summerjaneee

[summerjaneee]

🌿 Welcome 🌿

𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒

𝕙𝕚𝕚𝕚, 𝕚’𝕞 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 <𝟛 𝕚’𝕞 𝟚𝟘 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 🇦🇺 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕚 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕦𝕜𝕪𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟. 𝕚 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥. 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.

𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 :)

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

a million little reasons - chrisMD jail time - george clarke held, heard, home - harry lewis we hug now - chrisMD x george clarke a rainy tuesday - george clarke

in order of release, will categorise and update when i write more <3

current favourite song

[w2soneshots]

all the best pics so far from josh’s stag do!🍾❤️‍🔥✨

[summerjaneee]

𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈, 𝒯𝑜𝑜 𝒟𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉

summary: It was such a cliche meeting, but you can't imagine life without him. Arthur is a chaotic content creator with millions of fans. You, a 9-5 "nobody" who spilled coffee on him. Seven months later, you're trying to balance his fame, your normal life, and the messy, beautiful chaos of falling in love.

word count: 1100+

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Arthur’s life was a blur of camera flashes, streaming alerts, and the constant ping of notifications. His days weren’t measured by hours but by uploads, edits, and livestream schedules. For millions of strangers, he was “ArthurTV”.

But for me, he was just Arthur. My Arthur.

We met in the most unromantic but cliché way possible. I was rushing into work on a dreary Monday, shoulders heavy with the weight of emails I hadn’t even opened yet. He came out of the café I usually stopped at, sunglasses balancing on his nose, phone in hand, probably recording some story for his fans. One collision later, my latte was decorating both of us.

“Brilliant,” I muttered, heat rising in my cheeks.

He pulled off his sunglasses, and that’s when I recognized him. Arthur. The internet’s darling. The man my younger cousin wouldn’t shut up about. Except here, with coffee stains on his hoodie and an apologetic half-smile, he didn’t look like a larger-than-life influencer. He looked human.

“I owe you a coffee. Or maybe… three?” he said, glancing at the mess. His voice was disarmingly warm, like he’d spoken this line a thousand times but meant it only now.

I should’ve brushed it off, gone to work, and told myself he was just another chaotic personality orbiting in some online universe far away from mine. But instead, I found myself laughing.

And that laugh… it changed everything.

From there, Arthur made it his mission to keep showing up. Sometimes it was at the café, sometimes outside my office at exactly 5:07 PM, holding a cup of coffee with my name scrawled on it in his terrible handwriting. He teased me about my “normal life,” the 9-5 grind he claimed he could never survive. In return, I teased him about the whirlwind circus he called work.

What surprised me was how much he craved my world. The silence of evenings without a camera. I found out later on that he had once studied to be a lawyer, he was really good at it too. I know this because of the crazy (but fun) debates we have all the time. The simplicity of a weekend without a single obligation except maybe laundry.

It’s been seven months since the coffee incident, and somehow Arthur’s toothbrush lives next to mine. His shoes in my apartment and his hoodies lining up my closet.

Our lives don’t exactly match, not in the clean “relationship goals” way people post on Instagram. I’m still up at 7 a.m. for my job, packing lunches and complaining about broken printers. Arthur, on the other hand, usually stumbles into the kitchen around noon, hair messy, filming a TikTok idea before he’s even had coffee. But it works. Weirdly, beautifully, it works.

This morning, I’m scrolling through emails when I hear his voice. Loud, animated, like he’s talking to thousands of people. Which, of course, he is.

“Babe, say hi to chat!”

I glance up from my laptop full of emails to find him pointing a camera in my direction, his livestream in full swing. My hair is unbrushed, I’m in an oversized hoodie, and I shoot him the deadliest glare I can muster.

“Arthur.” My voice is flat. Warning.

His grin falters into a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, sorry! She hates when I do this.” He spins the camera back to himself, but I can still hear the comments flooding in.

She’s so cute.

Protect her at all costs.

Arthur, don’t mess this up.

I shake my head, trying not to smile. This is my life now. part private, part public spectacle, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, or so I thought.

When his stream finally ends, he collapses on the couch next to me, his head dropping into my lap like he belongs there. “You know they love you, right?” he says, peeking up at me with those mischievous eyes.

“I didn’t sign up to be content, Arthur.”

He chuckles, grabbing my hand. “No. But you signed up for me. And I come with a little chaos.”

A week later, the fight happens.

It isn’t dramatic, not at first. Just a spark, the kind that starts with something small and stupid.

He’s late. Again. We’d planned a quiet Friday with takeaway, a movie, maybe the luxury of falling asleep before midnight. But I’m halfway through the film alone, cartons of cold noodles beside me, when he finally bursts through the door, phone still in hand.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he says between rushed words. “Collab ran over, then I had to finish editing, and then-“

“Arthur.” My voice cuts sharper than I mean it to. “Do you even know what time it is?” He takes a glance at his watch.

“It’s… late. I know. But this is my job. You knew what you were getting into.”

I laugh bitterly, more than I intended but I realise this point was bound to be made. I pushed the food containers away. “I didn’t sign up to be second place to a camera.”

The words hang heavy, and instantly I see the guilt flash across his face. But he doesn’t rush to me, doesn’t soften it away like usual. Instead, his jaw tightens.

“You think I don’t want to be here? That I don’t wish I could shut it all off and just… be yours?” His voice cracks with frustration. “This isn’t just fun and games, it’s how I pay the bills, it’s how I keep this life going for us.”

For us. That word twists in my chest. I feel an instant wave of guilt.

Silence stretches between us, sharp and fragile. For a terrifying moment, I wonder if this is what it looks like, two worlds too different, two lives that don’t quite fit.

Then, slowly, Arthur crosses the room. He sits beside me, the weight of his presence breaking the tension. His hand hovers near mine, not quite touching.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re competing with the chaos,” he says softly now, his earlier fire dimming to ash. “Because if it ever came down to choosing… I’d choose you. Every time.”

The lump in my throat burns. “I don’t need you to choose, Arthur. I just need to know I matter. That when you’re out there, being everything for everyone else, you still come home and save something for me.”

He finally takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine with a tenderness that almost undoes me.

“You’re not just something I save,” he whispers. “You’re the reason I have anything left to give at all.”

