Only franchises which originated between the 60s and 80s this time. I think I might make a poll for classic 90s and 00s horror franchises later.

Missing from the list are Poltergeist and The Omen but I hardly think that they're the fave of the masses.

Please reblog for larger sample size and comment/tag your favorite franchise that I missed

Paul McCartney in Fool On The Hill

ROBERT REDFORD as JOHNNY HOOKER —  THE STING (1973), dir. George Roy Hill

horror movies as penguin classics covers

Soft to the Touch♡︎

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Requested? Yes! Combination of Two

A/N- Sorry this took so long to get out:( I am feeling even worse then I was before, with Covid. It might be turning into something else, I’m not sure. Don’t worry though! Also, so thankful for the people who are rebloging my post, considering I lost my account. In the tags, ‘perceived edging’ is how you view the situation. Hope you enjoy! XoXo♡︎

In Summary⇩

When Arthur joined you for a livestream, he had different intentions than you thought.

Warnings- ArthurTV x F!Reader, Porn with Plot, Smut, Slight Power Dynamics, Slight Exhibitionism, Grinding, BJ, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Perceived Edging

Word Count - 2.2k

Arthur had been all over you, all day. It wasn’t a surprise when he was clingy, but today was no match for others. You were an influencer, as was Arthur, but you had a bigger platform on TikTok. One of the things you really enjoyed doing was weekly lives. You thought it was a way to really connect with your followers, and a way for them to see other traits that the short videos didn’t show. It was one of those days that you decided to stream. A simple live,(or so you thought) on a simple Friday. Arthur sometimes would join your lives, because of course, some of his fans traveled over to your platform and vice versa. You hear a knock at the door, with a little “Excuse me,” to your viewers. You knew who it was, and they did too. You could see the comments going wild from the corner of your eye. “Hey baby,” Arthur whispered, peeking through the door, “Are you live?” You nod your head, and open the door wider for him to enter. “Come say hi. You were bound to be in here at some point anyways.” Arthur shrugged his shoulders and came into the view of the camera, waving awkwardly. He was always very awkward in the first few minutes…no matter how many times he had joined you. In fact, he was a guest in your lives so much that a chair stayed pulled up.

Truth be told, Arthur had hoped you weren’t on live. It was a genuine question when he asked, not because he wanted to make an excuse, but because he wanted to be doing other things. He loved the lives, he did, but there was only one thing on his mind. It was your attention. Arthur just so badly needed your attention, and he couldn’t scratch the itchy feeling that came with not getting it. It’s not like you weren’t just speaking to him two hours ago, before you both went off doing your own things. Other times he would just walk in after knocking, so he hoped you had gotten the hint… which you didn’t. “Missed me already,” you smirk playfully, pulling him closer by his waist. Having not the slightest clue of what that little touch was doing to him was not doing any favors. Arthur couldn’t help but look off to the side, hiding his reaction from you and the camera. That little touch was ticklish, but also made him want more. It was one of his many sweet spots, after all. Sweet for the soul, and body.

Arthur sat down next to you, but not without pushing the chair slightly closer. Nothing goes unnoticed by fans, and that worries him. Fans are one thing, but you were another. You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand. You hadn’t really paid much attention to the action, reading off comments and just speaking about your day. Until Arthur pushed his chair even closer. His thigh was now flush with yours, and the legs of his chair were slightly overlapping with yours. “Bit close, aren’t you,” you ask, the raise of your eyebrow taking position. “Don’t think so, I could always be closer.” The last part wasn’t meant to be so loud, or even meant to be said with such seduction. But it had been. And now Arthur really hoped your phone couldn’t pick up sound as good people claimed. He was easily embarrassed, and this wasn’t for the weak. You heard him loud and clear, but you showed no emotions. Face completely stoic. Arthur just sat really still after that, scared to move.

It felt like time was moving incredibly slow, but in reality it wasn’t. The only question on his mind was when the hell you were going to end the stream. He gulped when your hand made contact with his lower thigh, his eyes instantly falling through with the action. He imagined your hand sliding up to where he wanted you the most…where he needed you the most. Arthur closed his eyes, breathing deeply to blur his own thoughts. You knew what was happening now, which gave you all the more reasons to taunt him. When his most recent thought surfaced in his brain, he didn’t think it would happen, even if it was only remotely true. The palm of your hand slid up to his inner thigh, and it was inching closer and closer. He placed his hand on top of yours to stop you, looking at you with wide eyes. His face clearly said, “not on live,” but he couldn’t deny he slightly enjoyed the thrill of a couple thousand people watching. Once a few people commented about it, the whole comment section was filled with them. “Am I the only one who saw that?” “DON’T KNOW IF THAT WAS CUTE OR…” “If only us guys could be Arthur once in a while.” Just the classics, if you will. Your boyfriend's cheeks got redder and redder the more he skimmed over the comments.

Arthur couldn’t take it anymore when you stood up, showing the viewers your new athletic leggings, which happened to be PR. Truely, you would still find a reason to show them off even if they werent, in this situation. Your ass was on full display right in front of him, and he was so glad the people couldn’t see his face. You knew what you were doing, that was for sure. Bending over slightly to show the matching sports bra by the strap. What a tease you were. . You turned around with a sway of your hips, and Arthur instantly met your eyes. You had to suck in a breath of your own as you took in his features. His eyes were glossy with want, as were his lips. The soft skin of his cheeks were fading from the rosy shade they took on before “We’re going to leave it off here. Dinner time comes first,” you turn back around, smashing the end button as fast as possible. You weren’t even sure if your full sentence was picked up. Arthur stood up as soon as you ended the live, grabbing your hand to pull you around. You felt his lips on yours instantly, and you knew he wasn’t here to waste anymore time. Just as quick as his lips met yours, his hands were already roaming your body. “Arthur, slow down,” you muttered against his lips. “But I need you,” he responded. His words sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn’t deny him. Arthur backed up until the back of his legs were touching your seat. He made sure it was your seat, because it was far more comfortable than his. You were now standing between his legs, and his slender fingers softly slid down your thighs. Arthur loved your curves, he really did; He never failed to make it known. He pulled your shirt up, just enough to place wet kisses against your skin. You went ahead and got rid of it, knowing it was going to come off sooner or later. Once the shirt was somewhere on the floor, he fought with the latch of your bra. Becoming frustrated very quickly, you had to do the work for him. His lips quickly transferred to your nipple, swirling and biting at the sensitive bud. The warmth of his mouth kept you from shivering as soon as the cold air hit them.

You always give credit where credit was due. Arthur was damn skilled with his tongue. Not even 2 minutes in of him working against your nipples, he had your head thrown back in pleasure. Hands tangled in his hair, pressing him as close as possible. Here and there, you would pull at his locks, which earned a whimper from Arthur. He pulled you onto his lap after removing his sweats…you didn’t deny this either. His hardening cock could be felt pressing against you. Everything was moving so fast now, but god did you both enjoy it. You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his clothed cock, moaning softly at the friction. Arthur whined for more once you did this. He was always so good with his words, too. Knew just what would turn you on. With how long Arthur had been waiting, it didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm. With such little effort, too. He felt ashamed at first, but he knew you found it hot just by your expressions. “I-I’m so close,” he moaned out, desperation thick on his lips. “Good boy,” you whisper against his ear. He could feel your teasing smirk against his skin, too. You glide your tongue across his jaw bone, which caused Arthur to grip your hips in return. His first orgasm takes place then, his cheek pressed against yours as he tries to contain his whimpers and moans.

