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arcadiabaytornado · 1 year

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Life Is Strange Ending Idea’s

Life Is Strange is one of my favorite games of all time, but I have mixed feelings about the ending. The choices you make don’t matter, and they don’t play into how the game ends. You can disagree with Chloe 100% of the time and still save her, or you can agree with her 100% of the time and still sacrifice her. That’s not how I think the game should end, so instead I’ve come up with ending idea’s that tie into the choice system.

Sacrifice Chloe:

You can get this ending by disagreeing with Chloe for most of the game, and then choosing to make a sacrifice to save Arcadia Bay. Depending on if you kissed Chloe earlier, you either get a hug or a kiss before traveling back in time. This ending plays out like it would if you sacrificed Chloe in the game.

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Sacrifice Max:

You can get this ending by agreeing with Chloe for most of the game, and choosing to make a sacrifice to save Arcadia Bay. Max won’t admit her plans to Chloe, but she will tell her that she’s the strongest person Max knows. She says that it’s going to be okay, and apologizes once again for abandoning her best friend with the butterfly blue hair.

With this said, Max kisses/hugs Chloe and goes back in time. She yells out to Nathan when he pulls out the gun, getting herself killed in Chloe’s place.

The timestream changes with this event. We see a picture of Chloe getting shot being burnt away and replaced with a picture of Chloe holding her childhood friend’s body. You see Nathan being interrogated by police, and Chloe watching Mark getting arrested for indirectly killing both loves of her life. Joyce then holds her as she cries on her bed, and David watches from the doorway realizing that he’s been a major asshole to her. Those pictures then fade to show Chloe wearing Max’s grey hoodie and meeting with Warren and Kate to celebrate Max’s life. The final two pictures are of Chloe taking a selfie with Max’s camera and Chloe standing near the cliffside in funeral attire.

During the funeral, Chloe glances up to see two transparent does in the forest. They stare at her as she smiles their way, thinking about her doe-like former best friend as the screen fades to black.

For the final scene, you get a time skip to Chloe graduating with a degree on an ambiguous subject. She’s shown acting friendly/flirty with a girl her age, showing she once again has caring people in her life. Despite everything she’s gone through, Chloe will be okay.

Sacrifice Arcadia Bay:

This ending could stay the same as it does in the game. If Max agrees with Chloe most of the time, she’ll unlock with option and sacrifice the town to be with her. The only thing I’d change from the original game is a small cutscene after they drive off from Arcadia Bay.

Max and Chloe can be seen sitting in her truck under the night sky. They either share a kiss or hold hands depending on if you kissed Chloe in Episode 3.

Rachel And Chloe:

This is an ending where Rachel and Chloe survive, but it’s not without major consequence. This would be defying Rachel’s fate after all, and since the other endings aren’t completely happy neither is this one. Also I feel like this would be the hardest to achieve ending.

To get this ending, you need to make certain dialogue choices through the game. EVERYTIME Max has the option to bring up Rachel she needs to take it, until the point it’s clear that she’s just as invested in Rachel as Chloe. If you pick all the dialogue correctly, you can bring Rachel back, but at the cost of the town and Max.

I don't know exactly how exactly Rachel would be brought back. This is just throwing around fun idea’s. However, Max somehow is able to go back in time to the day Rachel vanished. She’s quick to find her, and warn the popular girl that Nathan is dangerous. Rachel isn’t totally on board with this idea, but she recognizes Max from Chloe talking about her. Because of this, she goes off to find Chloe and tell her that her former best friend is back in town. Thus setting off a timeline where Rachel survives.

But Max doesn’t. The strain from time traveling so far is to much for her body, and it gives out as soon as Rachel walks away. She dies in the middle of campus, but it’s not enough to expose Nathan and Mark for their crimes. They don’t get legal punishment in this ending, but they do die in the storm.

The timestream changes from Chloe being shot, to Rachel comforting her by the lighthouse. Then a picture is shown of the girls playing with David’s gun in the junkyard, before the next picture shows them train hopping. You see Rachel and Chloe playing in ocean, before you see Chloe taking pictures of a posing Rachel with Max’s camera. Then you see Chloe attending Max’s funeral, only for that picture to be burned away and replaced by one with Chloe and Rachel standing in the storm.

The storm destroys Arcadia Bay, leaving Rachel and Chloe as the only one’s standing. In a parallel to the bae ending, Chloe and Rachel drive away from Arcadia Bay and finally escape the town they hated.

