UK’s leading anti-monarchy group arrested at coronation protest

Republic’s Graham Smith held at protest on King Charles III’s procession route in central London

Daniel Boffey Chief reporter, Sat 6 May 2023 08.31 BST

The head of the UK’s leading republican movement has been arrested at an anti-monarchist protest on King Charles III’s procession route.

Graham Smith had been collecting drinks and placards for demonstrators at Trafalgar Square when he was detained by police on the Strand in central London.

It is understood Smith was detained after bringing a megaphone to the demonstration. The Met police had tweeted earlier this week that they would have a “low tolerance” of those seeking to “undermine” the day.

Harry Stratton, a director at Republic, who arrived as Smith and the others were detained, said: “They were collecting the placards and bringing them over when the police stopped them.

“The guys asked why and they were told: we will tell you that once we have searched the vehicle. That’s when they arrested the six organisers. We asked on what grounds they had been arrested but they wouldn’t say. It is a surprise as we had had a number of meetings with the police. They had been making all the right noises”.

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dont you love it when your government decides to not even bother hiding the fact the fascist tendencies theyre leaning more and more into?

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[w2soneshots]

harry smau or one shot or anyyythiinggg

i don’t know if you’ve written anything similar to this so i’m sorry if you have )’:

you and harry are going through a rough patch while he’s become super busy with filming across europe & you’ve been stuck at home

Miles apart -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of loneliness.

summary: while Harry’s away for a sidemen video -once again- you find something out that will change your lives forever, but with how busy he’s been you worry about how much he will be there for you.

notes: hi! Angst is genuinely one of my favourite things to write… there’s just something about it🙈. Also added some spice (a whole ass baby) to add to the angstyness, tehehe. Anyways, enjoy lovely and thank you for requesting!!💝🫶🏼

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user: where's Harry?🤨

-> user: he's away for a sidemen Sunday

A few days ago your boyfriend, Harry, left on a trip for a new video that the boys are filming. Lately he's been gone what seems like a lot, for days at a time or on a shoot from early morning to late at night, meaning by the time he gets home you're already fast asleep.

"Hi, how was filming?" You asked Harry on facetime, while he sat in his hotel room. "Pretty shit to be honest. Boring," he replied before yawning. You signed then spoke again after a moment, "you look tired. I'll let you sleep." "Alright, love you," he smiled softly into the camera. "Love you, sweet dreams."

You put the phone down and got comfortable in your bed, since you felt unusually tired you fell straight asleep, completely unaware that the next day your whole world would change forever and Harry wasn't going to be there.

"I'm fucked," you whispered as you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, the obvious pink lines glaring at you. You weren't sure how to react, meaning you just stood there contemplating your life choices.

You and Harry had only been together for two and a half years, which felt like absolutely no time at all. You'd spoken briefly about kids but it definitely wasn't something you were planning in the near future, but now it was happening and honestly, you were concerned he wasn't going to react well.

"What am I going to do?" You asked yourself quietly as you sat down abruptly on the toilet seat. Then the tears started to flow and they didn't stop until your phone rang, breaking the rush of thoughts whirling around your mind.

Quickly, you got up, wiped your tears on your -Harry's- jumper sleeve and reached for your phone. Harry... fuck, act natural.

"Hi," your voice was slightly horse as you answered, thankfully it wasn't a video call. "Hello darling, you okay?" He asked cheerfully. "Mhm, you?" He paused for a moment before speaking again, "sure you're alright? You sound a little... weird."

You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself. "I'm fine, just woke up from a nap," you lied. "Okay... call me if you need anything. I'll be home tomorrow, around eight o'clock," He told you, leading you to feel a mix of relief and worry at telling him about your predicament.

The next day you woke to the same feeling you did the morning prior, nausea. The sickness you felt was what made you go and buy a test in the first place, along with the fact your period was late.

You spent the day going over how on earth you were going to tell Harry that your going to have a whole ass baby, that you'll be fully responsible for and will have to keep healthy and happy for eighteen years... jeez.

You'd felt like shit all day so by the time your boyfriend finally arrived home you were exhausted. You were sat on the couch when he came in. As usual, he immediately dropped his bags and all of his focus turned to you.

"Hey-" "Harry," you stood and interrupted him, you needed to just get it out, "I'm... pregnant." He turned pale and his mouth dropped open. "You're- I- what?" He stumbled on his words, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck.

You both sat down on the couch and remained in complete silence for a good ten minutes, while Harry processed the news. Anxiously, you twiddled your thumbs while you awaited his response.

"When did you find out?" He eventually asked, breaking the silence and slightly startling you. You cleared your throat. "Yesterday. Yesterday morning," you answered, the both of you still looking ahead at the empty, black tv screen.

"So you've had time to think?" "I guess so... I mean, all I've really been thinking about is how you were gonna react and that you've been so busy- I don't want to be alone," you said quietly before finally looking at him, the tears in your waterline threatening to spill.

In an instant he moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body. Relief filled your senses as you felt slightly reassured by his actions. "I've always wanted a family with you... maybe not so soon but we'll figure it out. I know you're gonna be an amazing mum y/n and hopefully I'll be half decent, but I'll always be there," he whispered into your hair.

You smiled as you let out a sob. "Soppy twat," you chocked out. He chuckled, the air in the room now considerably lighter. "So, in nine months we'll have a kid then yeah?" You cleared your throat and sat up. "Technically seven months, since I'm already eight weeks." "Even better."

Two months later...

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[roc-haze]

Arm’s Length | Will Lenney

Read Part 1 here!

In which Will is all in.

——

Cal: Can we talk? I miss you.

“I didn’t realise that you and Cal were still talking.” Will’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“We’re not, really. Why? Has something happened?” Y/N looked to his phone. “Is he texting you?”.