After letting Arthur ride out his first orgasm of the night, you remove yourself from his lap and drop fully to your knees. He looked down at you with knitted brows, still breathing heavily from the intensity. If he wanted to be needy on live, then you would give him what he wanted. Placing a single kiss on his thigh, you pull down his boxers, exposing his swollen tip. Not failing to wipe the excess cum from him, either. You then stand up slightly on your knees, enough to take his shirt off. He let you, holding his arms up to make the process smoother. “Think you can take it again,” you whisper against his ear, pulling back to watch his expression change. He had a determined look in his eyes, nodding his head. Smirking, you sit fully back down on your knees, barely grazing your fingertips down his abs in the process. Arthur threw his head back against the chair, and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. You knew he was sensitive to touch, in the best way possible. Once you got to his cock, you looked up at him for some sort of permission. He nodded in advance. With that, you start at his tip, giving him nothing more than little kitten licks. Arthur gripped the sides of the chair hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He was so sensitive. He couldn’t even stop the little thrust of his hips. You gave him more though, sliding your tongue down the shaft of his cock as your thumb focuses on the slit of his tip. Just as Arthur was good with his tongue, so were you. What a fun challenge it could be.

Arthur now let his hand rest on the side of your cheek as you worked your mouth around his tip, hollowing your cheeks with the swirl of your tongue. You loved how big his hand felt against your soft, chubby cheeks. He had such pretty hands. Arthur’s little whimpers were just as pretty, though. You knew he was overstimulated, but he was enjoying it just as much. Especially if he was doing it for you. Letting his mouth fall agape, a choked moan left his lips when you took his full cock in your mouth. “Shit,” you look up to see his eyes closed in bliss. Arthur moved your hair out of your face when it fell, blocking his view. He slid his hand back, along with your locks, making a makeshift ponytail. You continued your movements with his full length in your mouth, pulling away ever so often to catch your breath. Arthur soon began to softly thrust into your mouth, knowing you didn’t mind it. In fact you enjoyed it. You let his cock free from your mouth after a few thrust, your lips glossy and red. Your boyfriend could almost moan at the sight. As you let your hand narrow around his cock, you keep your eyes locked with his. Arthur held eye contact well, biting on his lip unconsciously. He always looked hot, but the way he looked in this moment made you feel different. He just looked incredibly fucked out…so sexy.

Arthur was nearing his second orgasm. Being vocal during this time could be a blessing, and curse. You stood up, capturing his lips with yours while still continuing to stroke him. His lips moved with yours perfectly, breathing roughly against them with each break. When you bit his bottom lip softly, it sent a wave of pleasure all throughout his body. Anything at this point felt so good to him. He pulled away from the kiss, sucking a hickey on your collarbone. “Are you close?” The question was pointless, because you already knew he was. You knew minutes ago. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice shaky. Doing him the favor of speeding up your movements at this point. His cock could be felt throbbing in your hand…Arthur loudly moaning. His second orgasm hit him hard, and he had to cover his mouth to silence the sound of pleasure threatening to spill. He was even more overstimulated than before as he continued to take in his orgasm. Arthur’s eyes glossed over from the pleasure, looking up at you with doe eyes. You took your hand away, and grabbed a paper towel from your desk, wiping the side of your hand. Arthur flinched when you cleaned him, the previous effects still lingering. He placed a kiss on your forehead in appreciation, and you did the same.

Is he proposing or are we just on holiday? - ArthurTV x reader

Insta au

Pairing - ArthurTV x female reader

Warnings - a few swear words but nothing else

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Yourusername in Ibiza with my favorite

ArthurTV ❤️❤️

GeorgeClarkey I don’t remember inviting Arthur

Y/Nfan4 omg there all on holiday together that’s actually so cute

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ArthurTV I was definitely invited

Yourusername sometimes its okay to be delusional

ArthurTVfan2 it’s kinda sad how Arthur is being treated like he can do better then y/n

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Yourusername I guess it’s a good idea we invited him :)

Y/Nfan2 NO FUCKING WAY OMG MY PARENTS ARE GETTING MARRIED 😭😭😮😮

ChrisMD congrats you too Defo wasn’t there to witness it

Y/nfan5 does anyone else find it weird they had no family there and only the friends like it’s your proposal id want my parents and siblings there not my friends

Yoursistersusername I’ve never cried so much my baby sister is getting married omg!!!

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Okay so this is just something for the wait till I get more stuff out sorry for such a long wait been so busy at the moment ❤️❤️

Petit's Mobil Station, Cherry Hill, New Jersey, George A. Tice, 1979

Caught | ArthurTV [G Clarkey's sister]

Bestfriend!ATV x Sister!reader, forbidden(ish) love trope, 3k wordcount

George may have been angry seeing Arthur pinning you against the wall, hand holding yours by your side whilst the other caressed your cheek- his knee between your desperate thighs as your lips passionately moved against one another's- but you couldn't help but feel like George had at least somewhat brought it upon himself. 

Stay away from all my friends, they're all weirdos. Is what he'd indoctrinated you with.

Stay away from my sister, she isn't interested in you weirdos. Is what he'd told all his friends. Everyone from Cam to Alex to Arthur Hill to Chris had heard it, and all of them seemed to abide by it pretty much. They didn't want any problems from George, debatably the tallest and strongest of the lot- and so they made all that normal friendly small talk with you and left it at that. No pushing boundaries... 

But it was just too bad that from the moment you met Mr ArthurTV you just seemed to gravitate towards one another.

You'd first met Arthur when he came round after a night out, and even whilst he was practically half asleep, half intoxicated- with an arm slung around George's shoulder, you felt that unstoppable-magnetic attraction to him. 

Then the next morning, George was still asleep when you left your room to get breakfast. Arthur was awake though, walking around the living room with the posture of a quaver as he aimlessly wandered, pondering what to do. Seeing you made him straighten up though, eyes widening slightly as he met the pretty girl, wondering who the hell it was in the kitchen.

Once he realised it was George's sister he just felt a smile light on his face. George had warned him not to talk to you or do anything with you, but as soon as a sweer little laugh fell from your lips as he stuttered a M-morning, he just knew you were going to be inescapable.

It felt like common coincidence when every time Arthur came over for George, he ended up leaving with you whilst George was asleep. The two of you did lots at nights- he took you out to get ice creams and watch movies, go for walks in the park and sit curled up besides one another on a bench just talking and looking at the stars.

You didn't know what you were. 

Friends? Clearly not; friends don't kiss each other behind their brother and friend's back.

Dating? Not really since neither of you had named your escapades a date, or called one another  boyfriend or girlfriend.

You two just spent time with one another. The type of time that had you feeling all fuzzy in the stomach and light in the head- where your cheeks hurt because you've been smiling so much- the type where you think their smile is so sweet you just can't help but kiss it so that you can share that warmth and feel his smile on top of your own.

Clearly the two of you had gotten a bit too bold this night though.

Arthur just couldn't help but shower your with kisses before he left, making you squeal and giggle as he backed you into the wall with a sweet grin and hands moving up to cup your cheeks whilst he smothered you with his chaste little kisses, which slowly developed into something far more open-mouthed and passionate which the two of you had been far too involved with to notice George's door opening, followed by a-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE-"

Your eyes snapped open in an instant, palms on Arthur's chest, pushing him away so that he stumbled back, his eyes also wide in shock as his back hit the opposite wall- his face ghostly pale as he stared at the horrified face of his best friend, your brother- George. 

George looked infuriated- his eyes wide in horror, nostrils flared angrily and hair dishevelled in clear indication he'd just woken up to see Arthur snogging your face off. And clearly he wasn't happy about it. It appeared George didn't know who to be angrier at either, as his head swivelled between yourself and Arthur, opening his mouth slightly as if he were going to yell at one of you- before turning to face the other and give them a look of what the FUCK. 

The tension in the apartment was thick enough to cut with a knife, as the three of you all waited for the other to say something. Nobody wanted to speak though, as Arthur and yourself felt terrified whereas George was just appalled. 

It seemed Arthur seemed bold enough to break the atmosphere, opening his mouth cautiously with a hand outstretched as though he were trying to calm a particularly volatile animal.

"George-"

"YOU SHUT UP." George cut off Arthur with an angry outburst, Arthur shutting his mouth and looking to the floor instantly. George looked broken, clad in his white tee and pyjama bottoms, hands running through his hair whilst he shook his head. It would've been a funny sight, if not for the nervousness that shot through your body, from fingertips to the pits of your stomach, the confrontation so nightmarish you pinched your forearm behind your back just to check this wasn't some sick nightmare. "Get out, Arthur."