Stuck Between Realties:

You get this ending if you’re a terrible investigator. If you didn’t touch Dana’s pregnancy test, didn’t find David’s files, didn’t hear the phone message from the cops, didn’t find Nathan’s pin code, and didn’t find David’s locker code, you’ll get this ending. Max will refuse to make a sacrifice. She doesn’t understand anything that’s happening and feels left without answers. Max will yell she needs more time to think and rewind. Except she keeps rewinding farther than she’s ever gone before. Only when she stops does Max realize she’s trapped in a blank space in between realties, never to go home.

New World:

You can only get this ending if you're a fantastic investigator. If you touch Dana's test, find David's files, heard the phone message from the cops, found Nathan's pin code, and found David's locket code, this is the ending you get. Max won't be willing to make a sacrifice. She's lost so much this week and found out so many dark secrets. She can't lose Chloe and her childhood home too.

Max will either hug or kiss Chloe, depending on your relationship with her, before going through the butterfly picture. But instead of letting Nathan shoot someone, Max is resolved to fix everything no matter what it takes. She makes a different choice this time, confronting Nathan before he pulls out the gun, therefore setting off a new timeline.

It's implied that Max will stay in a time loop of the week we've had in-game until she finds a way to fix everything using all the pictures she's taken. It's left up to the player's imagination if Max can succeed in her goal of saving Chloe, the town, and possibly Rachel, or if she's forever trapped in a time loop trying to change things out of her control.

#I've wrote this before #but this is a rewrite because my style changed a lot between now and then #Life Is Strange #Chloe Price #max caulfield #rachel amber #Pricefield #Amberprice

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heavenorhella2001 · 1 year

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Pricefield AU prompt: But I'm A Cheerleader

I need this. In fanart, fic, anything. It just works so well.

I mean, seriously. Chloe is exactly like Graham.

They even somewhat look alike.

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yumeyleo · 8 months

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getting emotional over life is strange again

#(spoilers)#(this shit isnt correct im too lazy to rewatch gameplay #CCCAUSE #MAX AND CHLOE #THEYRE BEST FRIENDS..(well. more than just friends depending on your choices ykk)#AND THEYRE CONNECTED #BBUT #BUT #SHE #CHLOE #SHES DESTINED TO MOTHERFUCKING DIE AUGHHH #BUT MAX TRIES HER BEST TO USE HER POWERS TO LIKE #USGHGHHHHH #SND THEN YOU HAVE TO CHOSE #BETWEEN SACRIFICING THE BAY OR CHOOSING TO SACRIFICE CHLOE #i chose the bay im so sorry chloe #AHHHHHHUYUUGHHGHGH

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fifiophobia · 1 year

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How it started…

How it ended…

#life is strange #lis #breaking bad #brba #walter white #chloe price #jesse pinkman #max caulfield #Beep-beep is that my bestie in a Tessie?#talk about weird reunions #will I make more posts talking about the similarities between these duos #maybe maybe not #a main difference would be one duo is more like Thelma Louise and the other is like Joker and Harley Quinn #meta #I think?

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bulletbilltime · 26 days

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I thought the Life is Strange brainrot was gone. Well, it's not. The Life is Strange brainrot never goes away. It only goes dormant.

#bulletbilltime rambling #inspired by me playing the Max And Chloe song on loop for the past 24 hours #then getting inspiration to draw more amberpricefield #and I even have a story idea where chloe is able to join Max through her time travel and they try to save Rachel #I also started another LiS fic because of course #rn my brain is a warzone between Pokemon and LiS #Pokemon brainrot is losing atm but it's probably the strongest it's been in ages

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ria-starstruck · 7 months

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why in the world is it so hard to find a playthrough of the life is strange end choice where it's gay

#was there not a kiss between max and chloe. before the choice ?? i s2g there was. can someone please confirm im not going insane #not art #also i keep going nuts about ->max timepowers arent the only thing that could save chloe come the fuck on + wtf was the point of getting #timepowers + being able to save chloe if she cant save chloe in the end!!! -> clearly this is something something moving on from the past #yadda yadda and max's inability to save chloe w/o timepowers is more of a metaphorical letting go or whatever than anything -> RAURHGHGHHGH #ig i wouldnt feel this dissonant dissatisfaction if it was Literally Impossible for max to do jack in that moment #like . if she could Literally Actually have done nothing to save chloe in the first time yk. w/o timepowers #like if i could Feel that impossibility of only one max in the face of every choice chloes made everything thats pushed her and max away #from each other #then yeah! i'd be really upset but id accept it!#but as it stands now there Always feels like there couldve been Something max couldve done #even if it flies in the face of the euhhh...narrative ? themes ? metaphorical shit ? that the games building up n relying on n the message #it tries to tell #or something .idk i didnt expect to be analyzing lis in the tags tonight lmao