I let out a shaky laugh, leaning into him despite myself. “You’re still in trouble, you know. Cold noodles don’t exactly scream romance.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Then I guess I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you.”

The fight dissolves like it never happened, replaced with something heavier but stronger, the quiet, steady kind of love that survives the chaos.

[summerjaneee]

guys lets ignore the fact I literally post once a month, but I'm working on a story at the moment that should be out in the next hour. hope everyone has been good though!! <3

[summerjaneee]

𝒜 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈

a/n: once again I have taken a gazillion years to upload...sorry divas x enjoy!!

summary: At the high of a London storm Chris shows up at your door with a flimsy excuse. quiet confesses of feelings, and realisation your connection is something real. A soft kiss seals the night, and as dawn breaks, he leaves with a promise to return. <3

word count: 1100+

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You didn’t expect him to show up at your door tonight, it was literally storming outside, all of London was advised to stay indoors.

The storm had been murmuring all evening, low thunder and lazy raindrops sliding down your windows like the world was in slow motion. You were wrapped in a warm blanket on the couch, half-listening to a movie you'd seen a hundred times, when the knock startled you out of your thoughts.

Chris stood at the hallway of your apartment, a familiar feeling for both of you, his hoodie soaked through, hair dripping onto his forehead. He gave you a lopsided smile.

“I, uh… forgot my hoodie here the other day. It's um, raining.,” he said, pointing vaguely at the living room behind you.

You raised an eyebrow. Is he serious? “You mean the hoodie you’re wearing?” He looked down, then smirked. “Okay. You caught me. That was a terrible excuse.” You crossed your arms, trying not to smile. “Try again.”

He stepped closer, voice gentler this time. “I just… wanted to see you. I missed you already”

Your heart pulled in that familiar way it always did around him. Annoyed at yourself for being so easy, but letting him in anyway.

“Come on, come inside before you catch pneumonia or something,” you muttered, stepping aside. Chris brushed past your shoulders as you closed the door behind.

He dropped his wet hoodie by the door and padded into the living room in a black t-shirt that clung slightly to his skin. You tried not to notice. He flopped next to you like he belonged there, tugging half your blanket over his legs and bumping your shoulder.

“So,” he said, glancing at the TV, “we’re watching this again?”

“I like this movie.”

“I know. That’s why I sat through it four times already.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no bite in it. “You’re free to leave, you know.” He leaned back with a grin. “Nah. I like annoying you too much.” You tried to hide your smile by taking a sip of tea. He noticed anyway. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Chris shifted, turning slightly toward you. “Can I ask you something?” he said softly. You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

“Do you think this, us…is something?” He paused, then added quickly, “Not like… some huge, dramatic thing. But just… something that matters.” You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden vulnerability. “I think… it already is.”

Chris looked down at your joined hands beneath the blanket. “It’s weird. I used to think love was about these big moments, you know? Like grand gestures, sweeping declarations” You smiled. “Running through airports and shouting in the rain?”

“Exactly,” he laughed. “But now, I don’t know. I think maybe it’s just” He paused, searching. “You. Laughing at dumb jokes and letting me steal your blanket. Knowing you’ll roll your eyes but still let me stay.”

You looked at him, really looked. He was nervous. This was him being honest, quietly, shyly honest.

“You know what I think?” you said gently.

He met your eyes. “What?”

“I think love is a million little reasons to stay.”

Chris went quiet for a moment, then smiled. A real one. Soft and stunned. “You’re one of mine,” he said.

Your breath caught. “You’re one of mine too.”

He looked like he might say something else, but then he just leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, letting yourself feel everything all at once and nothing all at the same time.

Outside, the rain fell steady and soft. Inside, you stayed tangled in a blanket, hearts beating slow and close. Neither of you moved. Because this wasn’t about fireworks. This wasn’t about running through airports. This was love. In a hoodie, on a couch, in a storm.

 And that was enough.

He lifted his head just enough to search your eyes. A silent question hung between you. You nodded slightly, a barely perceptible movement, but it was enough. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, a featherlight touch that sent shivers down your spine. Then, he deepened the kiss, slow and sweet, full of the quiet intensity that had drawn you to him in the first place.

The sound of the rain outside faded into a background hum as you lost yourself in the moment. His hand found yours again under the blanket, intertwining your fingers tightly. It wasn’t a passionate, dramatic kiss like in the movies, but it was real, honest, and filled with a warmth that spread through your chest like wildfire.

When you finally pulled apart, a soft smile played on his lips. He didn’t say anything, just rested his head back against yours, a contented sigh escaping him. The quiet of the storm enveloped you both, a peaceful cocoon against the world.

"You know," you whispered, breaking the silence, "I always hated rainy days."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear. "Me too."

"But," you added, turning slightly to look at him, "maybe they're not so bad after all."

He met your gaze, his eyes sparkling with a gentle light. "Maybe not," he agreed, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Especially when I get to steal your blanket and annoy you."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "You're incorrigible."

"Only around you," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's company, the movie forgotten, the conversation flowing easily between you. There were no grand declarations, no sweeping promises, just the simple comfort of being together. As the rain finally began to subside, and the first rays of dawn peeked through the clouds, Chris finally stirred.

"I should probably go," he said reluctantly, his hand still clasped tightly in yours.

"Do you have to?" you asked, even though you knew he did.

He gave you a lopsided grin. "Only if you want your blanket back."

You laughed and shook your head. "Keep it. You can bring it back the next rainy day."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He stood up, grabbing his now mostly dry hoodie, and turned back to you. His eyes held a depth of emotion that made your heart ache in the best way. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "See you soon," he whispered.

"See you soon," you replied, watching him disappear into the lightening sky, leaving you with the warmth of his presence still lingering in the air, and the undeniable feeling that this was just the beginning.

[summerjaneee]

Jaιl Тιмe

you guys, its been too long. I said I was going to post something last week and genuinely just got distracted ;-; but here is a cute little story between george x reader, I just finished Ginny & Georgia and I was a little inspired by season 3..minus murder hahaha, enjoy xoxo

George gets a call in the middle of the night only to find out his girlfriend has gotten into a bit of trouble, but ofc nobody is mad here, just cute fluff <3

word count: 530+

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The call came at 2:46 am. George groaned, blindly reaching for his buzzing phone, knocking over a water bottle in the process. Who would call this late?