“Darling, this is your phone.” Will handed it to her, the screen illuminating.

She looked at the message, confused but deciding to lay the phone face down.

“Are you gonna get back to him?” Will asked.

“Not right now. It’s probably a drunk text,” she rested her hand over the top of his. “Anyway… back to what I was saying.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what really happened between you two?” Will chose his tone carefully, not wanting to sound too accusatory.

The group were largely unaware of the small romance between Cal and Y/N. Bach had spotted them walking hand in hand through the tube station on a Wednesday evening, but put it down to nothing after finding Cal swiping through Tinder the following weekend. Will, however, had an inside source. Harry Lewis.

They had been filming a pub golf video for Chris’s channel when Harry had brought it up.

“Mate.. can you believe Y/N and Lux?” Harry lowered his voice.

“What do you mean?” Will hadn’t heard anything from Y/N.

“She hasn’t said anything?”. Harry cocked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure they’re together. Like in a serious way. He was asking if he should introduce her to his family.”

“If it’s legit, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.” Will took a sip of his drink, avoiding meeting Harry’s eyes.

“Do you think she’s embarrassed of him? It seems like he wants everyone to know… but she hasn’t even told you? You basically live in her pocket.” Harry questioned Will, somewhat disbelieving his longtime friend.

“Nah, I don’t think she’d be embarrassed of ‘im. He’s a good lad. It’s probably just a lot to figure your shit out with a group as big as this.” Will had always known Y/N to be calm. Level headed. Always with a plan. She’s just probably not ready to tell people yet. She wouldn’t until she was sure he was the one.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder. “Not gonna lie mate, I thought it would be you.”

Less than 3 weeks later, Y/N had thrown herself into work. Cal had stopped posting stories of two wine glasses and snippets of songs Y/N had just happened to like. But to their friends, nothing had ever happened. They had always interacted politely, and they moved forward normally. Hey Y/N, you look well. A quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. You too! Did you go to the football this weekend?

When Will had asked her about it, Y/N had just said, “nothing really happened between us… we’re just better off as mates.” He had his suspicions that there was something a little more sinister going on. Maybe one of them had been a little controlling. Or there was a third person in the picture. Cal immediately reinstating his Tinder profile reeked of unfaithful. “That’s a shame. You deserve someone good.” Like me, he felt like saying.

“If I’m being perfectly honest… Cal was starting to feel like he was the placeholder for you.” Y/N hesitated telling him the full truth. “I feel like such a dick. He figured out my feelings about you long before I did. I just kinda feel like I’ve dropped him in shit and then left.”

Will’s face softened. “Fuck. I always kinda assumed the worst.” He shifted in his seat, hand covering his mouth. “No wonder he hasn’t called me recently.”

“Oh come on, Will. It’s a two way street. You haven’t reached out to him either.” Y/N pursed her lips.

“I know… we have that dinner for Freezy’s birthday coming up. I’ll try and talk to him then,” Will reached out for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “Okay.. let’s make sure he’s okay and finish this conversation. We were starting to get somewhere.”

“Can’t we do that first? I have a lot I wanna say to you.” Y/N stared at him, trailing her eyes from his eyes to his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that… you’re making me feel bad. Just send a welfare text or something. I’m not gonna get pissy at him for messaging me girlfriend if the intention is just to be nice.” Will spoke quickly.

Y/N looked straight at him, a smirk beginning to grow. “Girlfriend?”

She typed a message back to Cal, Will’s hand taking up residence on her knee.

Y/N: Yeah, we can. Is everything okay?

Cal: Not really. I feel like our dynamic is kind of fucked at the moment. What do you think?

Cal: (I also have an insurance question but this is probably an inappropriate time to ask 🫣)

Y/N: I think it’s definitely a little stiff. But I expected that. How would you like to move forward? (Send me a meeting invite for tomorrow and we’ll chat through. I’m free after 2pm)

Cal: I miss my mate. I’d love for us to get a point again where we can have a pint and chat shit

Cal: Also schweeet. That time works perfectly

Y/N: Okay. Are you up for a liquid lunch tomorrow? Half productive business insurance, half gossip? 🤭

Cal: Count me in. Meet you at the usual?

Y/N: Sounds good. See you at 2!

Cal: Great 👍 good to have you back mate

Y/N: You too chief 🫡

“Are you happy with that, William? Do you feel better now?” She placed her phone on the table in front of her, giving her full attention to the man in front of her.

He laughed, taking her hands in his. “That was very nicely done. It just didn’t feel right moving forward until you and Lux were in a good spot.”

“Well. Now I’m gonna talk. You’re not going to interrupt me.” She spoke sternly, before flashing him a Cheshire Cat smile.

Will raised his hand to his mouth, making a zipping motion.

“You and me are meant to be. I am into you in the grossest way. Like I’d happily fold your socks. Pop your zits. Whatever you want. I’m all in, Will. If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay but I’m going to have to leave London out of embarrassment.” She sat vulnerably, searching the man’s eyes for any emotion. Suddenly, the room felt heavy and the exit was looking a little more appealing.

Will sat in silence, blank stare on his face. A few moments passed.

“Are you going to say anything?” Y/N exclaimed in frustration, her voice beginning to crack.

“Am I allowed to speak now? I didn’t want to interrupt.” He grinned at her, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. “I thought I made it pretty obvious with the whole girlfriend comment, but if you’d like to hear me say it…”.

She nodded, finally sinking back into her seat.

“I won’t pop your zits because you’d just about batter me for not having a pimple patch. But I will carry you home after nights out. Take you on hot dates to the Tesco reduced section. Brag about you to people on the street if you’ll let me.” He stopped to take a breath, captivating her gaze. “I’m all in. Even when you start to think I’m wrinkly and pruny.”

