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PLEASE he's so cute💘

George on Ep.3 of Inside.

This explains the harmonica😂

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Can you please write a George fic where he and the reader does not get on in the slightest always arguing you’re Chris’s best friend George went too far with one of his insults, reader goes on a night out then rings Chris to pick her up but he doesn’t answer instead it’s George that answers and he comes and picks her up, results in an argument but then they turn from enemies to lovers if that’s okay!

i don't hate you.

pairings : george clarkey x female reader

summary : you're at a party and want to go home, but have no means of transportation, you decide to call chris to come and pick you up, but end up with george instead

warnings : alcohol consumption, fluff, mentions of nausea, light angst, mature language, mentions of anxiety

beth's notes : is this slightly cheesy? yes, but we all love a bit of cheesiness from time to time!! first george clarkey fic!!! if this wasn't very enemies type vibe i apologise for that, i was lowk kinda stuck on this one! thanks for the request lovie 💘

you stood in the corner of the pub, the building bustling with life, all of the people coming out to watch the football before the start of the week ahead.

your head pounded, the mix of the loud chants and shouts from the football fans and the few vodka shots you'd had earlier taking a toll on you.

a nauseous feeling brewing in your stomach as you sighed, you knew coming out with your friends tonight wasn't the best idea, but sometimes you liked the thought of going out and drinking away all your problems with your girls on the dance floor.

but tonight was not the night for that.

you wanted to go home, desperately, but finding a taxi in london on a sunday at this time of night wasn't the easiest, nor safest, job to do.

you weren't sure what chris was doing today, but you thought it'd be worth a try to call him, see if he was available to pick you up, and if he weren't, then you'd just have to sit through the rest of the night hiding in the pub bathroom.

you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts list and stopping at chris - or rather, 'bilbo baggins variant❤️'.

you clicked the little phone icon, holding your phone to your ear. though, the music was too loud, and you could barely hear the ringtone.

you quickly shuffled towards the side exit, pushing the door open as chris picked up the phone, leaning against the wall, the cool breeze sweeping over you and washing away all of the tension in your body.

"hey, chris, i have a favour to ask!" you greeted, awaiting his response, except it wasn't chris, it was george. only your second favourite person !

"chris is in the shower, uh, want me to pass on a message?" george's voice rang through the phone awkwardly.

"oh, uhm, hi george, yeah. could you ask him if he could come and pick me up later? like... half an hour?" you mumbled, your voice losing the jolly tone from earlier.

"where are you?" he sighed out, you could practically see him placing a hand to his forehead, his eyes closed in annoyance.

"The Charles." "i'm on my way." he mumbled, the faint jingling of his keys heard in the background as he opened the door to their apartment, ending the call with no further warning.

you sighed, looking down at your phone before slipping it back into your pocket, making your way back into the pub to find your friends, letting them know you were heading out early.

leaving out the part where george was the one picking you up. why'd he decide on it so quickly? he hates you, or, atleast that's what he always says.

well, you're not the most keen on him either. he could've easily told chris when he got out of the shower. or maybe he's just in a good mood tonight?

you pushed your way through the crowds of people, weaving your way through the tables and barging through the front door of the pub, leaning against the railing as you looked out at the road.

the boys' flat wasn't too far away, maybe 20 minutes if there was bad traffic, you very easily could've walked. but it was late at night in london, and you were mildly tipsy. it wasn't the best idea.

around ten minutes later a black car pulled up, and you already knew it was george. you stood up properly and made your way over to the car, letting out a deep breathe, preparing yourself for whatever mood this man was in before getting in the passenger side.

"uh, hi." you smiled, buckling your seatbelt as he nodded. "hi."

the next few minutes were sat in silence as george drove, his hands desperately gripping onto the steering wheel, as if he'd fly away if he let go.

the car came to a halt at a red light, george's grip loosening as his left hand dropped to the gear stick.

"what did i ever do to you?" you asked, the question coming out of nowhere, you weren't sure what had possessed you to finally ask the question you'd been wanting to ask for months.

"what?" he looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"what did i ever do to you?" you repeated. "what's your issue with me?"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n-" "oh my god, george, you so obviously do! every time i'm around you, you go quiet, you won't have a civil conversation with me!"

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, and oh how you wished the light would turn green.