Talia.

He blinked blearily and answered. “George, hey. I’m sorry to call, but… it’s Y/N.” His body immediately tensed. “What happened?”

“She got into a bit of trouble. It’s not serious, but…” A pause. “She was drinking a lot. We tried to stop her, Gee and I. but Y/N just kind of… spiralled. And she got into it with security outside the club.” George was already sitting up, grabbing his keys. “Where is she?” Talia sighed from the other side of the line. “She’s at the police station near the club” George’s face dropped “Oh fuck, okay. Thank you, Talia” George hung up the phone and rushed out the door.

By the time he arrived at the station, the sick feeling in his stomach hadn’t gone away. Y/N wasn’t the type to act out, at least not like this. She was the glue, the peacemaker, the one who calmed him down when he was too loud or too reckless.

Seeing her sitting in the dim holding room, head down, hoodie pulled tight over their face, it twisted his stomach.

The officer gave him a look. “You George?” He nodded. “Yes Officer…?” “Kingston” replied the officer, pointing towards the paperwork that was yet to be signed. George acknowledged his patience and thanked the officer.

“She didn’t resist. Just emotional. Kept apologizing for breathing too loud, like they were trying to disappear into the floor.” The officer softened. “She’s lucky her friends stayed close. Could’ve gone a different way.” George nodded again, jaw tight.

“Hey,” he said quietly when they let him in. Y/N looked up. Her eyes were red, cheeks blotchy, makeup smudged like shadows beneath their eyes. “I’m so stupid,” Y/N whispered.

“No, you’re not.”

“I couldn’t stop crying. I don’t even know why. It just hit me out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to mess everything up.” George crouched in front of her. “You didn’t mess anything up. You broke down. That’s not the same thing.”

Y/N blinked rapidly. “Everyone thinks I’m the one who has it all together. But lately I feel like I’m one loose thread away from unravelling.” George didn’t speak. Just reached for her hands, wrapping his fingers around hers. “I didn’t even want to go out tonight,” Y/N admitted, voice cracking. “But I didn’t want to be alone either.”

“You should’ve told me” He said softly. “I would’ve sat on the floor with you and eaten cold noodles and listened to whatever sad playlist you had on repeat.” Y/N let out a shaky laugh, wiping her eyes with her dirty sleeve. “Here darling, let me help you.” George reached to Y/N’s face

“I’m sorry,” they murmured again. “You shouldn’t have to come rescue me.”

“I would do it every damn time,” George said. “No questions asked.”

They were quiet again, and then Y/N asked, “Do you think I’m broken?” George’s heart clenched. “No,” he said firmly. “I think you’re human. And I think you’ve been holding too much alone for too long.”

He stood and helped them up.

“Let’s get you home.”

[whoetoshaw]

W2S CLAN | h. lewis

summary: snapshot into life with the wroetoshaws.

pairing: reader x bog

notes: hopefully no mistakes in this, finally finished this after sitting in my drafts for so long! hopefully it ties you over with some bog content! really fighting through this writers block 💘 hope you enjoy, let me know what you think, lots of loveee, don’t forget to reblog! <3

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yourusername average morning for the wroetoshaws 🌳🪵🐿️ furry child went for a swim in the swamp tho x

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user the dog looked like a chocolate lab on your story 😭

yourusername and he still did 3 baths later!!!

user can i join this family

user can you believe this is the same instagram y/n posted her wild days on

user the pic of her with a spliff came up on my explore yday 😂

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user wroetoshaw in his family man era, you will be missed ❄️😔

user wow bro chill

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yourusername nesting era? no, we’re all in our walking-to-get-this-baby-out era 💅🏼 keeping occupied guernsey with our beach trips, garden parties and chasing the chickens 74924 times a day 🤣 momma needs this baby outtttt tho 🫠 #37weeks #ImStillScaredItsGoingToBeTwinsEvenThoughIKnowItsNot #SomeoneBookIbiziaWithMe

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theburntchip aw you and harry in the second slide ❤️

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user moomin!!!!!

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yourusername thanks babe! 💖 you won’t catch me paying anymore than £20 for clothes worn on my kids backs because they somehow manage to ruin them 🙂🫶🏼 i think the one time i bought a designer piece, they tore it and/or stained it with wall paint 😁

user the poor chickens!!!!

yourusername they chase them back, it’s fine 😂

user and what happens if they attack them hmm??? did you ever think if your child gets scratched to pieces!!! 🤬

yourusername well then they’ll learn won’t they karen

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yourusername spending as much time as i can with my two big babies before the newest arrives and steals me from them 🥲 they have been the best these last few months and are so so excited for their new brother or sister!!! 🥹😭 harry is coping the worst out of all of us but what’s neww, my stressful man 🩷

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user he just looks stressed

yourusername he’s had enough of my moaning 😂😂

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yourusername harry has banned ipads in our house for the summer, that’s why 😂😂 unless it’s dinner time or before bed but they usually prefer playing with their toys anyway xx

user you make life in the country look >>> would you ever move back to london? xx

yourusername we visit london regularly when schools/nurseries are out and see the guys and girls but i don’t think we’d move back anytime soon. lol harry hates london for a raising a family but who knows. maybe in 15 years we might get tired of the smell of cow shit and have a midlife crisis and move back 😂 xxx

user you mean when there’s a sidemen relaunch 😎

user yeah and we’re watching 7 grandads

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yourusername soooo surpriseee 🤪 baby girl came a day before her due date!!! (14 hours before actually, if you wanna get specific) ‘n i luv being in my lil baby bubble 🫧🐣🍼 if ya see me strolling around in some wrinkly man shorts with louis vuitton for eye bags - congratulate me on my new aesthetic 💅🏼 happy one month to our girllll 🩷👶🏼 and shout out to the nans, grandads, aunts and uncle for taking my other two crazies out for a few hours every day so big momma and dada can sleep 😴😂 speak soon xxx