“I thought you were just good looking, but turns out you can sometimes string a romantic sentence together.” She looked at Will sincerely, placing her hands on each side of his face.

“I just speak in syllables. Makes me seem all wise.” He laughed, resting his hands on either side of her waist. He pulled her closer, his breath fanning on her face before their lips met.

The kiss was gentle at first. New. The two of them had known each other so well, but this was uncharted territory.

They pulled away, Y/N resting her hands on his chest. “Why didn’t we do this earlier?”

“Don’t ask me. I’ve been waiting around for you.” Will smiled at her, pulling her into his lap. He joined their lips together again, his hands subtly creeping underneath her knitted jumper.

Y/N ran her hands along his forearms, tracing all the way up to the back of his head and tangling her fingers through his hair. His breath hitched as she lightly pulled on a few strands. Will pulled her impossibly close, attempting to shuffle them into a horizontal position.

As Y/N went to adjust her knees on either side of his, almost in a straddle position, her knee couldn’t get a grip on the leather like material and she started to slide off the couch.

Will, unable to get a grip on her quick enough, decided to go down with the ship. They lay on the soft carpet, side by side.

“Are you alright, pet?” Will tried to hide his laughter as Y/N lay rubbing circles over her elbow.

“Fuck, I think I have carpet burn.” She whined, laughing out of embarrassment.

“D’ya want me to kiss it better?” Will turned to face Y/N, seeing her nod. He sat up, placing a kiss on her cheek. Watching the smile spread across her face, he moved to her forehead, other cheek, jaw, chin and eventually her lips.

She laughed as he pulled away. “Wow, I miraculously feel so much better.”

Before the moment could continue, there was a buzz on the intercom.

“That’d be dinner.” Will sat up, making his way to the door. While he greeted the delivery driver, Y/N made her way to the kitchen to collect the essentials - a bottle of red, two glasses, plates and two sets of chopsticks.

Will met her in the kitchen. “I forgot to tell you.. we’re having sushi”.

“I know. We always get sushi after you film.” She led him back toward the living room, setting up the coffee table to accommodate all of their food.

“I ordered some of the teriyaki chicken salad you like. That way you won’t have to worry about buying any lunch tomorrow at work.” Will grabbed the cushions off of the couch, setting them down so they could sit comfortably on the floor.

“You know me too well, Lenney.” She grinned at him, taking a seat and beginning to search through the Netflix suggestions.

He reached over, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. “Always have, sweetheart. You were only just an arms length away.”

Y/N to Ugly Stepsisters chat: I did it. I got the guy.

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Author’s note:

All finished! Hopefully not too bad for my first fic out of retirement. If you can’t tell by the title, I have been very much listening to Sam Fender’s new album 🤭

Thanks for reading 🤍🤍

[finchyclarkemd]

Unspoken Words

~Fluff~

Will never told you how he felt. He never let the words escape, though they hovered on the edge of his tongue like fireflies in the dark, flickering, waiting.  

He was always there, wasn’t he? The friend who listened when your world cracked open, who knew how you took your coffee, who laughed at your jokes even when they weren’t funny. He memorised the way your nose scrunched when you were deep in thought, the way your voice softened when you spoke about the things you loved. And every time you turned to him, smiling, oblivious, his heart tightened in his chest.  

But he couldn’t say it.  

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he lost you? So, instead, he loved you in silence. He loved you in stolen glances when you weren’t looking, in the warmth of his jacket draped over your shoulders when you were cold. In the texts that started with ‘Just checking in’ but really meant ‘I miss you.’

One evening, as you sat beside him, laughing at something trivial, his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long. You caught him.  

“What?” you asked, amusement in your voice.  

His heart pounded. Say it, Will. Say it.

But he only smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just… I’m glad you’re here.”  

Maybe one day, he’d be brave enough to tell you the truth.  

But not today.  

The moment passed, like all the others. You didn’t press him for more, just smiled and nudged his shoulder playfully before turning back to your drink. Will exhaled slowly, forcing his heart to settle.  

He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Every day, the words grew heavier in his chest, pressing against his ribs like something alive, something restless.  

And then, one night, everything almost changed.  

You were sitting on the grass, staring up at the sky, your breath curling in the crisp air. “I love nights like this,” you murmured. “It makes everything feel… simple.”  

Will swallowed hard. Simple. If only it were.  

He watched you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching in your hair. It would be so easy. Just three words. He could say them now, let them fall into the quiet between you. Maybe you’d smile, maybe you’d reach for his hand. Or maybe—maybe you’d look at him with that gentle kindness that would shatter him, that silent apology that meant ‘I don’t feel the same.’

He couldn’t risk it.  

So instead, he leaned back on his hands and said, “Yeah. Simple.”  

But then you turned to him, eyes searching his. “Will?”  

His breath caught. “Yeah?”  

You hesitated, just for a moment. Then you shook your head with a small smile. “Nothing,” you said, echoing his own words from before.  

And he wondered—just for a moment—if maybe you had something unspoken in your heart too.  

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things neither of you dared to say. Will’s fingers curled into the grass, grounding himself. He wanted to ask, ‘What were you going to say?’ but he didn’t. He was too afraid of the answer—afraid that it would either be everything he wanted to hear or nothing at all.  

So, he let it go.  

The days passed, then weeks. And still, Will kept his secret locked away. He told himself it was enough just to be near you, to exist in your orbit, even if you never knew how he felt.  

But then came the night that changed everything.  

You were pacing in his apartment, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, frustration written all over your face. “I don’t get it,” you said. “Why is love so complicated?”  

Will froze. His grip tightened around the mug in his hands. “What happened?”  

You sighed, collapsing onto his couch. “I went on a date.”  