"What?" Arthur looked up and his head swivelled between George and yourself.

"Get the fuck out," George repeated, his eyes setting coldly on his friend. "Doors that way, genius."

Arthur gave you a prolonged look, almost asking if he was alright to go. Clearly he didn't want to leave you for an awkward conversation with George, and you were just as adamant. However you bit your tongue and swallowed your needs, slowly giving him a nod and encouraging him it was fine to go and that you'd be okay. George watched his every step as Arthur nodded back in response, leaving through the front in silence as you and your brother stared at his back.

As soon as the door shut behind him, George let out a great heave of a sigh, placing his head in his hands again and leaning back against one of the kitchen walls in sheer tiredness. Not only had he just woken up to see that, but he'd only had about fifteen seconds after waking up before he'd began yelling- and his head was pounding. He was physically and in every sense, exaughsted. 

"George..." You started slowly, wondering whether he was still volatile or ready for a civil conversation yet. You didn't want to aggravate him any more than he already was.

"Fuck, what is it?" He sighed and asked, looking up to meet your eyes.

"Is there anything..." You gulped. You didn't even know what to say. Was it worth an apology? Is this the situation where you ought to apologise; after kissing your brother's best friend? "I'm sorry, George."

That was met with a brief silence. George pulled his eyes away from yours, just thinking for a moment before relocating to one of the chairs in the living room. You followed and sat on your armchair opposite him, the two of you watching the fish tank in the corner as you just sat, mulling over everything in silence between one another.

"I can't believe what I've seen." George broke after a while. "I would've never expected for you to be leaving at midnights to go out, sneaking around with some guy... Especially Arthur."

"You noticed when we left at night?" You questioned, turning to face him. Clearly the Arthur and you hadn't been so sneaky after all.

"Well, it was just the last two nights I went into the kitchen and noticed the lights were on... I went to your room to check whether you had got yourself some snack and forgotten to switch the lights of or something, and you were just gone. Bed empty. Shoes gone from the corridor." He spoke softly. Not the empathetic type of softly, just the im trying to come to terms with this, softly. "First time I thought it was just that you'd gone to get something from the shops, second night I was a bit concerned... Then tonight I thought I heard something from outside and so I came to check you were alright or just ask where you kept going but... Jheez, that was a shock."

You let breath of laughter. "Sorry." You apologised for the second time. And for the second time, he didn't respond to say it's alright or don't worry about it.

"Why'd you go for Arthur?" He turned to look at you in the eyes. You didn't have eyes quite like George- yours were darker, not quite as striking, and you were always jealous of his- he always had a far more intense stare. And he definitely made you uncomfortable as you dug to the back of your head trying to think of why indeed you had been attracted to Arthur so much.

"I... don't know." You breathed, and took your turn to sigh. "You know I didn't do it to spite you or anything... I haven't got involved with your friends or anything just because you say not to... I don't know why Arthur was different. It's always just... different with Arthur."

"I tried so hard to try not to be toxic- you know- not say that you're forbidden from talking to my friends but also making sure you don't get too close. I try to keep them away from you because... Well, I don't know either. You deserve a separate life from mine, not entangling your life and relationship with my YouTube bullshit. I know you aren't interested in my life or any of that YouTube and media stuff."

You nodded and let out a hum of agreement because he was right. You didn't care for his friends or his YouTube stuff. 

"Fucking hell, ARTHUR of all people!" George shook his head, the disdain in his voice drawing a laugh from you, the atmosphere warming a bit as it turned from an awkward conversation moreso to a latenight talk with your brother. You'd done those a lot whilst growing up, but moved further apart as your occupations had you busier and busier. Times like this made you remember what it was like growing up with George though, and almost had you missing them a bit in your sleepy wistfulness. 

 "Well what's bloody wrong with him?" You grinned at George as he turned to roll his eyes and scoff.

"Oh I don't know, maybe his weird obsession with every animal that walks on the Earth? And you know he likes Star Trek, bloody STAR TREK!"

"George, you know I like Star Trek?"

"You told dad you'd punch yourself hard enough to knock yourself out if he ever tried to make you watch Star Trek."

"Well, turns out watching it with someone you like makes it a hell of a lot easier to get through-"

"Are you talking about Arthur?"

"Yeah-"

"Ew."

The two of you shared a laugh before sitting in a cosy silence once more, yourself rocking back on the armchair and looking happily at the angelfish in the corner. 

"You know, maybe Arthur wasn't the worst person you could've gone for." George spoke after a moment. His words surprised you (After all, he had been VERY anti-Arthur until then) and you snapped your head back to look to George and see whether he was just joking around.

"What?" 

"Well, he isn't the worst." George shrugged. "You know, I don't think he's the type to do anything... bad."

"No, he definitely isn't." You shook your head with a sweet smile. Just last week, after all, Arthur had driven out at around 2am to get you a ride back home since your bus had left and it was pouring with rain. You tried to refrain from thinking too much about how well Arthur's hoodie fit you, and how good of a kisser he was when the two of you were snogging in the backseat of his car. 

"It is a bit disappointing you've managed to get a boyfriend before me though..." George said, and you let out a snort at the thought that that was what bothered George most in this situation. "Not that I'm looking for a boyfriend- I'm quite desperate for a girlfriend, actually, but now that I'm saying that, if the opportunity came about-"

"Actually, now that you mention it- I don't think he is my boyfriend-"

George choked on air at the words, coughing and spluttering at your words, the shock making him choke in saliva. 

"You bloody what?"

"No, he isn't my boyfriend, I'm not his girlfriend either-"

"THEN WHAT THE BLOODY HELLARE YOU TWO?"

You jumped at George's exclamation, eyes wide as George's eyes were also wide- though not wide like yours. Your eyes were wide because you were freaked out that George had shouted unexpectedly- whereas George's gaze was laced with outrage, and yet under all that, concern, too. And that's when it dawned on you:

Oh shit, George thinks we're just friends with benefits or just fucking around...

"Nonono, not how you think it is-" You stretched a hand out to pause him and elaborate, feeling that warm atmosphere you'd set up now vaporising into thin air as a sense of awkwardness settled within the room once again. After all, it wasn't every day you had to explicitly define your relationship to someone you'd grown up with for a couple decades. "He... I... We...? We. We haven't really put a label on it...yet."

George nostrils unflared, sitting himself back into the cushiony seat and exhaling deeply as he closed his eyes to take his deep breath, looking much like a stressed father as he interlinked his hands and placed them atop his chest. "Right, well, don't scare me like that again."

"You don't scare me by yelling randomly," You grumbled, and George muttered an apology.

"Why haven't the two of you made it... made each other boyfriend-girlfriend, then?" George questioned, fiddling with his fingers, clearly still perturbed by the thought you could date at this point.

"I don't know...-"

"Don't know a lot, do you?

"Shut up, George, you don't tend to prepare answers for the event where your brother questions your every detail of your relationship."

"Yeah well... At least try and be more subtle next time. I don't wanna see either of you snogging. Ever."

"Did you say next time...? Like, next time as in... You're not about to tell me to break up or move out?"

"...Yes?"

"Like, you mean you somewhat support Arthur and I having something...?!"

"I wouldn't go that far," George tsked. "I... Well, it's not exactly the nineteen-hundred's where I have any rights to tell you who you can and can't date... And I suppose if he makes you happy then I'm... happy for you...?"

"Awhh, Geooorgee," You teased, with a babying voice, George rolling his eyes and hardening up in an instant.

"Shut up, you," He grumbled, kicking your fluffy socks with his sliders. "Do your thing and whatever just don't... You know, have a repeat of whatever the Hell I saw tonight."

"No promises." You grinned before raising your hands as George shot a deathstare at you. "Joking, obviously George, joke."