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user it’s a girl! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

user CONGRATS!!! OMG!!! 💛💛💛

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ksi amazing ❤️ visit soon

calfreezy nah i’m cryyyinnnng again

user y/n you remain my favourite mom-fluencer with your humor, NEVER CHANGE ❤️

user bogggg n baby bogggg 🥹🥹

user congratulations to my favourite couple once again 💓

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faithlouisak little muffin is just a dream like her mama 🥹🫶🏼 now get my girl on her flight to spain, she needs it 🤣🤍🍹

yourusername my wife gets it 🥂🤍😚

user milf x3

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yourusername our last 24 hours:

1. relax and unwinding w my boy before our hectic morning ahead -> there was no relaxing or unwinding on my behalf as i went over everything we needed packed

2. last-minute packing cus you can never be so sure you’ve got everything 🫠

3. saying goodbye to finn at the fellas office 🐶🌭

4. the princess waking up early & in a good mood for her holiday!!!!!! 😎

5. getting ready n brushing our teeth before heading to the airport

6. a tired dada

7. a tired bbg who looks to be fighting with her dada

8. a well needed coffee

9. ready for takeoff ✈️

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user enjoy it babes! well deserved 😚

theobaker enjoy gang 👊🏼 look after those mini legends

taliamar ENJOY HUNNY BUN!!!! MISS YOU ALREADY 🩷🩷🩷

user how are the kids when flying? hopefully they’re good to you, lol! 😂🤍

user as long as harry doesn’t talk about the plans crashing, i’m sure they’ll be fine 🤣🤣

yourusername thank you 💘 lol they actually don’t get that nervous, i think it’s always nerves of excitement cus they’re ok when flying. we usually take a twin each and swap when they start to get bored of us 😆 as long as they’ve got colouring books, snacks and a movie downloaded, they’re fine, plus, they usually distract harry from any disaster occurring too so a win 🤣

user god harry is such a DILF

user crying at her not looking at harry 😭😭💀

yourusername like what’s the tea? what’s your beef??? who hurt youuu 😂

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yourusername aaaand relax 🧘🏽‍♀️ we made it!!! and without losing a child!!! 🥳 already sipping on some cocktails and matching fits w/ my girl. babes are smothered in suncream and never out of that pool 🤿 got dad on protective duties and slide 9 was when i accidentally brought up baby no. 4 💀 happy friday 🥂xxxx

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user NAH SCREAMING AT HIM #9

user i cannot stress how much i love this family

user ok but the insta story of you and harry hammered trying to be quiet after putting the kids to bed

yourusername ok but why were we pissed off one cocktail

user if i’m not like this as a mom

user ADOPT ME

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yourusername still in full holiday mode ☀️ thinkin bout cancelling that flight home more and more . . .

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user the second pic is a mood

yourusername being a right menace since we got him that water gun, i know i was laughing but i was really proper fuminnnn my eye is in agony

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user not mum and dad playing mermaids

user penny and her accessories, i can’t 😭

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yourusername first family ski holiday!! ❄️ never been the best skier so a lot of the time me n babygirl were side questing . . . 🙈 the other two were natural gems and in their element! (i was riddled with nerves and screaming for harry to be careful with them every 0.2 seconds 😃 not recommend for overthinking moms . . . )

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danidyerxx my head would be away 😂😂

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user did you ski everyday? xx

yourusername basically, but sometimes only for 2-3 hours and then we’d go out for food and explore! we went ice-skating one day, had a snow day (without skiing), went to a winter wonderland type thing with rides and a petting zoo but really we were just in our cabin a lot - we had a hot tub on the porch and coffee shop 2 cabins down so also had hot chocolate in that every day! my kids are very high energy so this trip done the trick at knocking them out at night (and harry 😂) xx

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yourusername wanted to make a post that isn’t so ‘picture perfect’ cus i don’t want to sell a fake narrative . . . it’s easy to post nice pics with cute stories but really no one sees the day-to-day shit most parents face 😂 i can confirm my kids are absolute nutters. they can hardly sit still. they grind my gears with their attitude at times and they can be sooo so difficult. we have tears, we have tantrums, we have days we sit with our heads in our hands (as pictured, harry coping in a nando’s when one of ours was having a meltdown) and others sitting, contemplating life decisions in bath water that is went cold an hour ago (me every sunday before getting prepped for the new school week). my kids can be crazy (karma, some may say) they can be such wind ups with their jokes and stubbornness, especially in serious situations (if there is one thing about my spawns, they always act up at the worst times) i could pull my hair out. parenting is hard, it’s stressful, it’s tiring and it definitely is not aesthetic. i have pen on my walls, broken belongings, sabotaged school pictures (as seen in bottom corner) and bruises from not-so-kind-hands 🙃 i know my babies and i know they are good kids - they’re kind, they’re friendly, they’ve such good manners and overall a spectacular nature about them that i am proud of — but my days, do they have their days - but then again, doesn’t everyone? i could go on forever but i just want to tell all the parents out there that everyone struggles, everyone has hard days. everyone has days they don’t want to play mum and dad 😂 sometimes you just have to laugh through it, which is what harry and i do on the daily (if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, right?) i am just like everyone else. i don’t reward my kids for bad behaviour, i tell them off when they do wrong, i tell them no, i give them the ‘mum look’ when they’re acting up in public and i lock myself in the bathroom too long after i’ve used the toilet 😂 i stood arguing with my daughter in a primark like she was my sister and then had to take on her brother as well when he piped up!!! (so mature arguing with 6 year olds 😌) anyway, i just want to give all those who can relate to this a massive hug and a pat on the back for all that you’ve conquered so far 🫂 pls don’t be hard and hate on yourself when you feel like this, it doesn’t mean you love them any less - if you’ve ever felt guilty for not ‘enjoying every second,’ please know—no one enjoys every second of anything: not sleep, not chocolate, not even vacations, so don’t hold yourself to an impossible standard, you’re doing the messy, beautiful work of loving someone more than life—and that’s more than enough.

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yourusername few days in lovely london, exploring familiar places and catching up with old friends 🍓🍫🦢🌳🛍️ got to see some sights and dad at work fid also sweeped the toy shop clearrr, cries my bank card 🤧

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yourusername back home appreciating the normality 😌 back to daily outings, ice-cream dates, colouring on rainy days and visiting nan and grandad, what more could you want 👶🏼🍨💛

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[georgeclarkeys]

blue eyed bet - george clarkey x reader

summary: you met a gorgeous blue eyed man at the club, whom you eventually grow to love. things take a turn when to come to understand the terms of your initial interaction. - 1.4k words

this is the first time i have ever written angst in my LIFE. i hope it doesn't suck hahaha. i might write part two of this idk

hope y'all don't hate it!