His stomach twisted. He forced himself to breathe. “Oh?”  

“It was fine,” you said, but there was no excitement in your voice. “He was nice, I guess. But the whole time, I kept thinking… I don’t know. That it didn’t feel right.”  

Will’s heart was pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. He wanted to ask—‘Did you wish you were with someone else?’ But he was terrified of the answer.  

You looked at him then, your gaze softer now. “Have you ever been in love, Will?”  

His mouth went dry. He wanted to laugh, wanted to say, ‘Yes, every damn day, and it’s killing me.’ But instead, he swallowed hard and said, “Yeah.”  

Your head tilted. “Really? With who?”  

For a second, everything inside him screamed to tell the truth. ‘With you. It’s always been you.’

But then you smiled, teasing. “Wait, do I know them?”  

And just like that, the moment slipped through his fingers. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah,” he lied. “Just someone from a long time ago.”  

You sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “Lucky them.”  

Will looked at you then, at the way you chewed on your bottom lip, lost in thought. And for the first time, he let himself wonder—really wonder—if maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as oblivious as he thought.

Will told himself he’d never say it. That he’d take this secret to his grave if he had to. But as he sat there, watching you sigh and stare at the ceiling, something inside him snapped.  

Maybe it was the way you looked at him tonight, like you were searching for something. Maybe it was the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Or maybe it was just the simple, undeniable truth—he couldn’t keep pretending.  

His fingers twitched against his knee. His throat felt tight.  

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter than he intended. “You do know them.”  

You frowned, turning to look at him. “What?”  

His chest ached. His pulse roared in his ears. But there was no stopping now. If he didn’t say it tonight, he never would.  

“I lied,” he admitted, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “It’s not someone from a long time ago. It’s not some stranger you don’t know.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “It’s you.”  

Silence.  

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. The air between you was thick, electric. Will’s hands curled into fists, bracing himself for whatever was coming next—for rejection, for awkwardness, for the possibility that he had just ruined everything.  

But then—  

“You idiot,” you whispered.  

His stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to say ‘Forget I said anything’, to backtrack, to turn this into some joke, but then—  

You smiled.  

And before he could process it, you were reaching for him, your fingers tangling with his. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you murmured. “For so long.”  

Will could barely breathe. “You have?”  

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Of course I have.”  

And then, before he could think, before he could talk himself out of it—you kissed him.  

And suddenly, every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of hesitation melted away. Because you knew now. You had always known. And he didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Will felt like the world had stopped spinning. Your lips were warm, soft, everything he’d dreamed about but never dared to imagine. For a moment, he didn’t move, too stunned to believe this was real. But then you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and he swore he felt his heart crack open.  

His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he touched you. But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you smiled against his lips, and that was all he needed. He pulled you closer, breathing you in, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater like he was trying to memorise the feeling of you.  

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the space between you. Will’s eyes searched yours, still trying to process what had just happened.  

“So,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his hand. “That was long overdue.”  

He let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Guess I took my time, huh?”  

“You really did.” You poked his chest lightly, grinning. “I was starting to think I’d have to confess first.”  

Will exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”  

“Yeah,” you agreed, teasing, but your voice was so full of affection it made his chest ache.  

His thumb brushed against your cheek, reverent, as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, choosing him. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  

You tilted your head, considering. “Now, I think you should kiss me again.”  

Will didn’t need to be told twice.  

He leaned in, capturing your lips with a quiet, content sigh. This time, there was no hesitation, no fear. Just you, just him, just the feeling of finally getting it right. 

And as the night stretched on, with you curled against his chest, your fingers intertwined like they were always meant to be, Will realised something:  

Loving you in silence had been easy. But loving you out loud—that was the best thing he’d ever done.

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Will fic as requested! I will try and get round to making all the requests, but feel free to fire some more my way (it keeps me entertained)

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[thashining]

The Elon Virus has spread Worldwide

Stay WOKE

[lailasagna]

not a day goes by where i don’t think about this chrismd video. stephen tries as ref, best teams in a pub golf video yet, how drunk everyone (arthur) got.

[souptastical]

do you think ilvermony has to send out letters to American parents to tell them not to let their kids bring guns to school

[twopoppies]

Harry and Louis have been staying in their house up North (not in Donny), spending time with family and friends. It was bought by Harry, but it's Louis favourite place, or so I've been told 😊

I love getting all these shady anons about them, but I’ve got zero way to verify this stuff so… 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Come off anon and give me some actual info! 🥹

I’ve heard they do have a house up North and it would be my favorite place, too, if the info I’ve heard is true. The area is lovely.

Whatever they’re doing, I hope they’re relaxing and enjoying themselves.

[ladymoody]

Hiii I recently found your blog and I loved how you wrote the first fanfic could you please please make a story with enzo beekshire where he’s like our brother’s best friend and when he invites him over he sneaks in our room and you know… please make it smut

MY BROTHER'S FRIEND

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw +18, swearing, explicit language, fingering, p in v penetration, dom!enzo, cum.

word count: 1,5k

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I was in my room reading, completely lost in a world of fantasy, until I heard a knock on my door.

"mh... come in." I said, not even taking my eyes off my book. My elder brother theodore opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. "my friend's coming tonight."

"who."

"enzo."

"who?" theo sighed.

"my friend. brown hair, brown eyes... he could be your type, actually." he joked.

"oh shut up, theo."

"just playing, sis... I won't let you lie a single finger on my fellas." he said as he walked out and closed the door behind him.

my brother was so annoying. it was not the first time he had brought his friends over, especially enzo who was often at our house, and it was fine with me as long as they didn't disturb me. I just wanted to stay in my little world in my room, which my brother used to call a "girly cave", and stay unbothered from men's presence.

the clock soon struck 8pm which had always been around the time when theodore welcomed his friends in. in fact, not so many minutes later, I heard my brother talking and an unknown voice answering.