"Better be one." George grumbled, getting himself up from his seat and stretching his whole body before going lax, scratching the back of his neck and wandering off to his room. "Right, I'm off to bed, stop sneaking out at night and ruining your sleep just to go out with Arthur, just go out in the evening or at normal times for fuck's sake."

You let out a chuckle, happy with the outcome of the whole everything despite the confusion about how George had coped with everything tonight. 

"Yeah goodnight to you to."

You returned to your room a moment later (making sure to switch the lights off in the kitchen, this time) and picked up your phone from the bedside table to check why you had near twenty notifications from just one person. 

Arthur😻: U all good? Lmk how whatever happens goes  Sorry i left u in the mess Do u want me to come back? I can if u need or want me to Hey it' sbeen like 30 mins is everything good bbg?

Call me when ur done wanna make sure everythings okay n all

Missed call

Missed Call

sorry i got u into althat i shouldve known to j have left it in the first place

pls reply tf im acc getting worried

You exhaled a chuckle, burying your face in your pillow for a moment to muffle your laughter at Arthur's concern for you. Picking your head up with a goofy lil smile you typed your response in, sending it off and watching as it instantly popped up as seen within just a few seconds.

All good, George is acc surprisingly supportive you'd b surprised to know

Arthur😻: fym he's supportive????!!

Idk he was a bit iffy at first but liek He said we're okay to go out n allat as long as we dont yk, pda in front of him

Arthur😻: O shit Wait that's great  That's fine by me I didn't plan on kissing every time he walked by tbh  Wait holdon O shit He's j sent me a text "We're gna talk tmrw" he's said O shit.

Well well well Have fun with that Arthur

Arthur😻: Wdym have fun with that he's just sent me a fucking death threat 😭😭😭

Hmmm sounds like a u problem 😍 Might wanna catch ur beauty sleep tho bc that doesnt sound v fun

Arthur😻: I'd rather text u all night n deal w whatever happens tmrw when it comes

Cutie I'll see u tmrw Let's get dinner together

Arthur😻: Wow go on a genuine date u mean?

If ur down

Arthur😻: I'll pick u up at six, i know a place we can go

Say less bae ill b ready

Arthur😻: 💟💟💟

Much love ill c u tmrw then yh?

Arthur😻: ofc ml 

Night! 💟

Arthur😻: Gn lovely <;33

You placed your phone on your bedside table, rolling over under the duvet with a smile still on your face. Dinner planned with Arthur, everything fine with George, spending a night in your bed instead of galivanting outside with Arthur until 3am...

Everything seemed like it was going to be just fine.

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drunk | arthurtv

hello!

here is my long awaited arthurtv fic number two for you guys. the last one got so much love and i'm so glad it went down as well as it did - panic set in soon after i posted it because i thought it was going to flop rather dramatically so thank you for all the love and comments made; it meant so much.

currently ill with the worst blocked ear/ear infection and i've had to wait for a long while to get myself a doctors appointment so i've had plenty of time to write this current fic and dabble in a couple of other ideas i've had over the last few days.

enjoy! x

--- reader note; mentions of sick, slight hints of sex, drunk arthur, heavy public displays of affection ---

At two in the morning, YN was glad that the train station had an open Costa coffee kiosk.

One; to help with the tiredness she felt from having to stay up so late because she was prepared and ready to fall asleep and get, at least, a few hours of sleep before Arthur stumbled through the door in the drunken state she expected him to be in after being on the drink all day. And two; to help with the chill in the air because it was almost zero degrees and the wind was biting at the skin beneath her hoodie every time a train left its platform or every time there was a breeze that blew through the constantly open doors of the station. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chill in the station bit at her exposed cheeks, her nose running and she was forever sniffing, so her fingertips would have definitely gone numb without the much-needed Costa cup of coffee she was nursing in her hands. 

She was one of the only a small handful of people waiting at Paddington; but then, given it was almost 1am, she expected nothing but quiet and emptiness in contrast to how it would have been a few hours prior to arriving. The train from Cardiff was one of the last trains to come into London for the night and she couldn’t imagine it would be chaos to try and find her boyfriend and his two friends amongst the hustle and bustle of those clambering off the train. There was a young man sitting on a bench in the distance, hood over his head and his headphones over his ears, as he kept a close eye on the boards above. There was a couple who must have been in their mid-fifties, or so YN presumed, who seemed to be waiting for one of their children to come home, given what was written on a small banner they’d decorated for their arrival - proud parents, she thought, because she wouldn’t have dared tell her own parents about getting a train home that was to dock at almost one in the morning. And there was a security officer walking around, making sure no one was causing any problems, wearing a thick coat that YN was extremely jealous of because she could imagine how warm he was.

She heard them before she saw them.

“YN!”

George was the first to greet her, arms open wide as he engulfed her into a hug, his green hoodie tied around the waist of his shorts because he was clearly susceptible to cold air that London had to offer that night, not a care in the world to the goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Although, she could vouch for him because the weather was beautifully warm when they left for Wales that morning. His hat placed backwards on his head and he could barely walk in a straight line in her direction, shoelace undone and she kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Everyone knew what a typical Platform Roulette filming day entailed - plenty of drink, plenty of shots, plenty of piss-taking and plenty of fun - so she expected nothing less than what was standing before her.

“Thank you so much for this,” he hums and she could smell the beer on his breath. His chin rested upon her shoulder and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t basking in the warmth he was radiating, “you’re the best.”

“I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Couldn’t leave you three stranded in the middle of London in the freezing cold, drunk out of your minds and wandering around without a clue on where you were going,” she snorted, patting him on the back as she pulled away from him, taking a long sip of her coffee to keep the feeling of heat running through her body, “you’re welcome, though. Nice knowing that you’ll get back safely. And it’s a free trip home so you’d be three fools to turn it down.”

Arthur Hill was the next to give her a hug and he clearly wasn’t as drunk as George seemed to be so she was intrigued to know just how well her boyfriend had handled his drink that day. He whispered a thank you, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and pulled away from her before following George towards the station exit where they disappeared around the corner.

“Baaabe,” Arthur smiled, slurring the term of endearment incredibly heavily and YN knew she was in for a long, long night when they arrived back at her flat. His eyelids were sunken, his cheeks were rosey-red and he had a silly smile upon his face that she only saw when he’d sunken more pints than he could handle, hair messed upon his head, hoodie tied around his shoulders in a makeshift cape hanging down his back, “I missed you today.”

He draped himself over her in the tightest hug he could muster, almost knocking the two of them to the floor in the middle of Paddington station, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull as people watched the two of them - anyone would think they’d not seen each other for months on end and it was a reunion for all to see. His hugs were invigorating and she’d take his arms over anything comforting. He was her safety net and seeing him after a day of not hearing from him, it made her feel soft and ready to melt at his feet.

“Are you drunk? Or are you drunk drunk?”

“What’s the difference?” He grinned cheekily, swinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, pressing the sloppiest and wettest kiss against her temple as they started their walk towards the exit, “m’just a little drunk. Only a little bit.”

The beer stain on his trousers and the strong smell of sambuca and the faint smell of beer on his breath said differently but that was a conversation for when he was sober and could almost remember everything that happened that day. Which she was in major doubts about. Because it seemed like he couldn’t remember how to walk, let alone walk in a straight line, and she guessed she would have to wait for the Platform Roulette video to be posted online before she got the full rundown of his day. 

His hands kept wandering across her body as they stepped foot closer and closer to the exit of the station; his arm occasionally wrapping around her waist and his hand brushing against her bum, his fingers tickling across the expanse of her chest when he laid his arm across her shoulders, and as humorous as she found it, she didn’t fancy being groped (playfully, might she add) in the middle of the train station where there were eyes watching the two of them.

“Stop it,” she warned him in a hushed tone, “save it for home.”

“But you just look so good-” a hiccup interrupted his sentence and he swallowed back a burp before she carried on, “you look so so good in my clothes.” And it came out as a whine, like a child not getting what they wanted, one foot tripping over the other as she tried her best to keep him from falling flat on his face. 

“First thing I could find in my room after you texted me to come and pick you up.”