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The thumping bass and pulsing lights of the club were giving you a headache. It was your friend's birthday, so you agreed to go out for the night, but you quickly began to regret your decision. The soles of your shoes were sticking to the floor as you leaned onto the cool counter in front of you. You had been standing there for several minutes, and had yet to catch the attention of any of the bustling bartenders. Sighing in defeat, you turned around and placed your elbows on the bar, taking in your surroundings. 

Nothing looked out of place for a rowdy pub on a Saturday night. There were couples pressed into dark corners, drunk girls singing horribly off key, and plenty of rambunctious groups of men downing pints in quick succession. Your gaze lingered on a group of friends in the corner. They seemed significantly less boisterous, but you could tell they were still having fun. The one in the middle looked like the kind of man that love stories were written about. 

You tilted your head to the side and studied him quietly from across the room. His features were chiseled, but paired with an unexplainable softness that made your head spin. His curly hair was cut into a mullet, and the scar on his eyebrow intrigued you. He glowed with an attractive sense of confidence, and you took note of the way his eyes lit up as he looked at his friends. Then, there was his smile. You felt your heart skip a beat when he laughed, and you swore the whole room lit up. His smile was so unbelievably charming, and you suddenly found yourself wanting to be the reason for it. You were lost in your thoughts when a pair of breathtakingly blue eyes met yours.

Shit you thought. He caught you staring. You averted your eyes without a second thought, and decided it was time to make your exit. After weaving your way back to the table that your friends had claimed, you said a few quick goodbyes and made a break for the door. 

It was quiet outside, the bumping beat reduced to a dull thud, and you felt like you could breathe for the first time in hours. You had only made it a few steps down the damp pavement when you heard a voice behind you. 

“Hey!” The voice called, drawing your attention. Please don’t be a creep you thought I don’t have the energy to deal with that. You gripped your purse tighter, and flicked your hair over your shoulder as you turned towards the commotion. 

Your nervous eyes met those beautiful blue eyes for the second time.

“Are you heading out?” The gorgeous mystery man asked. “I was just inside working up the courage to come speak to you.”

You blinked your eyes, feeling the blush reach your cheeks. You were thankful that they were already flushed from the alcohol. 

“That’s funny,” you retorted, “I was running away because you caught me staring.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, “Well if you want to run, I won’t try to stop you.” He paused for a beat, “but I would prefer if you left me with your number.”

Your mouth twitched, almost a smile, “I think we could work something out.”

You dug in your purse for a pen, grabbed his hand, and scribbled your number onto the top of it.

“Call me,” you suggested, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. 

He returned your alluring gaze, offering you a wink as you turned around and continued down the street.

When you turned the corner you glanced behind you to find him watching you walk away, and you realized you never got his name. 

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His name was George, at least that’s what the first text he sent you implied. He asked you out to dinner, and you were happy to join him on what would become the first of many dates. He was perfect; charming, funny, and thoughtful. The love that had bloomed between the two of you was undeniable. Now, it had been nearly seven months since that fateful encounter outside the club, and you and George were only growing more in love. 

The couch at Casa Clarke-Dixon-Hill was beginning to form a you sized dent in the cushion. You loved spending time getting to know George’s friends, who you learned were with him at the club that night. 

It was just past midnight on a Friday, and you were occupying your spot on the couch. George had wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to snuggle into his side comfortably. Chris and Arthur were scattered around the room as well, and all four of you were somewhere between buzzed and tipsy. 

“No, mate, I promise!” Chris laughed out, “I was not into that girl at all.”

“Whatever,” Arthur argued, “I could see you giving her heart eyes from five people over.”

You turned to George, who looked amused at his friends bickering, and muttered, “what are you doing tomorrow?” 

His eyes cut down to meet yours, “well you mentioned that new Café down the street. Since you’re staying here tonight we could go in the morning?”

Your face lit up, “oh, that sounds lovely.”

George pressed his lips to your temple, “well let’s plan on that then.”

The two of you were so caught up in each other, you failed to notice that Chris and Arthur had ceased their bickering and turned their attention to you and George.

“Oh my. Isn’t that so sweet, Christopher. I feel a tear coming.” Arthur teased, fanning his eyes.

Chris chuckled at his roommate, before turning thoughtful. “It’s crazy to think that all of this,” he waved his hand towards the couch, “happened because I bet George twenty pounds he couldn’t get her number.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

George immediately stiffened next to you, but no words touched his lips. You pulled out of his grasp, and he let you.

Chris’s laughter died down when he noticed the shock on your face. His eyes jumped back and forth between your stunned face and George’s panic filled eyes. 

Chris exchanged an alarmed look with Arthur as you turned and spoke directly to George, “What did he just say?”

George refused to meet your eyes, keeping his head straight forward. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. It appeared he was at a loss for words. 

You glanced across the room, taking in the wide eyes of both Chris and Arthur. Neither of them daring to break the silence. An ache settled into your chest as you returned your gaze to George. 

“George?” You felt the ache in your chest growing deeper with each second that passed in silence. 

His eyes were glued to the floor. 

“Is that true? That’s why you followed me out into the street?” You questioned him, brows furrowed in distress.

His beautiful blue eyes, full of regret, met yours for the first time since Chris revealed his secret. “Yes.”

The tears were sliding down your face before you could stop them. George reached out towards you, but you moved away quickly. Your breathing quickened, you needed to get out of there. You needed to be anywhere else but where you were. You needed to escape the watchful eyes of your lying boyfriend and his flatmates. 

You stood quickly and grabbed your bag off the ground. Chris and Arthur watched in horror as you hurried towards the door. You heard George call your name, but you did not stop until your hand was wrapped around the door handle. Grounding yourself of the cold metal of the handle, you turned and leveled your teary eyes on your boyfriend. He was standing several steps away, looking absolutely defeated. 

“Please-” he started, his voice trembling.