I stayed on my cozy bed in my dim-lit room, fully immersed in the intriguing novel in my hands.

margaret's arms were all around jake's neck as they kept making out in the shower. jake was panting heavily and margaret couldn't help but moan every time jake squeezed her ass. she soon broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his - jake's right hand started to wander on her inner thigh expertly, slowly and teasingly touching her clit.

I immediately snapped back to reality, panickingly throwing the book in the air as my bedroom door opened.

"hey sis, just wanted to tell you enzo and I are watching a film in my room." enzo was standing next to him and I couldn't help but check him out a little, taking in his appearance and forgetting to try to look subtle. he had fluffy, almost wavy brown hair — brown eyes, a tall figure, and a slim body. he was wearing a black sweater and a pair of blue jeans, and I couldn't help noticing the earring he was wearing, which I found extremely sexy.

enzo eyed me up back, smirking still from my book-throwing of a few seconds ago.

"hi." I sheepishly said to him. he just kept his gaze on me and stared at my bare thighs longer than necessary.

"if you need me, we're there." he said as they both left my room, shutting the door behind them.

(skip time)

I woke up confused and thirsty, the lights of my room still on, and the book that was previously in my hands was now left on my bed opened to a random page. I rubbed my eyes slowly beginning to register what was going on, and so realizing that I might've fallen asleep.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand and noticed that it was past midnight. I groaned and sat up, still taking a few moments to fully wake up from my quite long nap. I got up and walked out of my room, trying to be as quiet as possible as I didn't know if my family was already sleeping.

as I walked down the corridor, I saw the light of my brother's room cursing under the door chink, which meant that he and enzo were still awake. I knocked on the door.

no one answered. maybe they had fallen asleep forgetting to turn the lights off just like me.

I walked away and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. I opened the door and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing my eye bags and messy hair.

I started to take my shirt off, then my shorts and my underwear, and in the end I opened the shower curtain to turn on the shower and get the hot water.

I screamed and immediately bent over to collect my clothes and press them against my naked figure, in an attempt to cover my body. there was enzo standing in the bathtub lathering up his body, he was shocked as well, but not as much as me since he didn't even try to cover up his crotch.

"is knocking no longer a trend anymore?" he said, a bit upset and a bit amused.

"I made a lot of noise! you could've let me know you were in here too!"

enzo rolled his eyes and spoke again. "lower your voice, or you'll wake theo up."

"I want to wake him up! he needs to know his friend is a damn pervert!" I was about to leave but he leaned out to grab my arm.

"oh you wouldn't dare."

my eyes widened in shock and almost disgust, but I won't lie saying I hadn't minded seeing his naked body.

"why won't you join me?"

I blushed hard. did he really ask me that? is he crazy? why was I nodding?

he smirked to himself as he saw me agreeing and gestured for me to get in with him.

I hesitantly removed the clothes from my body and let them drop back on the floor. I looked at him to see if he was making eye contact with me, but he wasn't — he was staring at my body in awe.

I made my way into the bathtub and joined him, now his gaze was on my face as he couldn't stop grinning at me, hip bottom lip between his teeth.

he didn't waste any time and immediately grabbed the back of my thighs to lift me up, then he pushed me against the cold and wet wall of the shower and held my legs tight around his waist. I automatically rested my hands on his lower chest, our eyes not leaving each other for one second.

with one of his hands, he reached the tap and turned the water on to muffle the noise we'd have made. and eventually, he pressed his lips against mine.

the kiss was slow at first, our heads often tilting to opposite sides to kiss more easily. I moved my arms around his neck, pulling him closer by the back of his head.

after some time of making out, I felt his hand leaving my thigh and rub against my clit. I gasped and threw my head back on the wall, my eyes shut and my mouth hung open. he soon slipped two fingers inside of me, making me moan in pleasure as he started to pump them in and out.

"enzo..." I moaned, clinging to his back.

"mhh... I've wanted to do this since I first saw you." he moaned back.

I was in complete ecstasy as I felt the hot water running on our bare skin — the noise of it taking over our moans of lovemaking — the feeling of his soft lips against mine, and his slender and long fingers fucking my pussy. he knew what he was doing.

"I'm so close…" I whined, almost begging him to let me release.

"hold on, baby. not like this…" he took his fingers out of me, leaving me a needy mess, and grabbed his now hard erection. he started stroking it a bit, then I felt his tip lining up against my folds.

I screamed as he pushed it inside of me without any warning, he stayed inside to let me adjust to his size, and then he began to thrust.

I could feel my walls wrap around him instantly, his thrusts not gentle at all so I could tell he had wanted this for quite a long time. he buried his face in the crook of my neck, often leaving wet kisses on my shoulder. suddenly we heard a knock on the door.

"enzo?" my brother called out. but enzo didn't bother to stop fucking me.

"it's me! I'm in the shower!" he answered.

"well, hurry up, I have to use the bathroom as well!" theo said back and then we heard his steps growing less and less loud as he walked away.

in the meantime I was completely in another universe — enzo's hand had covered my mouth to not let my brother find out what we were up to, while he kept up with his merciless thrusts.

"you're taking it so well..." he groaned into my ear. I dug my nails into his back, making him moan a little more at the painful pleasure of my gesture, and then I hit my orgasm.

the idea of making me come made enzo come right after me within a few seconds — I felt his thrusts getting faster and faster as he buried himself completely inside of me, and in the end, he pulled out cumming on my lower belly.

he kissed my forehead and put me down on my feet, making me stumble a bit from the intensity of what had just happened.

"don't tell your brother, will you, baby?" he stroked my cheek, then he turned the water off and opened the curtain.