"i just... don't know how to talk to you, you're different to all of my other friends." he lied through his teeth, his grip returning on the wheel as the light turned green, and he turned the corner, growing closer to your apartment block.

you couldn't help but scoff, an eye roll following as you crossed your arms.

"don't scoff at me." he muttered.

you scoffed again, just especially to piss him off as much as you could. was it petty? yes, completely. but you could not give one less shit!

george pulled into the car park of your apartment building, the nauseous feeling in your stomach from earlier appearing again as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

you let out a deep breathe, placing a hand to your stomach as you used the other to open the door once he'd parked. you knew it was just your anxiety making you nauseous, and that was all, just the loss of adrenaline from earlier.

"are you okay?" george asked, a strange tone of sincerity filling his voice as he sat forward, unbuckling his own seatbelt.

"huh? oh... yeah, i'm fine, just nauseous, that's all." you mumbled, shrugging it off as you shut the car door, noticing george get out of the car too. "what're you doing?"

"what kind of gentleman would i be if i didn't walk you to your door?" he gave a playful smirk, resulting in an eye roll from you. "and besides, you don't feel well, if anything happened to you chris would murder me."

you couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking your head slightly as you pushed open the door to the apartment building, holding it open for george.

the two of you made your way upstairs, stopping on the floor your flat was on as you made your way to your door, digging around in your pocket for the key and unlocking the door.

"i... don't 'hate' you." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

you looked up at him in confusion, turning around to face him. "what do you mean? you never go out if you know i'm gonna be there, you never talk to me when you do, and every time you do speak to me - which is rare - it's always some bitchy comment?!" you exclaimed, your voice raising much louder than you'd intended for it to.

george just stood there, a shocked expression in his face as he let out a small chuckle. "y/n... it's because i like you."

"i- you- the fuck?" you spluttered out, completely gobsmacked at the fact that he'd just admitted his feelings for you out of nowhere.

"i. like. you." he smiled. "and the reason i'm always such a dick to you is because if chris, or anyone for that matter, knew i liked you i'd get the shit kicked out of me."

you let out a small laugh, knowing for a fact that chris certainly would do just that.

you thought it over. well, yes, you did always find him attractive, and he's funny, and he can be quite kind, and he's dedicated, and...

well fuck.

you like him.

"you okay there, love?" he laughed out, waving a hand infront of your face, trying to snap you out of your zoned out state.

"oh- uh, yeah..." you mumbled, a small smile on your face as he looked down at you intently. his gaze flickering from your eyes, to your lips, and back.

god, this man was not about to make you blush.

as much as you tried to fight it, you felt your cheeks flush, and you prayed to the lord that you weren't as pink as you thought you were right now.

he chuckled, stepping forward, his hands travelling down to settle on your waist, and you were sure that his grip around you turned your cheeks the same shade as a ripe tomato.

"george..." you muttered, shaking your head, a small laugh slipping past your lips as you looked up at him. it wasn't that you were objecting, goodness no it wasn't that, it was that you were trying to make sure that he actually realised what he was doing.

he rolled his eyes playfully at the way you said his name, as if it were the most stupid thing to have ever come out of your mouth.

a small smirk forming on his face before his lips connected with yours in a soft, gentle kiss. your hands slid up his arms, resting on his bicep. and it took everything in you to not let your legs buckle at the feeling of his lips on yours as you reciprocated.

the kiss wasn't long, short n sweet, some may say, but you thought it was just right.

when you pulled away a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him. "goodnight, clarkey." you said as you turned to your door, pushing it open, his hands falling from your waist to his side.

"sleep tight, y/l/n." he returned the smile, his eyes following you as you walked into your flat, the door shutting with a click of the lock.

and as you leant against the closed door, a look of pure joy on your face. you suddenly realised just how obvious the signs had been.

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me too actually !

i need him biblically.

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The rain.

ChrisMD x reader

just some fluff!! him teaching you football

The sky had been overcast all afternoon, the clouds a dull grey as you stood on the damp grass, a football resting at your feet. You and Chris had planned this for days, but neither of you had expected the rain. It started as a light drizzle, then picked up, falling in cool droplets that soaked your clothes and made the field a little slippery.

Chris, of course, looked completely unbothered. He stood a few feet away, running a hand through his already-soaked hair, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Still up for it?" he asked, shaking the water from his arms like some sort of wet dog.