“No.” You cut him off. “Don’t call me, George.”

With those final words you pulled the door open, forcing yourself out without a backwards glance, and slammed it behind you.

[clarkeyszn]

he knows he’s the shit

[summerjaneee]

thank you all for the love and dm’s on the latest fic ❤️❤️

[si-de-mon]

yo I’m really on board with this talia x simon ship!! they’re cute

[themdera]

they are now MARRIED and pregnant!!!

[xoillumination]

Back To Being Friends - Chapter One

This is a Sombr fanfic. Please enjoy I’ll try and get a chapter out once every two days or so. Happy reading my fellow Sombr fans :)

Slightly proofread not fully though.

The air is thick as body push up against one another to get as close as they can to the barricade. I keep my arm linked with my friend. I hate concerts... well I hate the waiting. It's frustrating, people just push and shove. I hate being so close to people, but this is what my friend wanted. An hour passes and my feet feel like they're on fire. I stand on my toes to relieve the pain.

The lights finally dime and screams abrupt. The hall echoes, heads turn the the stage. My breathing hitches and there he is, all six feet nine inches of him. His black hair falls in his eyes just how it always does. My throat tightens as I look at him taking in the praise from the crowd. He looks the same just without the gleam in his eyes. His voice pierces through the air, “Hello, New York!” He looks out into the crowd, his eyes taking in every adoring fan. His eyes land on me and something flickers in his eyes. I bite my lip and look away. I can feel his pain from here. The band starts and just like that he’s back into character. I stand, staring at him as he towers over the mic stand and sings. People around us scream his lyrics but my mind is trapped in the night one year ago.

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August 8th 2024:

It’s strange tonight. The air is neither hot nor cold it’s a nice medium. I don’t know whether to shrug my jacket off or keep it on. I walk into a 711 and grab a monster and some lays before heading to pay. I turn to leave when I run into a wall of human flesh. I hear my nose crunch and I wince, “Shit.”

I glance up, nearly breaking my neck, “You good?” His voice soft but rough. I blink the light behind him making him look like a fallen angel, “Hello?” He clicks his fingers in front of me face.

“I’m okay.” I finally answer. My nose throbs. I can feel bruises forming under my eyes already, “Sorry about running into.” I take a few steps back out of his personal space, “I should’ve been paying attention.” I bend and pick up my monster.

When I straighten he’s gone. I scoff in confusion and exit the 711. I make it one block when I hear the pounding of footsteps behind me. My back straighten as I turn slightly to see who’s approaching me.

It’s that guy from 711. I slow and let him catch up, “Gosh,” he pants, “Give me a minute.” He rest his hands on his knees and takes a few deep breaths, before straightening and looking at me, “Your nose.” I blink slowly, “Here.” He passes me some tissues, “For the blood.”

My fingertips touch the top of my lip where blood pools. How did I not notice? I take the tissues and wipe the blood, “Thank you.” I give him a small smile. I probably look crazy with my frazzled hair and bloody nose.

“This is going to sound strange, but my hotel is just a bit further down why don’t you come in and actually wash your face with some warm water?” I don’t even take a second to think about how crazy the question was I just nod and we both fall in sync walking to his hotel.

When he opens the hotel room I enter the realisation hitting me that I just followed a random man back to his apartment, “What’s your name?” I ask. My body tensing, as he moves to drop his keys on the table.

“Sombr.” My brows furrow. Why does that name sound familiar? I question. I finally really look at him. Tall and slim, black fluffy hair and brown eyes. My eyes widen. Holy shit! I’m in Sombr’s hotel room a singers hotel room.

I squeeze my clammy hands, “I’m Heather.” He nods.

“The bathroom is this way.” He opens a door and nods. I walk in and close the bathroom door. I wash the blood off of my face before walking back out.

He sits on the couch his arms spread out along the back, “Thank you.” He looks over to me and smiles, “Well I should get going.” His smile slips for a second.

“Would you want to watch a movie?” The question catches me by surprise.

“What?” My tone harsher than I meant.

“Sorry I know I’m probably coming off a bit creepy, but you seem cool and would like to get to know you better, so movie?” He asks.

Just like that I sit down on the couch and spend the best weekend of my life in Sombr’s hotel room with him.

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The memories from August last year flood my memories. Heat creeps up my cheeks. ‘Back To Friends’ starts playing. His coffee eyes meet mine as he sings every single lyric directly at me.

I feel every ounce of pain behind the words he sings. God how I wish I didn’t cause him pain. I bite my lip to hold back the tears as he finishes the song and says goodnight. As everyone moves to leave my feet stay planted solid in place. I lose sight of my friend. Everyone pushes and shoves around me, but I stand frozen, staring at the microphone, “Miss.” My attention snaps to the security guard, “Miss would you come with me please.” I don’t say anything I just follow the security guard backstage.

There he sits on a black leather couch drinking a bottle of water, “Hello sweetheart.”

To be continued…

[summerjaneee]

go checkout my girls first post xoxo

[w2soneshots]

Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure😋💘

[summerjaneee]

Held, Heard, Home

A little something written for those who need a little friendship to cheer you up, Harry Lewis will always look like he needs a hug. Not completely proof-read but scanned Enjoy xoxo Word count: 1.5k

Harry Lewis is feeling a certain down recently, Ethan takes the step to help bog. Sidemen are there for his friend, as they always will be <3

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Ethan had always known Harry to be the kind of person who laughed with his whole chest — the kind of laugh that made other people laugh, even if they didn’t get the joke. But lately, he’d been… muted. Like someone had turned down the volume on him, and no one knew where the remote had gone.

It started with smaller things. Missed messages. Jokes that didn’t land. The kind of silences that stretched just a little too long. Harry stopped staying late after shoots. Stopped showing up early for coffee. And when he was around, his smile looked like something he borrowed and forgot to return. Ethan noticed it before anyone else. Maybe because he looked harder. Maybe because he knew, in that bone-deep, unspoken kind of way that best friends just do. But knowing and helping were two different beasts.