I shook my head and he grinned at me before making his way out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

[candykissd]

you're okay.

pairings : chrismd x female reader

summary : the days are just getting tougher, but chris is always there for you, no matter what.

warnings : mentions of mental health issues and insecurities, mature language, fluff

beths notes : chrismd👅👅 apologies for this one being lowk dark!! remember, if you ever need anyone to talk to, i'm always here!! 💘

life was hard, yes, that's just the way it was. everyone struggled now and then. and so did you.

recently your mental health had been deteriorating, you had no idea why, and you didn't really want to know why, you just wished it would stop.

you tried your hardest to force yourself out, to film a video, maybe even a tiktok. but each time you picked up your phone, you couldn't stand to look at the screen, who was that in the reflection? because it wasn't the you that everyone knows and loves.

you hadn't been keeping in contact with your friends, barely texting your family, you hadn't even been talking to chris. and it made you feel horrible.

the amount of delivered texts piling up on your home screen pained you, you wanted to talk to him, you knew he could make it all better, you just didn't want him to see you like this. it didn't feel right.

would he still love you if he saw you like this? would he run away and leave you there? you couldn't face the possibility.

you sat, curled up in one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts. a fluffy blanket and your tv. the only thinks you needed to stop yourself from completely losing it.

it had been quiet in your apartment over the past few days, you were sure your neighbours were worried you were dead. usually the flat was buzzing with life, but not recently.

the signal cut out, yet again, the room going quiet as the tv buffered over and over. the bliss of the silence being interrupted by a knock at the door.

you were originally going to ignore it, until they knocked again, and again. the idea that it could be one of your neighbours crossing your mind, and you thought you should probably let them know you were alive.

you pushed the blanket off of your lap and stood up, making your way towards the front door. tucking some hair behind your ear as you unlocked it, opening it to reveal chris in the hallway, a look of pure concern on his face as he pushed his way into your flat.

"are you okay? what's wrong? what's happened?" he asked, stumbling over his questions as he looked around at the state of your apartment, and then you.

you couldn't help but shift forward into his arms, breaking down in a mess of sobs on his shoulder.

his arms quickly wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

"oh, baby, it's okay. i'm here now." he said softly, pulling away from the hug slowly to look at you. though you refused, looking away.

"hey, look at me, y/n, please?"

you shook your head, being as stubborn as ever.

he placed his index finger under your chin, turning your tear stained face to look at him.

"you gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked, an almost pleading look on his face. there was nothing he hated more than seeing you like this, the person he loved so much, so upset.

"i feel like shit. i can't do anything. i'm so anxious all the time. and i feel so disgusting." you mumbled out, sniffling as you looked up at him.

"d'you wanna talk about it?" he questioned, his hands now taking residence on your shoulders as you shook your head.

"not right now."

"that's okay, love, whenever you're ready, just talk to me, yeah?" "yeah."

the two of you sat down on your sofa, the tv now working again as 'legally blonde', one of your ultimate comfort movies played.

the blanket splayed across your laps, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. occasionally placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

[ldr13beaches]

Harry Lewis x Y/N -

Casual?

Harry Lewis let out a deep sigh as he slumped down into his chair at the table, surrounded by the rest of the Sidemen—JJ, Simon, Ethan, Tobi, Josh, and Vik. The music thumped in the background, but his focus was elsewhere.

Then, the door opened, and you walked in. Faith was on one arm, Freya on the other, both of them laughing and chatting with you. Harry’s gaze snapped up, his eyes immediately landing on you. He watched you for a second, taking you in from head to toe.

You smiled as you approached, your eyes catching his, and you waved a greeting to the guys.

"Hey," you called out with a grin, your steps smooth and easy as you made your way toward the table.

Harry's lips twitched into a faint smile, and without breaking his gaze, he patted the empty seat beside him. “Sit here,” he said, grinning. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Hiya," you greeted, settling into the chair.

His eyes flicked over you once more, a smirk curling up at the corners of his mouth. 

“What?” you echoed, a small laugh escaping your lips.

"Just… taking in the view," he said, his smirk growing wider.

You rolled your eyes. "Ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically.

He laughed, the sound light but genuine. 

The rest of the Sidemen exchanged knowing glances, grins tugging at their lips. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you two, despite being friends liked to flirt. You both shared a back-and-forth that everyone was used to by now.  

Harry leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, still watching you as if you were the only person in the room. The rest of the guys made their usual jokes about how long it was taking for you two to finally get together, but neither of you really paid attention. You’d heard it all before.

The night carried on, the usual banter and chaos of the Sidemen setting the tone. But despite the distractions your focus kept drifting back to Harry. It was like he had a magnetic pull, always there, always in your orbit, even in a room full of people.

Every now and then, you’d catch him looking at you with that half-smile, like he knew something you didn’t. But it wasn't just the looks. It was the way he'd sit closer to you than others, the subtle touches, a hand on your back, or a brush of his fingers against yours. 

The music continued to play, the bar filled with laughter and chatter. Harry, however, remained focused on you. He was trying to act nonchalant, but the way he kept glancing at you gave him away.

As you laughed at something JJ said, Harry couldn't help but watch. Your smile, your laugh, they were addictive, like some kind of drug. But he forced himself to look away, you were just his close friend, nothing more. Right? He leaned back in his chair, trying to appear casual, though he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting back to you.

Simon, sitting next to Harry, noticed his friend's distracted gaze. He smirked and nudged Harry's shoulder.

“You’re staring,” he said, his tone teasing.

Harry immediately snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Simon, his expression betraying his embarrassment for being caught looking.

"I'm not," he said defensively.

Simon snickered, not buying it for a second. "Yeah, right," he replied. "You were straight up gawking at her."