You giggled, wiping the raindrops from your face. "Obviously. I’m not letting a little rain stop me."

Chris grinned. "That’s what I like to hear."

He placed the football in front of you. "Alright, let’s start with some basic dribbling. Keep the ball close, little taps, don’t let it get away from you."

You nodded, trying to copy the way he’d demonstrated earlier. You tapped the ball forward, then to the side, trying to maintain control as the rain made the grass slick beneath your feet.

Chris hummed behind you. "Not bad, but—here, let me help."

Before you could react, he stepped behind you, his presence warm despite the chill of the rain. His hands found your waist, adjusting your posture, and then he guided your leg with his own. The contact sent a flutter of warmth through your stomach.

"Use the inside of your foot," he murmured, his voice close to your ear. "Like this." He nudged your ankle with his, the movement soft but deliberate.

You swallowed, hyper-aware of how close he was. "O-Okay."

Chris chuckled, and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice. "Nervous?"

"Shut up," you muttered, nudging the ball forward again.

He backed up, letting you work on your dribbling. After a few more attempts, you felt yourself getting the hang of it, tapping the ball forward in rhythm.

"Now, let’s make this interesting," Chris said, shaking out his arms. "I’m the defender—you’ve got to get past me."

You gave him a look. "You know I barely know what I’m doing, right?"

Chris smirked. "Exactly. Should be easy for me."

That was all the motivation you needed. Without another word, you turned and kicked the ball forward, sprinting past him as fast as your legs could carry you.

Chris let out a dramatic gasp. "Oi! No fair!"

Laughing, you dribbled forward, keeping the ball close like he taught you. You could hear his footsteps behind you, gaining on you fast. The rain made everything slipperier, but somehow, the cool drops against your skin only added to the excitement.

Chris lunged for the ball, but you spun away at the last second.

"Okay, okay," he panted, clearly impressed. "Didn’t know I was training a pro."

"Maybe I’m just naturally better than you," you teased, kicking the ball further ahead.

Chris scoffed, sprinting after you. "Oh, that’s it."

You squealed as you felt his presence right behind you, your heart racing as you tried to outrun him. Just when you thought you might actually escape—

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you clean off the ground.

You shrieked, legs kicking in the air as Chris spun you around effortlessly, laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. The ball rolled away, completely forgotten.

"Cheater!" you cried, laughing breathlessly.

Chris only grinned, holding you securely as the rain continued to pour. "You said you were better than me! Had to put you in your place."

You wriggled in his arms, still giggling. "Put me down!"

"Say I’m the best footballer you know."

"Never!"

Chris gasped dramatically. "Alright then." Instead of letting you go, he carefully lowered you, but instead of just setting you on your feet, he bent down slightly, placing you onto the wet grass like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

The moment your back touched the ground, you groaned. "Chris!"

He grinned down at you, hands on his hips. "That’s what you get."

You pouted up at him, but you were still laughing. "You’re such a menace."

Chris crouched down beside you, his face softening as he looked at you, rainwater dripping from his hair. "Yeah, but you love it."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks burned. The rain blurred everything slightly, softening the world around you, but all you could focus on was him—smiling, soaked, happy.

He reached out, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. His hand lingered for a moment, thumb grazing your cheek. Your breath hitched.

Then, in classic Chris fashion, he suddenly poked your nose. "C’mon, get up. We’re not done training yet."

You groaned but took his outstretched hand. He pulled you up with ease, steadying you as you stumbled slightly. His hands lingered at your waist for a second too long before he finally stepped back.

"Alright," he said, nodding toward the ball. "Round two?"

You smirked. "You better not cheat again."

Chris grinned, running a hand through his wet hair. "No promises."

And just like that, the rain didn’t seem so cold anymore.

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this man stop it😕💔

christopher michael dixon why are you making me cry this late at night

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everybody knows it.

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

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

warnings : fluff, mature language, alcohol consumption

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were just so perfect in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

if only you weren't completely shitfaced.

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physical touch as georges love language is so right i just know it

omg yes i agree so much!! that man lives for physical touch TRUST me, planning a little fic on this <3

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you're okay.

pairings : chrismd x female reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you shook your head, being as stubborn as ever.

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

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

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

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

"not right now."

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

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

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

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THIS MAN. IM GOING FERAL.

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do it no balls

Now take the other one off. Wait what?