“Well, you should wear more of my clothes. Suit you better than me,” they stepped foot outside and she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side to keep the two of them as far out of the cold as possible, and she really couldn’t wait to get back home. Back under the warmth of her blanket, back under the bedding she had on her bed, and back with the hot-water bottle she had resting behind her back before she left, “or you could just wear nothing at all. I love it when you’ve got nothing on, more than I love you wearing my clothes.”

“Cheeky as per usual, mister Television,” George cackled as he overhead the last little bit of their conversation, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction, “we best get home quick so Arthur can get his-”

Arthur charged for him and covered his mouth, shaking his head, “there is a lady present,” he looked in YN’s direction and she rolled her eyes, “besides, she knows what we’re gonna be doing later.”

She snorted at his comment and begrudgingly wiggled from underneath his arm, her car keys sitting heavy in the pocket of her hoodie as she fished them out, unlocking her car door to allow the three of them, who seemed to already be fighting over who got the front seat, to clamber inside.

“Are you in need of a sick bucket tonight?”

She walked into her bedroom, with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol tablets in the palm of her other hand, and saw Arthur tucked up in her bed. His blue t-shirt chucked on the floor in a heap of cotton and his beige trousers left at the door as a reminder to put them in the wash the following morning, his rucksack hanging on the back of her desk chair and his shoes kicked off next to the fluffy slippers she kept beside her en-suite bathroom. A tea light was lit under the wax burner she had upon the shelf above her bed, emitting the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread around her room, the flickering flame adding a sense of sensual comfort to the room, casting shadows in her room and upon his face.

“I can handle my liquor,” he stated and shook his head, snuggling a little further down upon the mattress and patting her side of the bed with his hand, “I told you I’m only a little drunk, I promise. Now come and lay down with me.”

“I just want to get everything ready before I get settled,” she insisted as she placed the glass of water and the paracetamol on the bedside table that was closest to him, ready for him to take in the morning, “and I need to make sure you’re set for any headaches or whatever.”

He watched as she flitted around her bedroom, making sure the bathroom light was off and that his shoes were placed a little neater than how they’d been left, kicking his t-shirt towards his trousers so neither of them tripped over the items when they needed a wee in the middle of the night. She threw a couple more pillows on the bed, because she hated laying flat when she slept, and he helped out by placing them where she would normally have them, which she felt incredibly grateful for. And, as she stepped closer to the bed, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug - enough was enough and he felt she was spiraling in her tired state.

“You look after me so well,” he smiled softly, dropping her hand and grabbing her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the duvet slipping from his chest and exposing his nude upper half for her eyes to divulge. She situated her legs either side of his, hands on his shoulders, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes couldn’t leave his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, shuffling around into a more comfortable position, “it’s lucky we’re not doing anything tomorrow because I’m getting the feeling we won’t be sleeping much tonight.”

“That’s cheeky,” he smirked, hiding his face in her neck and pressing a litter of kisses across her collarbone, “but you’re so correct, baby.”

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Rodeo Ride | George Clarkey

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Something about the way George rode the rodeo machine had you feeling a type of way you hadn't realised you'd felt for George. 

The way his hips had moved so fluidly, back and forth, I could only savour the moment as I watched in awe. One hand on the stick, one hand up in the air, George's hips rocked back and forth and I could only gulp down my drink further, trying not to let the heat rise up to my cheeks as I felt myself get more turned on. 

It was all well and good jokingly giving each other pick-up lines in front of the camera, making innuendos and awkward flirting- but actually catching feelings was not on the agenda. Especially not when it was the first time you'd ever really met up in real life.

"You never told me George was so fine." I announced to Cam and Chloe, joining them at the bar. Them two were the sweetest partners, always in each others arms and looking at one another like they saw shooting stars in one another's eyes. 

"I thought you could tell through the screen," Chloe grinned, taking a sip from her cup. "You seemed to acknowledge it all whenever you was filming-"

"They were jokes!" I hissed, looking backwards and noticing that a now very drunk Max Balegde was on the bull, and had gathered quite the crowd to cheer him on. "I didn't realise he was actually hot in real life!"

"I did." Cam spoke bluntly and shrugged. Chloe sighed with a small smile before losing eye contact with me and grinning as she looked behind me.

"What," I narrowed my eyes at the smiley girl, not wanting to lose eye contact but also wanting to see what was behind me. "what are you smiling about-"

"You alright?" I felt a hand on my lower back and turned around to see none other than gorgeous George himself- drink in hand and smile on face.

"Yep, just gonna nip to the toilet-" Chloe excused herself, Cam following- though he flashed me an overexaggerated wink as he left, causing me to giggle despite deeply dying inside.

George's hand felt so right on my lower back, the tips of his fingers curling around my waist and sending tingles down my spine at the feeling of it. He trailed his across to my arm leaving goosebumps where he touched, and gently pulled me closer as he sat on one of the barstools- manspreading his legs either side and testing my dignity as I tried not to look down to his hips which had seduced me so strongly only a few minutes ago.

"You look really great, Holly." He smiled, his beautiful blue eyes seeming to glow despite the dim bar's lighting. 

"Well you look sexy." I spoke my thoughts without any hesitation, trying not to regret them as they left my mouth with the confidence of a couple drinks. George cocked a brow, smiling cockily enough to make me feel weak in the knees.

"You really think?" He mused. 

"Yes." I nodded with a smirk growing on my lips as his own began showing in the corners of his lips. Fuck he was so hot. I stepped forwards, resting my hands against George's thighs and leaning forwards to shorten the gap between our us. 

"Is that so? Well, I gotta admit I wasn't expecting you to be this confident considering it's the first time we've really met," George responded, his voice low and husky. His fingers brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "But I think I like it."

Our faces were so close they were almost touching, and his eyes only flickered down to my lips for a millisecond, but that was enough for me to bridge the gap, smashing our lips together without second thought. His lips began moving with mine, quickly developing into a passionate open mouth kiss as his hand trailed down to my lower back once more- pulling me closer so that I was flush against his body, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss as I felt my body arch into his. We only drew away a moment later, myself gasping into the kiss as I felt something hard from his cargos pressing into my lower stomach. 

"Wanna take this somewhere more private?"

I grabbed onto his hand, leading him out of the bar with haste- not bothering to say goodbye to anyone else. Although it seemed we were spotted anyway.

"BYE HOLLY, BYE GEORGE!" Arthur waved happily, probably not realising the situation. Arthur Hill spoke a few quick words which seemed to get it through to him though, as Arthur's mouth fell agape. And that caused:

"USE PROTECTION!" Cam yelled, making me blush a bright crimson red before the cool outside air hit my cheeks, making it all feel so much more real- the tight grip of George's hand, the tingle of George's lips against mine- it was all happening so quickly but fuck, I was happy about it.

One quick Uber later, George had me against his apartment wall, head rolled back and chest heaving as he kissed across my jaw before his lips left and found my neck, finding my sweet spot effortlessly as I let out a loud groan, making him suck harder- gently biting and leaving a red mark which drove me wild.

"Jump," He mumbled into my neck, and I did just that- wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands trailed down my back before landing square on my arse, walking me through to a bedroom whilst his lips remained attached to my collarbone, likely leaving a few more marks. 

Laying me down on the bed gently, he quickly stripped his shirt off before assisting me in ripping off my tight dress, both of us pausing our motions for a moment to just appreciate one another's bodies. His jaw fell slack, eyes following the gentle curves all the way from my chest down to my thighs, whilst I couldn't rip my eyes away from his built arms all the way to his toned abs. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous," He breathed after a moment, reconnecting the space between us to slot our lips together again, hungrily, as though he needed to taste my lips again. 

Breaking the kiss, he began trailing down my body, licking a stripe over one of the red marks he'd already left, making me moan and arch my back into him, needing more- craving him. He pulled my bra to the side, caressing my tits, pressing his tongue flat to the bud whilst his other hand gently pulled the other. 

To say I was completely at mercy to his touch was an understatement, I was completely drunk to his touch at this point. 