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daydreamingbird · 2 years

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i finished the first life is strange game and aaaargh why couldn't they let me kiss chloe more!! also how dare they ask me to sacrifice her T_T

#life is strange #it took me over a year to finish this game because it was so emotionally taxing with all its death and heavy topics #such as suicide of a friend #which is for personal reason very touchy subject for me #but i finally finished it!#and loved it despite everything i just wish there could've been more romance scenes between max and chloe

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ohnoafterlaughs · 9 months

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Pricefield commission for @charles12-13 and @bosterm! A moment of reassurance between Max and Chloe, set shortly after the Bae Ending.

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#pricefield #max and chloe #life is strange #bae ending #max caulfield #chloe price #my fanarts #lis

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hockeyshmockey · 7 months

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Lance Stroll- Biggest Champion

summary: a moment between the oldest wolff and lance after some scary moments in Qatar. lance stroll x wolff reader

warnings: talk about the medical issues in qatar!

wc: 1.1k

“Papa,” you said worriedly as you say next to Toto in the Mercedes garage in Qatar. Since you had begun seeing Lance, throughout this season, the set up usually was you watching your boyfriend and friends race from the Mercedes garage and stepping out to see Lance pre and post race. Unless Chloe was in town where the two of you could be found giggling in the Aston garage, this seemed to work for the two of you.

That day in Qatar had been otherworldly hot. Lance had not been having the greatest weekend, taking ice baths every hour it seemed like and spending a lot of time in his drivers room trying to work through his frustrations. You had joined him some of the time, offering him silent comfort which seemed to be what he needed with all the pressure sitting on his shoulders.

As you and Toto stared at the screens showing several onboards and now sharing Logan’s voluntary retirement, your worry crept up for not only Lance, but your friends as well. A hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing to offer support as Lewis joined your little group. Carmen was standing off to the side with George’s trainer, chewing on her nail as she shared similar worries about her boy in the drivers seat.

“I really can’t believe this,” Lewis shook his head as Logan was wheeled into the Williams garage. “This is so dangerous. The FIA can't let this happen again.”

The group all watched as more and more drivers chimed in over the radios about not feeling well. Alonso pretty much asking his team to throw water over him on his last pit, which they couldn’t do. After another round of Max crossing the line first, finally some relief hit as the groups shoulders lifted knowing their final driver and friends would be getting out of the cars soon.

Watching the other team onboards which your father kept on a separate screen for your benefit, you winced as you watched Alex have to be assisted out of his car. Switching over to Lances, you watched as he sat in his car for a minute before trying to haul himself out. You felt slight relief as he made it from the car, leaning over by the tire for a second. But that relief was short lived.

As you saw him stumble, you gasped, hand covering your mouth as your father frowned, the two of you watching as Lance’s knees buckled and sent him fumbling into the door of the ambulance. Toto put a hand on your back as you both watched medical personnel approach the driver, before the feed was cut.

“Go,” Toto nodded as you looked on helplessly, taking no time before hightailing it from the Mercedes garage to the Aston Martin one down the row.

“Is he ok?” You asked breathlessly as you saw Lawrence and Lance's Engineer standing together with matching frowns.

“He had some trouble with the heat,” Lawrence said as he put a hand on your shoulder in sympathy. “He didn’t look too good getting out of the car but they took him right to the medical center.”

“Will they let us in?” You immediately asked.

“I’ve got to wait for Fernando,” Lawrence sighed, looking over at Ben and Henry. “I think they’ll let Henry in, you want to go with him and work that charm? Check on our boy?”

“I’m on it,” you smiled weakly as Henry nodded, leading you out of the garage to where he grabbed an Aston golf cart and drove you over to the medical center. Considering the state of the drivers, the usually calm area was a mad house with other team members, drivers, and some partners as well.