So he tried. In his own gentle way. Bringing over Harry’s favorite snacks. Texting dumb memes at 2 AM. Suggesting games they hadn’t played in years. He even suggested a walk once and Harry had gone quiet, eyes glazed over, then said maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow never came. It was a Wednesday when Ethan made the call. Harry hadn’t answered his messages in two days. The kind of silence that felt heavy. Wrong. And when Ethan swung by his flat that afternoon, he could tell Harry was home, lights off, curtains drawn, but his car parked out front. Ethan stood at the door for a full five minutes before knocking.

Nothing. His stomach twisted. That night, Ethan opened the group chat.

Ethan: Boys, I need your help. It’s about Harry. It only took seconds for responses to roll in. Tobi: What’s going on? Simon: Is he alright? Vik: Ethan? You good? Ethan: I don’t think he’s okay. I’ve been trying to reach him. He’s been… off for a while. And I think it’s getting worse. JJ: I knew something was up. He’s been ghosting shoots. Didn’t even reply to my message about the Sidemen Sunday video. Josh: What can we do? Ethan: We go to him. All of us. He needs to know he’s not alone. There was a pause. Then a flood of thumbs-up emojis and “I’m in.”

They showed up the next evening. Six of them. Not loud, not laughing, just present. Each holding something simple. Josh brought food. JJ brought that ridiculous hoodie Harry always stole. Vik brought a board game. Tobi had his speaker tucked under his arm. Simon had a card, handwritten, folded carefully, something he’d scratched out and rewritten a dozen times. Ethan knocked. Again. Then quietly called through the door. “Haz, it’s us.” A long pause. And then… the door opened. Harry looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were dull, his skin pale. He wore the same jumper Ethan had seen him in two weeks ago. But more than that — he looked tired. The kind of tired that wasn’t about sleep. The kind that lived behind your ribs. No one said anything for a moment. Then Tobi just stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. No words. Just warmth. Harry stood there, frozen, until something broke. His arms lifted slowly, hesitantly — and then he gripped Tobi back like he was afraid to let go.

The rest followed. Quiet, strong. Each hug chipped away at the shell Harry had built around himself. No one forced him to talk. They just came in, sat with him, and stayed. They filled the silence with laughter, stories, memories. JJ did impressions. Josh made tea. Vik set up the game. Simon sat beside Harry on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, not saying a word. Ethan watched it all from the kitchen, eyes stinging. It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t magic. But it was something. And Harry — for the first time in weeks — let himself feel it. Let himself be seen. The mask slipped.

Eventually, as the sky outside faded into blue, Harry spoke. “I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered. Ethan sat beside him. “Say what?” “That I wasn’t okay. That I didn’t know how to be around people anymore. That waking up felt… like a chore.” No one moved. No one rushed to fill the silence. “You didn’t have to say it,” Simon said gently. “We see you, mate. We love you. All of us.” Harry blinked hard. “I thought I’d bring everyone down.” “You’re not a burden,” Vik said. “You’re our friend.” “You’re family,” JJ added. Harry looked at them all — really looked. And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to smile to be loved. He just was. He tugged the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands, fidgeting with the hem. “Thanks for coming,” he said quietly. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. “We never left.” That night, the flat was full again. Full of laughter. Music. Quiet check-ins. The sound of pizza boxes opening. The sound of hearts being held. Harry didn’t feel healed. But he felt something else. Held. Heard. Home. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough to start with. The days that followed weren’t miraculous. There were no overnight transformations. No sudden bursts of joy or clarity. But there was a shift — a subtle, quiet one. Like the first hint of light before sunrise. Harry woke up the morning after the boys came over and stared at his ceiling for a long time. For once, the weight on his chest wasn’t as unbearable. It was still there — he wouldn’t lie to himself about that — but it didn’t feel like it was going to crush him. Not with them around. He got out of bed. That alone felt like something. In the kitchen, a note was stuck to the fridge. Ethan’s handwriting. “Didn’t want to wake you. But we’re all just a call away. Proud of you already. — E.” Below it was a sticky note in Simon’s messy scrawl: “Eat something. If it’s pizza again, I swear to god.” Harry smiled. A real one, small and crooked.

That weekend, they didn’t make a big deal about anything. No deep talks. No forced moments. They just showed up. Tobi started dragging Harry out on morning walks. Nothing intense — just ten, fifteen minutes. Sometimes they didn’t even talk. Just the crunch of leaves underfoot, the occasional point at a dog or a bird or a cloud that looked like a potato. It helped more than Harry expected. Josh dropped off groceries once a week, always slipping in little things he knew Harry liked — strawberry yoghurt, peanut M&M’s, the fancy bread he used to make fun of. JJ started coming around randomly with music. Full USBs of curated playlists. “This one’s for getting out of bed,” he’d say. “This one’s for rage-cleaning your room. And this one’s just… for when your head’s noisy.” Vik invited him over for low-stress hangouts. No cameras, no pressure. Just gaming nights where losing didn’t matter and no one asked, “Are you alright?” every five seconds. And Simon — Simon just kept showing up. Sometimes with takeout. Sometimes with nothing at all. He’d sit on the floor and scroll through TikToks, narrating them dramatically until Harry cracked up. Ethan was the quiet backbone of it all. Checking in, listening, giving space when needed and stepping in when Harry drifted too far into himself.

Then came a night in mid-November. The group had planned a low-key evening — movie marathon, snacks, nothing heavy. They piled onto the couch like kids, arguing over which Lord of the Rings film to start with. Harry was tucked between Simon and Tobi, blanket half-draped over his legs. He laughed at something JJ said — a proper, full laugh. It caught them off guard. The room stilled for just a second. Ethan smiled across the room. Not a loud, victorious smile — just one of quiet recognition. Later that night, when the movie played and most of them were dozing off, Harry looked over at Ethan. “Hey,” he said. Ethan turned. “Yeah?” “Thanks for not giving up on me.” Ethan’s eyes softened. “Mate. There’s no version of this where I would’ve.” Harry nodded, throat tight. “I’m scared, sometimes. That I’ll slip back. That I won’t be enough.” Ethan leaned in a little closer. “We all slip. But we catch each other. That’s the point, yeah?” Harry didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded again. And Ethan added, “You’re more than enough, Haz. Always have been.”