He trailed lower down my body, stopping as he came level with my core, his breath fanning against my panties and landing cool against my inner thighs, making me squirm- waiting for him to do something. 

"You want me to touch you?" His voice was unexpected, breaking the silence with his words which were velvety and low. 

"Yes, of course," I breathed, and he put either hand on my thigh, rolling his large hands back and forth over them before responding.

"Beg for it."

His words only triggered me more, making me want it- want him even more despite the teasing. I felt shivers running down my spine as I spoke.

"Please, George..." I whispered, my voice trailing off.

"Please what?" The smirk in his voice was evident.

"Please..." I scrunched my eyes together, lowering my voice to a whisper, feeling almost embarrassed as I asked for it. "Fuck me."

"Louder, baby."

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, sitting up to make eye contact with his stupidly bold and brazen face. Seeing his face- that smirk that quirked up the corners of his lips, his intoxicated blue eyes- and that clean stubble made me want to wrap my legs around his head until my thighs were burning from the way his stubble grazed my skin whilst he lapped me up. 

Clearly that was a thought for another day though, as I watched George undoing his belt, fingers working so elegantly despite his hasty neediness, and I had to stop myself from begging him to fuck me with them instead. 

He flipped me so that I was on my front instead, muttering "ass up," so that I was arching my back to him, before I felt his tip running along my core, my slick coating his cock as I leant back into his touch, hearing him let out a deep groan of pleasure as he inserted himself in, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I felt him bottom out, tip kissing my cervix as he paused for a moment- before pulling all the way out and slamming back in again, eliciting a moan from me as I felt him hit that sensitive spot inside of me.

I arched my back, feeling him hit that spot again and again as he thrusted, hands gripping onto my waist with such force I could feel my hips bruising- though I couldn't care less at the moment.

Letting my head roll back, eyes screw close as the pad of his thumb made contact with my clit, rubbing in slick figures of eight- I saw our reflections in the mirror. George seemed in a state of absolute bliss as he pounded, the sight of his unthinkably perfect hips making my pussy tighten around him which elicited another moan from him. And the sight of me- so lost in his touch- hair completely roughed, ass up and face clearly gone with each thrust he delivered, it was only going to take a few seconds before I came.

George grabbed my hair, pulling it back so that my head was pulled back as well, exposing my raw throat and hickeyed collarbone and neck in the mirror. With the sight of George's blissed face and feeling of him pounding me whilst stimulating my clit as well, I felt the pressure build in my stomach come loose as I let out a lewd moan, George muttering a fuck as he felt me tightening, before with a few more thrusts, I felt him fill me too. He thrusted though our highs for a few more moments, giving me stars in my vision from the prolonged pleasure as I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head, before I collapsed down onto the bed, completely euphoric after what I'd felt.

George on the other hand gently began giving soft, chaste kisses to the back of my neck and back, mumbling soft praises of well done, gorgeous and you're so beautiful.... Before disappearing from the room for a few moments, coming back with a cloth and some water for me- cleaning the mess around us and helping me get into bed, before slipping in besides me and wrapping his arms around my waist tightly, leaving a smile on my face as I felt myself fall asleep against George.

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BRINGGGG BRINGGGG BRINGGGG

George and I simultaneously let out a groan at the noise. Having peacefully been holding onto one another, whispering little talk and simply enjoying the feeling of a shared bed- neither of us wanted to get up. And that sound of the phone ringing wasn't much appreciated either.

I picked my phone from the bedside table, reading Chloe's name pop up on the screen. 

"It's Chloe, I can't just ghost her because she calls until I actually pick up." I groaned, pressing the green accept button before realising I'd accepted to a facetime.

Her face popped up with wide eyes and messy hair, jaw dropping open as she saw my view. Clicking on the little rectangle in the corner, I understood why she'd reacted that way.

My hair was a ruffled mess (quite clearly in the sex-way), it clearly wasn't my room (very distinct lavender walls), and worst of all- three blossoming hickeys were visible across my neck. 

Pulling the duvet up and burrowing down to cover the marks across my neck, I only made a greater folly by then exposing George behind me, lazing flicking through his phone with his arm around me. 

Chloe let out a pitchy scream with a huge grin on her face, causing George to look at my phone with wide eyes before bursting out into laughter as he saw himself and I on screen together, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder to cover his laugh as he watched Chloe's reaction as well.

"Well that's one way to wake up," He grinned before removing his head from my neck and also spotting the bright purple marks on my body. His eyes fell wide, giving me a surprised look as he noticed them, clearly shocked at his last night's actions as another voice was heard from the phone.

"You alright, Chloe?" A voice spoke from behind the camera. It sounded like Arthur's distinguishable voice, meaning that he had probably stayed over at Cam and Chloe's for the night. 

I watched as ArthurTV's face popped into the frame, looking confused before he spotted George and I. 

"Oh, hey guys," He smiled, having no reaction to seeing George and I in the same bed. "I stayed over at Cam and Chloe's, I guess you guys did the same."

Arthur then promptly left, leaving George, Chloe and I to laugh as Arthur's lack of realisation or just reaction to seeing George and I in the same bed. 

"What?" He asked from further away, clearly not understanding what we found so funny. "Have I not seen somethin- OH."

Clearly the realisation hit him then, as he marched back to look at Chloe's phone and double check that George and I were indeed sharing a bed.

"DID YOU GUYS SLEEP  TOGETHER?!"

We could only laugh at Arthur- George once again burrowing his head into my shoulder as he dissipated into a fit of laughter, Arthur covering his mouth in horror before also putting a hand over his eyes and walking away seemingly horror-struck.

For some reason I was left hoping I could wake up more frequently in George's arms, and it seemed George felt the same way.

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hello, i'm finales georg...

i don't want to further clutter up the notes on this post while responding to the tags below but the persistence of the "finale is short/scenes are missing/extra ad break” conspiracies drives me absolutely bananas when i've watched the finale ten times and have posted about this A LOT trying to clear things up. (disclaimer that yes, i'm a goddamn destiel shipper but i care about Facts above all.)

short and snarky: there are plenty of real and sourced examples of network homophobia and scripted/directed destiel scenes being cut to point to. we don’t need to make this stuff up just bc the finale wasn’t what we wanted. so it’s not the mandela effect — it’s ppl repeating a conspiracy/rumor bc it supports their narrative and it’s easier and more fun to repeat something that supports a narrative they already believe (misha or something destiel was cut) vs the boring act of fact checking.

longer circumspect answer with links bc like many ppl i am in my debunking era and i rewatched "roblox_oof" last night.

like i said. i've watched the finale ten times. i’ve gone over the episode with a fine toothed comb and posted a detailed breakdown of timing marks on my blog. it’s actually extremely obvious where the ad breaks are once you know roughly where to look for them (they have a longer fade to black instead of a quick cut scene change). there’s no room for extra ad breaks and i think this conspiracy/rumor persists in part bc the episode feels so sparse in terms of cast and the fact that the episode’s momentum hits a barn post (and rebar) less than 20min into an hour-long programming block.

also i’m begging ppl to actually look at that timing mark post. it’s very straightforward and i spent a lot of time on it. i don’t care if ppl plagiarize it at this point if it means this conspiracy stops. i've got almost every second accounted for.

the "eleven missing scenes" that you're thinking of are probably from the finale script of questionable authenticity that @spnscripthunt acquired back in 2021 which can be found here. it's dated as the “final draft” from 11 sep 2020 and filming on 15x20 wrapped on 10 sep 2020. as noted at the bottom of this superwiki page "[the] script came from someone claiming to have been the person who did the closed captions for the show in Russia. There are some indications that it possibly may not be authentic, but this has not been confirmed."