You followed Henry’s lead as he walked up to one of the track workers. The two spoke for a moment, Henry gesturing over his shoulder to you. As the worker saw you wringing your hands and the clear worry on your face, her own expression softened and she nodded before pointing down the hall.

You hurried after Henry, keeping up with his long strides as the two of you approached a curtained off area. Henry peeked his head in before pulling back the sheets, showing your boyfriend sitting on the bed in no shirt and just his fire proof bottoms.

“Hey mate,” Henry said as he approached the bed, clapping Lances shoulder as the boy smiled up at him tiredly. “Boss man couldn’t get away but wanted us to make sure to come check on ya.”

“I’m alright,” Lance said, his words slightly slurred with exhaustion as he looked past Henry towards you. He reached out a hand, you immediately rushing over to grab it in both of yours. “Just exhausted. They’ve got me on some fluids right now.”

“Some good rest and food will get you right,” Henry squeezed his shoulder before looking back at you. “We’ll I’ll leave you and report back to Lawrence. You both should be able to get back to the garage but if not give me a shout, I’ll come get you.”

“Thank you Henry,” you said softly as he smiled at the both of you before heading back out the way he came. You took a long second now that you were alone to let your eyes take in all of Lance’s face- skin sweaty, eyes tired.

“I really am ok,” he murmured, cupping your cheek as he saw the unshed tears on your lash line. You nuzzled in to his touch, letting out a sigh as you felt some of the weight on your shoulders lift just having him in front of you.

“I’m glad, it was scary out there,” you rasped out, looking at him once more. “A few other guys apparently passed out in the mc post race.”

“God this should’ve never happened,” Lance shook his head. Any further talking was put on pause as a nurse shuffled in, taking stock of Lances IV drip and telling him he would still be here for another hour or so for observation.

“I know I wasn’t at my best this weekend,” Lance admitted thickly. “And I’ve got some apologies to make. But being in the car, feeling like I could’ve gone off at any moment. All I could think about was getting back to you. And telling you how much I adore you, and that I don’t say it enough, but I’m really thankful for you and everything you do for me.”

“Oh schatz,” you said as you leaned in teary eyed again, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re doing your best. Your frustration is something everyone understands, we just need to find better ways for you to express it. There is nothing I would change about you. I love you and I love being your biggest champion. There’s no getting rid of me.”

“I love you,” he smiled tiredly, pursing his lips with a pout till you rolled your eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

#f1 #formula one imagine #formula one #f1 driver #f1 imagine #f1 driver imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 driver #imagine #lance stroll #lance stroll imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll angst

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lnfours · 3 months

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inclinations (the 1) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: language, fluff, surprise visits, mostly a filler chapter before we get into the good stuff of this first part of the series!

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a few months later…

fall was quickly approaching, the autumn leaf colors swallowing the green ones and the wind getting colder. you had loved this time of year, the transition from summer into fall feeling like a fresh start for you every year. a new chapter of your story unwinding before your eyes.

however, this year it felt a little bit different. the summer had been mediocre, a let down from what you had wished it would be. between everything with lando falling out of place as soon as you figured it out, to having to turn your social medias private due to the backlash of your relationship.

the truth was, you hadn’t really let it bother you. people could say what they wanted about you and your relationship, but at the end of the day, it was basically a dream come true. everything you had ever wanted wrapped up with a pretty bow on top.

right now, it was the last week of august. two official weeks left of summer until you were thrown into your final year of uni, until you were put out into the real world to show everybody what you were made of. you were wheeling your suitcase through the monaco airport, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of the surprise you were about to pull off.

you had texted max on a whim a few days ago, saying you wanted to surprise lando and hang out with them for the final few weeks of summer. get back that time the two of you lost when he was swept away and had to come back. he had thought it was a great idea, knowing his best friend needed something like this. he knew lando needed you.

so he agreed to pick you up from the airport, helping you put your bag into the trunk after giving you a quick hug and before you climbed into the passenger seat. he had told lando he was out to run an errand and that he’d be back, leaving his best friend in complete unawareness.

“he’s gonna be so happy to see you,” he smiled, “when’s the last time you talked to him?”