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly, Simon knew him too well. He knew there was no point in denying it.

"Alright, maybe I was," he admitted, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Happy now?"

Simon grinned, clearly enjoying his friend's moment of weakness. He knew Harry was usually so good at covering his emotions, so seeing him crack a little was rare.

"Very," he replied, still grinning. "It's about time you stop denying it, mate. Everyone knows you're head over heels for her."

Harry's glare intensified as he nudged Simon's arm, signalling for him to lower his voice. He didn't need you heating the conversation. 

"Say it louder why don’t you.” He grumbled. Their conversation is interrupted by one of the waiters doing the rounds asking your table what they want to drink. 

The waiter was quite tall, with messy brown hair that had a natural tousled look to it. Freya smirks and raises her eyebrows at you playfully. The waiter smiled at you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary as he filled your order. Despite his attractive appearance, there was something about him that seemed a bit smug. 

Harry noticed the subtle smirk on the waiter's face. It only fuelled his jealousy further. He knew the waiter was flirting with you, and he didn't like it at all.

He took another sip of his drink, still watching you and the waiter's interaction. He felt a pang of irritation seeing the waiter's gaze linger on you, the knowledge that he was interested in you was killing him. 

It got late and the group started to leave the bar. Harry's mood was sour. He could feel his frustration bubbling up inside him, and he couldn't quite pinpoint why he was so irritated. 

He was silent for most of the walk to the car park, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he followed the group. Occasionally, he'd cast a quick, slightly frustrated glance in your direction, his jaw clenched tight.

As you cast a quick look over your shoulder at Harry, he met your gaze. For a brief moment, his irritation softened as he met your eyes. The look on your face was confused, and he knew you were probably wondering why he was acting so strangely.

Harry's mood didn't improve much as you both walked back towards the car park. He was still in a foul mood, and he wasn't hiding it well. It was obvious something was bothering him.

As you walked through the car park to say farewell to the rest of the group, Harry walked alongside you in silence. His face was expressionless, and he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. He gave the other boys a half-hearted wave as they got into their cars, but his focus was entirely on you.

As everyone leaves you look at him and frown. “Alright Harry what the fuck is up with you?”

Harry's demeanour didn't change as you questioned him, his expression still cold and tense. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Nothing's up," he responded, his tone gruff. "I'm fine."

He was lying, of course. But he didn't want to admit what was eating at him. He was too prideful to show weakness.

As you both walked down the street, towards your respective flats, which were conveniently located on the same street near the bar, Harry continued to keep his distance, his steps heavy and unenthusiastic. He still hadn't dropped his cold, expressionless demeanour, and it was clear he was still troubled by something but too stubborn to talk about it.

Rain started to fall heavily, the soft pitter-patter on the pavement suddenly creating a somber atmosphere. You groaned at the sudden downpour, while Harry simply let out a gruff sigh.

He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his face slightly shielded by the rain-soaked fabric of his sweatshirt. He glanced over at you, noticing your annoyed expression.

"Great timing," he muttered sarcastically.

“Oh my! I just realised… the weather is matching your mood!” You say sarcastically. 

Harry let out a sharp scoff at your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Very funny," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just full of useful comments tonight, aren't you?"

“Jesus what is your problem?? You were fine earlier, who shoved a stick up your ass?” You glare, raising your voice. 

Harry's expression darkened further at your words. Your raised voice surprised him, and he turned to face you fully, his gaze intense and almost angry. You’d never seen him this way. In fact the pair of you have never argued before, despite knowing one another for 10+ years.

"Fucking hell, you just don’t get it do you?” He yells. 

“No Harry, I don’t. But please do tell me, cause if it’s something I’ve done I’d really like to fucking know.”  

He ran a hand through his damp hair, frustrated and annoyed with himself.

"It's not... you..." he started, his voice quieter than before. "It's just... fuck I don't know. Can we just get to my flat first?"

“Harry just fucking say it!!!” You groan in frustration. 

Your plea for clarification seemed to hit a nerve, and Harry's frustration boiled over. He took a deep breath, his hands clenched into tight fists in his pockets.

"It’s not what you've done, it's what you haven't done," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "You haven't done anything, and that's the problem. You're so damn oblivious, it's infuriating."

Harry's mind was racing, his emotions warring inside of him. The rain continued to fall around them, adding to the heavy atmosphere.*

"You drive me crazy, you know that? You just have no idea frustrating you are!"

He ran a hand through his messy hair, his gaze locked relentlessly on you. His chest heaved as he spoke, a mixture of anger and something else, something deeper, filling his expression as you look up at him confused and upset. 

Harry stood there, rain dripping off his face, staring at you with an intensity that was almost too much to handle. For a second, everything around you seemed to fade—just the two of you, in the middle of a downpour, standing face to face with all this unspoken tension hanging in the air.

His voice broke the silence, quieter this time, almost hesitant.

“You… you really don’t get it, do you?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the shift in his tone. There was something softer in his voice now, the anger and frustration from earlier melting into something else—something deeper. Something you hadn’t expected.

“What don’t I get?” You frowned, trying to process what he was saying.

Harry exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair again, as if trying to calm himself. He stepped closer, his shoes squelching in the rain-soaked pavement, and for a second, the space between you seemed impossibly small.

“You and me… It’s always been there. All the stupid back-and-forth, all the flirting… it’s not just for fun, is it?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, the world felt a little too small. He was so close now, and the realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

“What do you mean?” You swallowed, not sure if you even wanted to hear the answer, though a part of you did.

Harry sighed, his face unreadable, but his eyes intense. He seemed to be struggling with himself, his fingers fidgeting in his pockets as if the words were stuck somewhere deep down.