if we go with the possibility that this was a transcript meant for subtitles, the "omitted" scenes were probably written but never filmed since it's the "final draft" and not a color revision (blue, green, yellow, etc). unfortunately, i’ve lost track of where i read it and a preliminary duckduckgo search isn’t bringing it up bc there's a program for script writing called final draft, but iirc the “final draft” version of a script is a transcript of what was filmed (e.g. there are parts of that 15x20 script that ended up being deleted scenes on the DVD). spnscripthunt also has an example of a confirmed final draft for 09x02 (funnily enough, also a dabb-penned ep). if anyone can confirm with a source that i have the purpose of the “final draft” version designation wrong, please let me know! i love being proven wrong with Facts.

i do want to acknowledge that the two “final drafts” do look different from each other and the 15x20 one doesn't look like a “real” final draft script since it lacks the revision/versioning dates that a script would normally have on the cover page. it could be that it was intended for subtitles; there's the chance it's been re-typed to anonymize it if there was anything indicating who the "owner" was, tho that seems a wee bit cloak and dagger to me. and again: it's considered of questionable authenticity. there are some things that don't quite line up but oh dear god i don't want to get even further out into the weeds than i already am.

i won't disagree that it's weird as hell that neoni only got asked about using their cover seven days prior to the episode airing (tiktok here). my personal theory is that they were hoping to get a more expensive song (maybe a zepp song, idk) and didn't manage to secure the rights in the end. again: this is pure conjecture on my part! but i could absolutely see someone working on the show hearing neoni’s cover and liking it and then maybe they were using it as a placeholder until it got down to the wire and they had to make a call/send the ep to networks. because yes, it is baffling they played a song and then a cover of it with only a 40 second break between. (i do actually really like the neoni cover! the placement is just weird and i think it could have worked if they had the kansas version at the beginning and closed with neoni's full cover.)

as to the 4th wall break COVID stuff: robert singer talked with variety magazine about filming the last two episodes and the logistics of filming during a pandemic. whether they should have been filming during a pandemic is a separate discussion but their use of office vs set pods, strict quarantining and daily testing meant that they had zero positive tests in the month they were filming (18 aug to 10 sep). so given all that, i personally don’t think it’s totally out of pocket to have everyone standing outdoors on a bridge for maybe an hour to get a drone shot of them together. (i won’t get into incubation periods and viral load, but if everyone tested negative that day and every day for a month prior, it was a fairly low risk scene to film outdoors and for all we know everyone was masked until the last possible second. there were plenty of outdoor masked protests in 2020 that weren't superspreader events.)

and before anyone brings up “but misha was in vancouver!” i know someone who looked into it and they said no dice, nothing matched up between the backgrounds in those pics and places in vancouver. his statements about “us” going back to set over the summer were pretty generic in hindsight and “we”/"us" could be him or the spn crew generally. unfortunately i’m not able to find those tweets but the use of “we” was likely so as not to give away he wouldn’t be returning to set. (bc we were absolutely casbaited!) and bc it comes up a lot: the "onion field pic" was from when they were filming 15x17 and was not taken while filming 15x19 and 15x20.

besides, it would be ridiculous to go through the financial and logistical headaches of bringing someone into the country to film during a pandemic, only to cut their scenes in the end! honestly, the script is pretty tight when the scenes are given so much breathing room! the only thing i could see being further cut down is The Monologue and even then, i don’t think there was any intent to cut it down given it was filmed in fairly long takes.

i will not apologize for the length of this bc i wanted to be thorough, but i do want to give context that i think the reason these conspiracies and rumors grind my gears so much is because anyone can fact check all of this. the truth is out there and absolutely none of it is that hard to find. the most time consuming/difficult part of this was finding someone who had a DVR’d copy of the finale from when it aired live and they actually found me themselves after i’d been low key asking around for a year!

and like. i get it. conspiracies are fun. but there are so many sourced instances of network homophobia and destiel being cut that it's like. why is this something folks are hanging onto? the cw is notorious for having upper level meddling with finales bc there's a follow-on show they want to shuffle fans along to and spn is no exception.

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In Summary⇩

You and George “dislike” each other greatly. Will a night out at a party change this?

Warnings- George Clarke x F!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Porn With Plot, Sorta Pinning, Mentions of Alcohol, P in V

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It was no secret that you and George disliked each other. You didn’t hate each other, no. That was a strong word that got thrown around disgracefully. You always thought it was hard to even say you dislike someone, but gosh, George made it hard. He never failed to throw insults your way, whether they were in a joking manner or not. You stopped being able to tell the 3rd time you hung out with the group, and he happened to be there. George thought you hated him, so naturally he wanted to give you the same energy back. A classic case of miscommunication and misinterpretation, if you will. The tension was almost just as thick as the mask of George’s “insults”.

You loved partying just as much as the average person in their 20’s, who wanted to have a little fun. Never went to get drunk though(sometimes you did.)… the thrill was where it was at. At LA parties at least. That's exactly where you were, along with the group of influencers that invited you. Being best mates with Chris and Arthur had it perks. They never failed to invite you to whatever they were getting into. It could also be a curse though. The curse being George. He also had those same perks, given that he was Arthur’s best mate. What a confusing situation. Someone would currently find you socializing with a group of beauty influencers from the area. Of course you had friends in LA. Visiting quite a lot took the blame. “That dress is actually so fuck worthy,” one of the ladies said. “Thank you. It was just a lucky, last minute thrift,” you responded. They looked surprised at your words.

Somewhere along the way you got dragged to the dance floor by your childhood friend, Becky. She was far more wild than you were, so when she claimed the song playing was her favorite, you recognized it as an excuse to get you on that dance floor… It worked. “C’mon, we just got here,” you said, rolling your eyes at her as she threw her arms around your neck, swaying her hips to the music. “Yeah and,” She screamed over the loudness . “You know I attract more men when I’m under the influence of a few shots.” She shook her head, then nodded in a certain person's direction, “Nonsense. You-Know-Who already has his attention fixated on you.” Boy did you know.

George had his eyes locked with yours when you looked over at him, sitting on a bar stool. Maybe it was the red lights flashing on him, or the energy he was giving off, but you couldn’t deny he looked sexy. You sucked in a breath as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the liquid. Even with this, George never broke eye contact. You did though. The intensity of his stare became too strong. “Fucking hell. What a creep,” you yelled to Becky, and she shrugged her shoulders with a smirk. Eventually you let the pair of eyes go from your mind, letting the music fill your ears instead. You let your body move with the others around you, getting lost within them. One of the random bodies in particular was currently pressed flush against you, hands on your waist as you grinded against him. You let your gaze fall back over to George, who was still sitting in the same exact spot. It was almost as if he was watching over you. That’s what it felt like. Couldn’t even fully enjoy yourself without that stare clouding the back of your mind. You could tell he had a few more drinks since you last studied him, the empty glasses piled onto the counter. You never knew if he was drunk by appearance…he could drink far more than others without being able to tell it. You could visibly see him scoff when the man pressed up against you placed his lips on your shoulder. Couldn’t help but smirk at him in response.

Something within you felt the need to play a little game. For some reason it felt like George was playing too. The way he looked at you like he had control really made your blood boil. You turned around swiftly and placed your lips on the man in front of you, it was sloppy and not very enjoyable. It was all for the plot though. He kissed back immediately, letting his hands travel from your waist to your ass. When you pulled away, you noticed George had left the bar. “Wanna take this upstairs,” the man whispered in your ear. You smirk in response, “Go upstairs and I’ll find you shortly, need to let the mates know not to come looking for me.” You were lying. You didn’t want to do anything with that guy now that a certain someone wasn’t watching. To be fair, you hadn’t planned on it anyways.

George watched the interaction from a distance, gathering what was going to happen from the way the guy walked off with complete smugness. “George, I don’t appreciate you looking off into the distance whilst I am speaking to you,” Arthur said, turning around in his seat to try and see what George was. He turned back around with a playful look on his face, his eyebrow raised with cheekiness. “Do you fancy Y/N?” George just looked at Arthur for a solid 10 seconds before answering. “Oh you’re serious? No. No I do not.” He responded, which earned a hum from Arthur. George watched you make your way over to the bar, and down a shot. Even without you snogging the man, he still felt like he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. He then watched as you began walking up the stairs, after the man he thought. He had a weird feeling about him. That’s what he told himself when he stood up, making his way through the crowd of people after you.