“before the flight,” you said, “i told him i was out with chloe, getting some shopping done for school. i’m excited to see his reaction.”

you were practically beaming, over the moon excited about everything that was about to happen. about seeing him, being wrapped up in everything lando and letting it consume you.

max pulled up in front of the apartment building, the two of you making light conversation on the way up about how your semester was gonna go. the key turned into the lock, the two of you laughing softly. the door pushed open and your heart was going a mile a minute, so excited to see his face when you walked through the door.

you had quietly wheeled your suitcase to the living room and kicked off your shoes, max following behind you as you made your way down the hallway. you were smiling so wide it hurt, hand slowly approaching the doorknob to his bedroom door. you opened the door slowly, smiling as you peaked your head in.

you spotted brown curls flushed against the white linen pillows and your heart squeezed in your chest. his eyelashes kissing his cheeks and lips slight parted from his cheek being squished, he was asleep.

you climbed softly next to him, smiling and running a hand through his hair. he stirred, letting out a soft groan as he squeezed his eyes shut, clearly not enjoying the morning monaco sun that had decided to peek through his curtains.

“morning, sunshine,” you smiled. this made his eyes shoot open, hearing your voice right next to him rather than through a phone line.

he sat up quickly, laughing softly before pulling you close against his body, “no fucking way!”

you laughed with him, “surprise!”

he looked over at max, “were you in on this, too?”

max nodded, “yeah, figured you could use a little pick me up before you start racing again.”

and he was right. lando had been missing you like crazy, you had become the sole topic of all his conversations lately.

max had left the two of you alone for a while, you with your head on his chest as you laid in bed. you spent the time catching up, talking about anything and everything with his hands in your hair.

the monaco sun had finally set when max came knocking on his bedroom door, peeking his head in, “the guys are talking about hitting the club in a bit, you guys wanna go?”

you turned your head to look at him as he looked down at you, “‘s up to you,”

you shrugged, thinking about how good it could be to go out, especially during the last few weeks of summer. and so you did, thankful you had decided to pack a few dresses in your suitcase. lando had thrown on a button up and a pair of trousers, looking good even with the little effort he put in.

the music inside was loud, bass raking through your body as you walked through the crowd of people, lando’s hand on your waist. you had finally caught up with your friends, spotting the familiar face as you laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

“oh my god, it’s been so long!” you sighed happily.

“i know! tell me everything i’ve missed!” flo smiled. and you did, you had caught her up to speed with all the little things she had missed. the summer you had been craving for was finally coming in little doses.

“you want a drink?” lando smiled, leaning his head down to your ear so you could hear him. you nodded, letting him squeeze your hand before he gently dropped it back to your side.

you had took part in the conversation between flo and max, laughing with them for some time before you realized it had taken lando longer than usual to reappear back at your side. you smiled at your friends and excused yourself, pushing through the crowd as you tried to find the curly haired boy who had your heart.

you looked up, finding him laughing at the bar. a set of freshly manicured nails resting against his chest, matching with long brown hair and a girl with long, tan legs laughing with him. her arm was around his neck, like she had been holding him close. too close.

you were suddenly frozen in your steps, staring at the two as you took in everything. a hand on your shoulder pulled you back to reality, followed by flo saying your name.

“y/n,” she mumbled softly, grabbing onto your arm, “i think we should go-“

you didn’t mean to snap, snatching your arm back from her grip as the anger tears welled up in your eyes. you made your way through the crowd with her hot on your heels.

lando’s eyes met yours and the girl untangled her arm from him quickly as he stood, “hey, baby, sorry there’s people i want you to-“

“don’t bother,” you said, his eyes meeting yours, “how long, lando?”

he looked at you confused, “how long what?”

“how long have you been letting her wrap herself around you knowing damn well i won’t find out just because im halfway across the world?”

flo stood next to you now, torn between dragging you out before it got worse or sticking up for you against her brother. her brother who was letting another girl hang on him, without a second thought.

“would you let me explain,” he said, “it’s not what it looks like.”

you shook your head, pushing past him and letting your shoulder bump into yours, “save it for someone else. i’m done.”

you didn’t bother looking back as people called your name. you pushed the doors open to the club and stepped out into the cool summer night in monaco, a city you had never been in as the hot tears flowed down your cheeks.

you had come to the city for one thing, to fix the way everything with lando had come crashing down so quickly so fast. just for the same thing to happen again.

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g-xix · 9 months

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Rodeo Ride | George Clarkey

George Clarkey smut as requested by @jazsiken and i didn't really like George when I first started writing this... But goddamn he is fine. Proof:

Lenger. Content (warnings): Smut, 2.3k wordcount, alcohol/drinking Without further ado- enjoy.

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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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