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why would you put this idea in my head. i'm going insane i need this short man.

Imagine you are sitting next to him and grab his hand while he's not looking, only to pull him closer for a kiss, while he's yapping on about how great it is to be on this boat. "Uh huh,"you reply.

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Heyyy this isn't a req but I js read ur latest post I wanted to say so so so happy that u feel comfortable to tell us ur real name, and I absolutely love ur writing beth😘😘

awww, thank you so much!!! that means a lot💞

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early mornings

pairings : arthurtv x female reader

summary : you wake up, but arthur isn't ready to yet

warnings : fluff (only a short one, i loved the idea but didn't really know how to build it up, so sorry about that!)

beth's notes : cheeky little atv one cause he's so cutie pie 💘

your eyes fluttered open as the sun peeked through the blinds, squinting slightly as you adjusted to the change of brightness.

a yawn escaped your lips as you rolled over to face arthur, who was still asleep. you sighed as you looked over at the time, 08:42, way too early to be awake. but you knew you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep.

you sat up, readying to climb out of the warm bed and into the cold air, until you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist.

"'s too early.. stay in bed.." arthur mumbled out sleepily, pulling you into him as his eyes fluttered open.

you laughed softly and rolled your eyes "arthur, i'm already awake, i can't sleep, you go back to sleep and i'll wake you up in a bit." you whispered, looking down at him as he planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"stay." he persisted, his grip around your waist growing tighter, but not enough to hurt you.

you let out a sigh of defeat, knowing you weren't going to win this one as you let yourself sink back down into the mattress.

arthur's strong arm pulling you into his chest as the other wrapped around you too, trapping you in bed with him, making sure you wouldn't escape once he'd drifted back to sleep.

he was such a baby.

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jealousy, jealousy

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

summary : there'd always been some tension between the two, a flirtationship, if you will. and so, when someone shows interest in y/n at a friends party, harry's jealous side comes out to play.

warnings : fluff, alcohol consumption

beths notes : sorry i havent posted in a while!! i know this is only short, but here you go lovies!!! 💘

the hill-clarke-dixon residence was full of half drunk adults, and they weren't even halfway into the night. the music thumped through the walls of the apartment, in a way that was sure to result in the boys getting a kindly written note from their neighbours on their doorstep in the morning.

you'd hung around multiple different people throughout the night, having an array of conversations. going from talking about the gavin and stacey christmas episode with liv, to politics with arthur tv.

over time you'd slowly drifted towards the one person you hadn't recognised, not sure whether it was the alcohol affecting your memory, or you just genuinely didn't know who this man was.

you had thought that he could be one of george's old school friends, but even still, you couldn't be sure. he was one of the guys you could talk to easily, as if you'd been friends for years.

a 'five minute' chat with him had turned into twenty, as you leant against the countertop beside the two of you, you couldn't help but notice his eyes drifting over your body.

not that you were objecting - he was an attractive man himself, and he was nice to talk to... but it was when your eyes flickered across the room to harry.

who was staring the man down, head to toe, inch by inch, inspecting him as if he were a dead body on a crime scene.

yours and harry's eyes locked, and he sent a look your way, as if he was warning you of him.

you let out a laugh, accompanied by an eye roll as you went back to your conversation, though, you could see harry's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye.

you think it was the trailing of his fingers down your arm that really pushed harry of the edge, as he approached you, and the guy, with a sickly sweet smile on his face. which was clearly sarcastic.

"y/n! lovely to see you here, isn't it?" he beamed, being oddly formal as he grabbed your wrist. "mind if i borrow her for a second?" he smiled at the guy you'd been talking to as he dragged you away and down the corridor of the apartment.

"harry! what is up with you?-" you laughed out as he stopped halfway down the hallway, just out of sight from everyone else.

"him. he was laughing too hard at your jokes, and touching you, and-" "so you're jealous?" you smirked, the alcohol in your system giving you a newfound confidence that you wouldn't have had otherwise.

"i- y- me? jealous? pfft... no!" he scoffed, putting up a confident front as if he hadn't just stumbled over his words, making it very clear to you, and anyone else who could've possibly heard him, that he was very much so jealous.

"don't worry, haz, your secrets safe with me." you smiled as you leant up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, waiting just a moment to see the blush start to creep up on his face before walking back off into the crowd of people.