“Where the fuck is the bathroom around here,” you muttered to yourself, becoming very annoyed that the restroom wasn’t more visible to the eye in a public place. You walked around on the second floor, trying to seek out the right door. You were very cautious about opening just any door. Some of them could be reserved, and you didn’t want to walk in on something if the foolish people didn’t make use of the locks. Nevertheless, you found the bathrooms, only a single sign on each door labeled “Mens/Womens restroom” giving it away. After doing your business, you did what any normal person would do and washed your hands before leaving. Only this time you were met with a slightly tipsy George. “Stalking me now, are we?” Your voice was laced with annoyance, all of a sudden hating the situation completely. “You’re not going in that room with a random man,” was his response. “Very bold of you to assume you get to make decisions for me. Isn’t that what parties are for? A bit of fun? Whoops. Forgot you wouldn’t know.” You tried to walk off, but he caught your wrist. “I said you’re not going, he’s not good enough for you,” he said as he pulled you back. This only angered you. It angered you even more the way he said it so commonly, like he had it all sorted. You took a big step forward at that, pointing a finger right in his chest. “You got some nerve George. Who are you to decide what’s good for me?” You said, tears forming in your eyes from how angry he was making you. He just wasn’t listening. “Trust me, will you?” He said softly, stepping even closer to you, which resulted in you stepping back into the wall. “No, George, I won’t ‘trust’ you! Why would I trust someone who couldn’t give less of a fuck about me any other day?” You yelled, pushing his chest softly with the palm of your hand, but it didn’t do anything.

George’s face fell at your words, and when he didn’t say anything for a bit longer than your liking, you opened your mouth to start up again…but nothing came out. George cut your words off with his lips against yours. You pulled away in surprise at first, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. But God, those few seconds felt so right, your lips burning in replace of where his once was. Your eyes fell onto his lips to try and decipher whether he was feeling the same thing, but of course you couldn’t. Instead, you smashed your lips back onto his to make sure what you felt was even there. You felt the need to wrap your arm around his neck to deepen the kiss, pulling him closer in regards. If you weren’t fully pressed against the wall before, you sure were now. His hand fell to your waist, feeling the need to touch you more. If it weren’t for the need of breath, you both feared the kiss wouldn’t have ended.

In this moment, you both felt like you couldn’t get enough of each other. But you were starting to feel a bit exposed, as you were making out in the middle of a club. “Take me somewhere more private, please,” you said out of breath. He nodded and placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowds of people. He walked you out of the club, and called for a taxi. “The nearest hotel,” George said, getting into the Taxi. Of course you both already had hotels, but he was growing impatient. The tension in the taxi was almost smothering you, too thick to withstand. You were still out of breath from the kiss, it felt like. You wondered if George felt the same way. It was a long 5 minutes before you arrived at a nice hotel, you gave props to the driver for not taking you to a shitty LA stay. You stood very close to George as he was checking in, the atmosphere of the big city getting to you. Literally, you rested your forehead against his back, clinging to him.

Once you made it to your room, George wasted no time in pushing you against the door, reaching behind you to lock the second lock as his lips worked against yours. Never could be too safe in America. He pressed himself flush against you once again. You could feel his semi hard cock pressing against his jeans, making you moan into the kiss. “I want you, George.” The desperation in your voice was too pathetic for your own good. That was all he needed to hear, tapping the side of your thigh in request to jump. And you did, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laid you down on the bed, and your legs still wrapping around his waist pulled him right down with you. His clothed cock was pressed against you in the place you wanted him most. You couldn’t wait any longer, sitting up to take your dress off. George assisted this, of course. He placed his lips on the dip of your shoulder, finally having the skin completely exposed. He ran his hand up your back, stopping at the clasp of your bra. “Are you sure you want this,” he whispered softly against your ear. You hummed in response, your body also responding in a shiver. He unclasped your bra, letting it fall to your lap. He placed his lips back on to yours, but this time he ran the pad of his thumb over your nipple. You couldn’t help but jump a bit at the coldness, but nevertheless whimpered in delight.

George eventually lost his shirt, and trousers, not wanting you to be the only one with the lack of clothing. You scooted back so that you were fully onto the bed, George following you. His body was now in between your legs, his lips kissing a full line down your body. He placed a kiss on the side of your thigh… so, so close to where you wanted him. At this point you were aching for him. “George, please,” you said breathlessly. He hushed you, “Let me take care of you,” he’d say. He looked at you for one last yes, which you gave him, before sliding your panties down. You were on full display, and you sure felt like it too. Before any bad thought could make its way to your mind, “You are so beautiful,” George said.

George grazed his finger over the bottom of your lip before pressing it against your tongue, and you complied with his request. Swirling your tongue around his finger, you coated it with a nice layer of salvia. George couldn’t help but groan at the dirty action. He held your waist with his opposing hand as he pressed the tip of his finger against your entrance. A shaky moan left your lips. You couldn’t shake the need of wanting to touch him. Feel his skin the way he felt yours. You run your hand over his chest first, then down his soft abs. You’ve never felt George like this. Of course you haven’t. You’d never been as close, face to face, before tonight. It was all such a new feeling. He was a new feeling still yet needing to be explored.

He began to work his fingers into you, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He started off as one would, a single digit pumping into you, but you needed more of him, and you let him know. “More,” you say, looking at him with doe eyes. He complies, now using two digits. He pleasured you, and prepped you for some more time, before you told him you were ready. He nodded in response. George pulled you in for another kiss as he pulled his boxers down, freeing himself. He placed a few pumps to his cock to fully harden himself. You were the one to break the kiss. Spitting into your hand for lube once more(what can you say, you hadn’t prepared for this) you took his cock in your hand, getting a feel for it yourself. George let his mouth fall open at your action, his breath picking up. He kept his eyes locked with yours, making the scene even more erotic than it already was.

You two were lucky enough to find a spare condom in the back of your phone. You always kept one just in case. After sliding on the condom, George pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You couldn’t help but groan, the stretch of his three fingers not quite good enough.It had also been over a month since you’d had sex. “I know, I’m sorry,” he said gently. He gave you time to adjust each time he pushed himself deeper into you. If you were honest with yourself, you couldn’t think of anyone else that had treated you this delicately. He pressed open mouthed kisses against your neck to mask the pain, which only made you moan at the mix. He began to thrust into you slowly once he bottomed out. “You feel so good,” George groaned. You bit your lip to silence your moans, not wanting to be too loud, as you were in a hotel room.

His thrust began to speed up once he knew the pain was gone for you. “F-Fuck, George,” you said in a whiny voice. You couldn’t help it, everything about him just felt so right. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, causing a whimper to escape your mouth from the sensitivity. You let your hands run along his back as he continued with his actions, feeling the muscles flex under your palms. If you could be turned on more than you already were, that would do it. You couldn’t help but let your nails glide across his back when he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, the new position causing him to go deeper. George moaned at the feeling, his hot breath now over your nipple. You arched into the feeling, tangling your fingers in his hair. You were so close, and you knew he was too. The soft moans leaving his lips, that weren’t there before, told you so. Along with his thrust becoming more sloppy. “I’m so close,” he said, “M-Me too.” George let the pad of his thumb circle your clit as he felt himself near the edge, same as you. He let his hand cover your mouth this time to silence your moans, as they were getting louder. The clenching of your walls around him gave him his orgasm. He let his face fall to the dip of your neck once more, moaning against the skin. The intense pleasure he was giving you from every which way had you coming, yours beginning when his ended. He thrusted into you a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm, and it did just that.

George let his body collapse onto yours, one last moan from both parties could be heard at this. He pulled out slowly, soon after going to toss the condom in the bathroom bin. When he came back, he found you sitting up on the bed. He made his way over to you. George let his thumb slide under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Don’t ever say I don’t care about you, Y/N. Let’s catch a shower, then we’ll talk.” He said, the same gentle look in his eyes from earlier.