The healing was slow. Some days Harry still stayed in bed longer than he wanted to. Some nights he felt the familiar ache settle in his chest like an unwanted visitor. But now, he wasn’t alone in it. He wasn’t pretending anymore. He started therapy, on Tobi’s recommendation. Quietly. Privately. One session at a time. He let himself start journaling. Something Vik had mentioned helped him in uni. He didn’t overthink it — just little entries. Sometimes one line: “Got out of bed. Ate real food. Didn’t feel fake around the guys.” And every time he doubted himself — every time the old thoughts tried to crawl back in — he remembered the night they all came over. The laughter. The food. The ridiculous hoodie. The music playlists. The way no one asked for anything except for him to be. They gave him space to breathe again. To exist. To start over. And that, more than anything, was what saved him.

[summerjaneee]

We hug now (george x chrisMD)

summary: george and chris cross paths at a party, six months post-breakup

pairing: George Clarke x ChrisMD

word count: 600+

The party noise felt like a shoulder weight pressing down on Chris. He scanned the crowded room, a knot tightening in his stomach with every unfamiliar face, until his eyes landed on him. George. Standing by the makeshift bar, laughing at something someone said, looking infuriatingly the same. Same messy brown hair falling into his eyes, same easy smile that used to be reserved just for Chris.

It had been six months. Six months since the shouting match that echoed in the empty apartment they’d shared, since the slammed door, since the silence that followed felt louder than any argument. Chris hadn’t expected to see him here, at Becky’s birthday, of all places. He’d almost convinced himself George wouldn’t show.

George looked up then, his gaze sweeping the room before snagging on Chris. The smile faltered, just for a second, replaced by something unreadable. Surprise? Annoyance? Chris couldn't tell. He felt rooted to the spot, the music fading into a dull thrum in his ears.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, George started moving towards him, navigating the throng of people. Each step he took felt like a countdown. Chris’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, remember when we thought we'd be together forever? Funny how that turned out.' Or maybe, 'Sorry I broke your favourite mug during that fight.'

George stopped a few feet away. The air crackled with unspoken history.

"Chris," George said, his voice carefully neutral. It was the same voice, yet stripped of the warmth Chris remembered.

"George," Chris replied, matching his tone. "Didn't know you'd be here."

"Becky insisted," George shrugged, a gesture that felt too casual, too rehearsed. He glanced away, towards the bar. "Need a drink?"

"No, I'm good." Liar. He needed something, anything, to numb the ache spreading through his chest.

An awkward silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. People flowed around them, oblivious. It felt like they were on a tiny, deserted island in the middle of a churning sea. Chris could almost feel the phantom touch of George’s hand on his arm, the memory of easy laughter, late-night talks, shared dreams that had dissolved into this brittle quiet.

"Well," George said, shifting his weight. "It was... good seeing you." He made a move to leave, a quick escape.

"Yeah, you too," Chris managed.

But then George paused, halfway turned. He looked back, a flicker of something – regret? – in his eyes. He stepped forward again, closing the small distance between them. Before Chris could process it, George was pulling him into a hug.

It was stiff. Awkward. Nothing like the hugs they used to share, the ones where Chris felt like he could melt into George, safe and whole. This was a formality, a societal obligation. Shoulders barely touching, a quick pat on the back that felt more like a push away. Chris could smell the faint scent of George's cologne, the one he always wore, and it was like a punch to the gut.

He hated this. Hated the way his body remembered the closeness even as his mind screamed at the distance. Hated that this hollow gesture was all that was left. They were two strangers performing a pantomime of affection.

George pulled back, his eyes not quite meeting Chris's. "Take care, Chris."

And then he was gone, disappearing back into the crowd, leaving Chris standing alone, the ghost of the hug colder than the empty space George left behind. The music swelled, loud and jarring, and Chris felt the familiar sting behind his eyes. Yeah, he thought bitterly, we hug now.

[summerjaneee]

A Rainy Tuesday

summary: george works at a bookstore, he is expecting a visit from Harry. It’s raining outside and cosy within, both boys looking cute as ever.

pairing: George Clarke x Harry Lewis

word count: 500+

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The rain had started again—just a misty drizzle, but enough to turn the sidewalks slick and silver. Harry tugged his coat tighter around him as he turned the corner onto Maple Street. The tiny bell above the door of the bookshop jingled as he stepped inside, and instantly, the scent of old pages and coffee wrapped around him like a familiar hug.

George looked up from behind the counter, his wire-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. “You’re late,” he said with a half-smile.

Harry shrugged, brushing the water from his hair. “Had to run by the bakery. I brought bribes.”

That earned a full smile from George, the kind that always hit Harry a little harder than he liked to admit. George had one of those faces—kind, a bit shy, but honest in a way that felt grounding. His curls were tousled, probably from pushing his fingers through them while reading. His sweater sleeves were pulled halfway over his hands, as usual.

Harry pulled a paper bag from under his coat. “One raspberry tart and two cinnamon buns. Thought you’d appreciate a choice.”

George raised an eyebrow as he reached for the bag. “You remembered I like raspberry?”

“You told me once, three months ago, on a rainy Tuesday.”

George’s hand paused in mid-air. “You remember things like that?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped around the counter and leaned against it, close enough to smell the soft citrus and cedar of George’s cologne. “I remember everything about you,” he said, voice quieter now.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was full, like the space between notes in a song.

George set the pastries down and looked up. “You’re dangerous when you talk like that.”

“I could be more dangerous,” Harry murmured, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “But I like this bookstore too much to get banned.”

George laughed, nervous and delighted all at once. He leaned back against the counter next to Harry, brushing shoulders. “You know, you’ve been coming here every week for months and pretending it’s about the books.”

Harry turned to face him, their arms still barely touching. “And maybe at first it was. But the books haven’t smiled at me like you just did. So yeah. I keep coming back.”

There was another pause—shorter, this time. George looked at him for a long second, eyes searching his, as if checking for sincerity. He must’ve found what he was looking for, because his expression softened.

“I close up in twenty minutes,” he said, voice a little husky. “If you’re still around after that… maybe we could get dinner. Or… stay here. Talk more.”

Harry’s heart beat a little faster. “I’ll wait,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The rain kept falling outside. But inside, time slowed, stretched, and softened. And when George leaned slightly into him—just enough that their hands brushed on the counter—it was the quietest kind of beginning.