“I mean…” His voice trailed off for a second, and then he just said it, almost too fast, like he needed to get it out. “I mean, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t care about you, and I can’t keep watching you flirt with anyone except me.”

Your chest tightened, and you weren’t sure if it was the rain or the vulnerability in his voice, but something about the way he said it made you feel like the ground underneath you had shifted.

“Harry…” You started, your voice barely above a whisper. "You… you can’t just—"

“I can,” he cut you off, his gaze unwavering now. “And I will. I’ve been a bloody idiot about this. I’ve danced around it for so long, and I’m just… I’m done.”

His words hung in the air, the space between you two now filled with a tension so thick, it felt almost suffocating. You stared at him for a moment, struggling to find the right response, you were both shit with your feelings. 

“Why now?” You finally said, your voice barely audible above the sound of the rain. "Why after all this time, Harry?”

He didn’t hesitate, his eyes softening as he took a step closer, and then another, until the distance between you was almost non-existent.

“Because I’ve spent so many years pretending it didn’t matter… pretending I didn’t care that much, but I do care.” He exhaled sharply, almost laughing at himself, the sound dark but bitter. “And it does matter. You matter, to me.”

You could feel the electricity in the air, a tension that had been building up for years, thick and heavy between you both. The rain poured harder now, the water splashing against the ground as if the world itself was holding its breath. Your heart thudded in your chest, erratic and wild.

Harry reached up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering along your jaw. His touch was tentative at first, almost as if he were afraid you might pull away. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Slowly, you reached for him, your hands finding the sides of his wet jacket. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, maybe just a sign, or the courage to do what you both had wanted for so long. 

And then, as if everything had been leading to this moment, you leaned in. His lips met yours softly, tentatively at first, as though asking for permission. You melted into him, the kiss deepening, the world around you fading into nothing but the feeling of his mouth on yours, the rain drenching you both, turning everything into a blur of sensation. 

There was no more distance between you now. No more unspoken words. Just the pounding of the rain, the beat of your hearts, and the warmth of each other’s presence, as if the storm outside wasn’t the only one in your lives anymore.

When you finally broke the kiss, both of you gasping for air, the world still spun. Harry rested his forehead against yours, your thumb tracing the outline of his damp jaw.

The rain fell harder now, the droplets pounding against the earth, with a rhythmic urgency that seemed to mirror the pounding of your heart. He closed the space between you again. You could feel the slight tremble in his hand as it reached up to your face, his fingers brushing your hair back from your forehead, his touch so gentle it almost felt reverent.

It wasn’t enough. You needed more than that. Slowly, you leaned in, kissing him back, giving him the permission he needed. This time, it was different. There was no holding back. His lips deepened against yours, a tender pressure at first, as though he was still afraid, still unsure, but as the seconds passed, something inside him seemed to release. 

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist, drawing you in as though he never wanted to let go. The rain was relentless, soaking through your clothes, but it didn’t matter. His kiss was all that existed. You could taste the rain on his lips, feel the soft pulse of his heart through his chest as it pressed against yours. His mouth moved with growing intensity, tracing the contours of your lips, then slipping deeper, as if he was trying to pour every ounce of everything he’d kept hidden into that kiss.

You slid your hands up his soaked jacket, fingers gripping the fabric like you needed him to stay, needed him to be here in this moment. His tongue brushed against yours, slow at first, as though savouring every touch. It was soft, then hungry, then desperate, as if both of you were trying to make up for lost time.

You pressed yourself against him, letting the kiss grow deeper, more urgent, as the tension that had been building for so long between you both seemed to spill out. 

[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

Things George Clarke would do in a relationship <3

Spend way too long choosing the perfect emoji to text you because he thinks it’ll make you laugh.

Bake cookies with you but end up turning the kitchen into a flour explosion.

Overthink a small gift for your anniversary and eventually buy something incredibly thoughtful (but somehow funny, like matching socks with your favorite inside joke).

Forget to reply to your text because he got distracted filming TikToks, but he makes up for it with the sweetest voice note.

Suggest a movie night but fall asleep halfway through because he stayed up too late editing.

Leave you heartfelt sticky notes around the house just to make you smile.

Get flustered when he talks about you in videos or with friends, even though everyone already knows how much he adores you.

Call you just to share something “you won’t believe,” but it’s usually something adorable like a puppy he saw on the street.

Have a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you but play it off as “just a random mix” if you catch him listening to it.

Get flustered and over-apologizes if he accidentally says something slightly rude, then awkwardly try to make up for it with a cute compliment.

Playfully tease you but get all bashful if you do it back

Accidentally call you while filming a TikTok and spend 5 minutes trying to figure out how to end the call without messing up his recording.

Attempt to fix something small in your apartment, like a squeaky door, and somehow make it worse—but promise to “call a guy” later.

Lose rock-paper-scissors for who has to do the dishes and dramatically complain like it’s the end of the world (but he still does them).

Offer to help you carry bags from the car, take way too many at once to show off, and nearly drop all of them in the driveway.

Invite you to a group hangout but get all shy introducing you to his friends, even though they’re all super welcoming.

Over-apologize after accidentally interrupting you mid-conversation with his mates, only to end up making it even more awkward.

Let his friends tease him endlessly about how he acts around you, and try (unsuccessfully) to brush it off.

Plan a surprise date with help from his friends, but they accidentally let it slip in the group chat.

Ask his friends for relationship advice, and their suggestions range from "write her a poem" to "just send her a funny meme."

Take you along to a group outing and spend the whole time checking to make sure you’re having fun, even though his friends are making you laugh the entire time.

Sing silly made-up songs about random things you’re doing together, like cooking dinner or walking the dog.

Insist on showing you every single new TikTok idea he’s come up with, even the ones he knows are a bit cringe.

Have a special nickname for you that’s so random even he can’t remember how it started.